Thread: A City to Save for One, A Giant Playground for the Other (Sierra 117 and Blissy)

Things had been going according to plan as they often did when the potential danger was that of dimwitted security who left their front doors open to falsely devastated crying teenaged girl. For the most part she knew better then to expect matters to remain as simple as they had started, especially considering there was a so called superhero running around in a fancy outfit just looking to justify every non do-gooder he could lay his hands on and honestly it sounded like it would be fun to meet a person of this sort of mentality. Of course her motives were a double edged sword, part of them made out to be seen as some sort of simple robbery of certain well known company that none of the other crooks in town had the courage to lay their hands on, but with her it was honestly never about the merchandise that she'd have her boys and girls swindle into their pockets. Instead of seeing matters at a level of value she instead was after something else entirely, something what couldn't physically obtained but could thrive in the minds of the people who thought so highly of the way things were going in their city. Of course she'd have the occasion dimwit in her ranks that thought so simply of the matter, but she'd usually make off with those sorts when they popped up like daises by having them do something that she deemed really improbable to survive. To be simple and frank about that matter, it wasn't so easy to understand the culprit behind this whole act, as in trying to do so it was normal to be the victim of extreme offence or brutality in the process, if you'd even escape with your life at all. She'd just continue to hum on to the pitch of siren blaring through every room and crawy the big old building had and wait in patient amusement for the so called hero to make his grand entrance. Despite wanting to meet him, their little engagement wouldn't be solely about that but instead lightly dapple around the bigger picture which involved her doing things to him that really got people locking their doors at night. Every person in her little parade of chaotic colour went every which way they were ordered too carrying out each and every detail that she had instructed, as the small group of ten accomplishes went about attending to their duties without any display of hesitation or disregard. It wouldn't be until she'd hear the sound of the elevator creak up to the top floor, only to open as the sound of a body collapsing to the ground seemed to phase out the nonchalantly chatter of the siren. Her attention immediately shifted to the elevator as the hero made his grand entrance, basically throwing himself in the middle of the fray for everyone to see. A small slip of a psychotic giggle slipped from her lips beneath the mask as she'd slowly go about tilting her head to one side, to take in the full image of the masked crusader before her as she'd envision herself taking that stupid smirk off his face at the snap of her fingers. Before she could say anything at all one of the masked men immediately raised a pistol to the heros head, drawing it a mere inch from his skull, ironically his mask mocked that of a pokerface. Shortly after the rest followed as the sounds of their lower tier weapons clipped into a ready state to meet the hero in a simliar display. It was then that she'd step before the one who seemed to lead the rest and speak up, throwing the entirity of attention on herself where she always wanted it to be. Oh no.. Not yet.. I think he's kind of funny don't you.. Not like the rest of you clowns though right? I mean that's all we are, colours in funny outfits rightttt? She'd state aloud in a rather chilling cheerful tone that just seemed to happy to fit the sort of person she was. A moment after her announcement she'd swing both her hands from behind her to reveal a set of two large pom's, one being green and the other pink to match the rest of her and everyone else's outfit. You knowwww.. you don't exactly look like a team playerrr..? Ya know what I meann? And we don't exactly take well to the lone wolf types. Following her second statement she'd shift a single hand to the neurotic mask she worn, shifting it from her face and revealing her identity beneath, which was only shrouded by a second mask of colorful dark mystery.