It was surprising how awake and alert Ты could be at 3am when Ты were risking your life. Like when you're crouching on roof across from an abandoned warehouse. That was clearly not abandoned.
или maybe, to the average citizen, the dark building appeared empty. Maybe Silver had spent too much time looking for the deseption beneath the blanket of innocence.
She laughed under her breath. Innocence. Was there really such a thing?
Her train of thought was derailed when she saw the flicker of a flame appear and disappear in a corner of shadows below. Silver brushed a finger over her Энджел pendant for luck and, with a running start, leapt onto the roof of the "abandoned" warehouse.
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It didn't take long for Silver to find a paneless window close to the roof. She was able to drop silently onto the sill and balance there for a moment before moving to one of the beams that ran from one Стена to another. 30 feet off the ground.
The scent of burning tobacco reached Silver's nose halfway across the beam. Even this high up, it was strong enough to make her throat sting.
She inched another foot further across before slowing lowering to a crouch.
Far below, an array of lamps lit the dark with a yellowish glow. Crates along the walls were outlined and cast into the shadows. In the center of the room was a table. Cards, coins, and bills were strewn across its surface. Sitting around the таблица were three men. It was hard to make out there faces from an ariel view. The clouds of smoke from the men's cigars didn't help much.
Silver could also make out the shape of bulky figures behind the men and at various intervals around the room. They stood at attention, perfectly still. Bodyguards.
The three men at the таблица were playing a card game. A gambling game, Silver guessed from the various amount of money that kept getting added to the pile.
But aside from the game, they were also talking. It was only a dull murmer to her ears.
Silver sighed. These men may it may not be the con men and theives Blaze had described to her. But wether или not these men were conning their fellow Gothamites, she was going to need evidence. And evidence meant a closer look.
или maybe, to the average citizen, the dark building appeared empty. Maybe Silver had spent too much time looking for the deseption beneath the blanket of innocence.
She laughed under her breath. Innocence. Was there really such a thing?
Her train of thought was derailed when she saw the flicker of a flame appear and disappear in a corner of shadows below. Silver brushed a finger over her Энджел pendant for luck and, with a running start, leapt onto the roof of the "abandoned" warehouse.
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It didn't take long for Silver to find a paneless window close to the roof. She was able to drop silently onto the sill and balance there for a moment before moving to one of the beams that ran from one Стена to another. 30 feet off the ground.
The scent of burning tobacco reached Silver's nose halfway across the beam. Even this high up, it was strong enough to make her throat sting.
She inched another foot further across before slowing lowering to a crouch.
Far below, an array of lamps lit the dark with a yellowish glow. Crates along the walls were outlined and cast into the shadows. In the center of the room was a table. Cards, coins, and bills were strewn across its surface. Sitting around the таблица were three men. It was hard to make out there faces from an ariel view. The clouds of smoke from the men's cigars didn't help much.
Silver could also make out the shape of bulky figures behind the men and at various intervals around the room. They stood at attention, perfectly still. Bodyguards.
The three men at the таблица were playing a card game. A gambling game, Silver guessed from the various amount of money that kept getting added to the pile.
But aside from the game, they were also talking. It was only a dull murmer to her ears.
Silver sighed. These men may it may not be the con men and theives Blaze had described to her. But wether или not these men were conning their fellow Gothamites, she was going to need evidence. And evidence meant a closer look.
Name: Shade
Occupation: Hero
Secret ID: Gwen Thermopiles
Age: 14
Appearance: Brown hair, Золото eyes, tall and willowy.
Powers: Can make her self invisible and can make very strong force fields.
Hero costume: Black and silver unitard, silver utility belt, black gloves that can hold a holographic computer, and black boots.
Civvies: Blue shirt, purple jacket, quarter pant blue jeans and Nike баскетбол shoes.
Personality: Bold, Strong and can sometimes be a bit shifty.
Past: Past is unknown.
Occupation: Hero
Secret ID: Gwen Thermopiles
Age: 14
Appearance: Brown hair, Золото eyes, tall and willowy.
Powers: Can make her self invisible and can make very strong force fields.
Hero costume: Black and silver unitard, silver utility belt, black gloves that can hold a holographic computer, and black boots.
Civvies: Blue shirt, purple jacket, quarter pant blue jeans and Nike баскетбол shoes.
Personality: Bold, Strong and can sometimes be a bit shifty.
Past: Past is unknown.
1: Tell Me Im Bubbly
2: Tell Me Fang Loves Me
3: Fang Pokes me. :P
4: Say Gadge Is Wierd.
5: Say Im Wierd
6: Take Away My Icecream.
7: Say I Cant Go On A Mission Because Im Pregnant
8: Poke Me And Run Away Screaming
9: Poke me
10: Poke me While Eating A Hot Dog.
(You get the point :P)
11: Say Fang Is Goth
12: Lock Me In A розовый Room
13: Threaten Devin
14: Poke Fang
15: Rip Me Off
16: Threaten My Friends
17: Die My Hair
18: Let Me Sleep On The Floor
19: Ты Keep попкорн Away From Me
And Finally, The One Thing That Will Get Ты Killed
20: Take Away My Pistol(AND DIE)
I am going to regret this
Because I'm awesome XD
1) I have made an account on Quizilla.com and am currently posting Статьи on there. They're called Barrier and are by Archers98Rule (me).
2)I also made an account on fanfiction.net, but use it less frequently. I go by Enchantress98
3) I will not be conmtinuing my current Статьи on this site. It will be continuing on some of the above sites (as soon as I figure out how to work fanfiction.net)
So, yeah. That's it. I'll give Ты guys Обновления about when chapters are Опубликовано and still participate in everything, I just won't be an active writer anymore. And feel free to contact me by PM on any of the sites telling me where I should go Далее with my articles. TTYL :)
~Skittles98
Because I felt like it XD
Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself или confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
