The luminescence of the televisão caste a blue glow through the dark room as he pulled on his black boots over his black body suit.
Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black spandex, elastano sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the televisão that was set to the News.
"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news said as he walked over to the televisão and sat in a closer chair, A picture popped up on the screen seguinte to the reporter of a young man with dark hair and stubble beginning to grow on the lower half of his face, with glasses and dark eyes.
"Family and friends of Miacheal last saw him a week atrás until they realized that he was actually missing, there is no detail on where he may of gone", He leaned closer intrigued. "The only clue police have is a map of an island unknown that seems to have investigators believing it is uncharted and a note left from Miacheal that says " None of you believe me, but I'm going to show all of you"", the reporter took a pause before continuing. " Police wonder if the context of this note was meant to be a threat or way of explaining his disappearance".
As the reporter now changed the topic he got up, Miacheal Fisher's story seemed to have a lot mais to it than that and it intrigued him mais than anything, he had to have a purpose to leaving like that and he wondered if it had anything to do with money.
Getting up he walked over to his laptop typing into the procurar bar Miachael Fisher as millions of links and descriptions appeared, A sigh escaped his lips he didn't realize it was quite that popular of a name, as his surprise finally subsided he began his search, who was this Miachel Fisher.
After searching through websites continuously for what felt like hours something finally caught his eye and he reached behind himself in attempt to find the computer chair before sitting down as his eyes scanned the paragraphs on the screen.
He was a scientist at the estrela laboratory's in estrela city. But the real pergunta he began to ask himself was why was a scientist so interested in an island possibly full of treasure and riches?. As a scientist he probably received mais than enough money as it was so it was obvious he wasn't on the procurar for any like he was he thought.
It seemed like an idea that that could have been the reason he ran off but it seemed unlikely, it was like he was trying to prove something instead of gain the wealth he already had.
"The island is said to be somewhere near the Bermuda triangle" he read from the website before he saved the link of the website and closed the laptop standing up from the chair he sat in, looks like that's where he was headed. The only pergunta was how was he going to get there? it wasn't like he could just fly , the suit he wore didn't have those capabilities. It was just made to hide his identity.
The idea suddenly struck him though, that he could just hot wire a car and get there. That plan seemed reasonable but it also came with mais burning questions. But he just decided he would play it por ear. Immediately he went into his room grabbing a small duffle bag beginning to pack the essentials he'd think he'd need for this trip, extra money for gas and comida , changes of clothes, bathroom utilities, and of course his laptop.
Packing all of this he wrote a note for his dad which he'd doubt that he would actually read or understand for that matter before heading for the door but stopped in his tracks when he realized he was dressed in his suit. Probably wearing the suit wouldn't be the best way to lay low from the cops he thought as he put down everything he had and hurried to his room the change into his civilian clothing before making his actual way out to the beginning of his journey. Step one of his plan was to get himself a car.
Well shit. This plans already a bust, he thought to himself as he glanced down the laranja lighted sidewalk made a little brighter por the rua lights.
He looked both ways before making his way across the empty rua walking along the parked cars trying the lock on each one, he tried his best to blend himself into the darkness of the streets still por putting his capuz, capa up.
Finally to his success he found an open door, surprised and feeling successful he got in shutting the door and looked through everything to see if there would possibly be an extra key, before he had to do something mais difficult like hot wiring a car. Sighing deeply he got back out so that he would be able to get under to the petals to pull out the wires, He was almost there when suddenly something made him stop dead in his tracks.
"Hey! what the hell are you doing with my car!" a voice shouted.
Cmon cmon, he tried to continue hot wiring but his hands were shaking with adrenaline and fear as he felt the presence of the manly voice coming closer and closer behind him.
Suddenly the engine started and he tried to put the last of his bags in the car before he felt a yank and got it pulled away from him, although in the moment he wasn't worried about the bag but worried about getting away, so instantly he jerked the car in drive zooming down the rua as fast as he could.
He glanced back at the shaded silhouetted figure left standing in the middle of the rua probably yelling or calling the cops and quickly turned back around to face the road in front of him. He scrambled to look through his bag with one of his hands only to find that what he had left behind on the rua was his extra money for comida and gas.
"Shit" he swore under his breath with a deep sigh, this was going to be mais a challenge than he had hoped.
He looked at his gas meter that showed the tank was half full, looked like he had to make one mais stop before he officially set out on his long journey.
Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black spandex, elastano sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the televisão that was set to the News.
"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news said as he walked over to the televisão and sat in a closer chair, A picture popped up on the screen seguinte to the reporter of a young man with dark hair and stubble beginning to grow on the lower half of his face, with glasses and dark eyes.
"Family and friends of Miacheal last saw him a week atrás until they realized that he was actually missing, there is no detail on where he may of gone", He leaned closer intrigued. "The only clue police have is a map of an island unknown that seems to have investigators believing it is uncharted and a note left from Miacheal that says " None of you believe me, but I'm going to show all of you"", the reporter took a pause before continuing. " Police wonder if the context of this note was meant to be a threat or way of explaining his disappearance".
As the reporter now changed the topic he got up, Miacheal Fisher's story seemed to have a lot mais to it than that and it intrigued him mais than anything, he had to have a purpose to leaving like that and he wondered if it had anything to do with money.
Getting up he walked over to his laptop typing into the procurar bar Miachael Fisher as millions of links and descriptions appeared, A sigh escaped his lips he didn't realize it was quite that popular of a name, as his surprise finally subsided he began his search, who was this Miachel Fisher.
After searching through websites continuously for what felt like hours something finally caught his eye and he reached behind himself in attempt to find the computer chair before sitting down as his eyes scanned the paragraphs on the screen.
He was a scientist at the estrela laboratory's in estrela city. But the real pergunta he began to ask himself was why was a scientist so interested in an island possibly full of treasure and riches?. As a scientist he probably received mais than enough money as it was so it was obvious he wasn't on the procurar for any like he was he thought.
It seemed like an idea that that could have been the reason he ran off but it seemed unlikely, it was like he was trying to prove something instead of gain the wealth he already had.
"The island is said to be somewhere near the Bermuda triangle" he read from the website before he saved the link of the website and closed the laptop standing up from the chair he sat in, looks like that's where he was headed. The only pergunta was how was he going to get there? it wasn't like he could just fly , the suit he wore didn't have those capabilities. It was just made to hide his identity.
The idea suddenly struck him though, that he could just hot wire a car and get there. That plan seemed reasonable but it also came with mais burning questions. But he just decided he would play it por ear. Immediately he went into his room grabbing a small duffle bag beginning to pack the essentials he'd think he'd need for this trip, extra money for gas and comida , changes of clothes, bathroom utilities, and of course his laptop.
Packing all of this he wrote a note for his dad which he'd doubt that he would actually read or understand for that matter before heading for the door but stopped in his tracks when he realized he was dressed in his suit. Probably wearing the suit wouldn't be the best way to lay low from the cops he thought as he put down everything he had and hurried to his room the change into his civilian clothing before making his actual way out to the beginning of his journey. Step one of his plan was to get himself a car.
Well shit. This plans already a bust, he thought to himself as he glanced down the laranja lighted sidewalk made a little brighter por the rua lights.
He looked both ways before making his way across the empty rua walking along the parked cars trying the lock on each one, he tried his best to blend himself into the darkness of the streets still por putting his capuz, capa up.
Finally to his success he found an open door, surprised and feeling successful he got in shutting the door and looked through everything to see if there would possibly be an extra key, before he had to do something mais difficult like hot wiring a car. Sighing deeply he got back out so that he would be able to get under to the petals to pull out the wires, He was almost there when suddenly something made him stop dead in his tracks.
"Hey! what the hell are you doing with my car!" a voice shouted.
Cmon cmon, he tried to continue hot wiring but his hands were shaking with adrenaline and fear as he felt the presence of the manly voice coming closer and closer behind him.
Suddenly the engine started and he tried to put the last of his bags in the car before he felt a yank and got it pulled away from him, although in the moment he wasn't worried about the bag but worried about getting away, so instantly he jerked the car in drive zooming down the rua as fast as he could.
He glanced back at the shaded silhouetted figure left standing in the middle of the rua probably yelling or calling the cops and quickly turned back around to face the road in front of him. He scrambled to look through his bag with one of his hands only to find that what he had left behind on the rua was his extra money for comida and gas.
"Shit" he swore under his breath with a deep sigh, this was going to be mais a challenge than he had hoped.
He looked at his gas meter that showed the tank was half full, looked like he had to make one mais stop before he officially set out on his long journey.
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
dia unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Likes: Fast Things
Best Friend: Becca Stevens
Loves: Racing the wind
Dislikes: Being slow
Worst Habit: Talkingsuperfast
Personal Secret: I used to encontro, data Nightwing
favorito Food: Cannolis
favorito Color: Green
Code Name: Red X
Mentor/Inspiration: The Flash
Relations: None
Base of Operations: The Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Hero
Job: None ya business
Team: The Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: What I’m doing
Most Recent Nightmare: Loosing everyone I love
Spirit Animal: Butterfly