-- hungry are having hot meals."
She leans back, picking up a different, unexploded, pen, and starts nibbling on it.
"Still... Can't hurt to have a look, right?"
"Does it matter?"
She puts a pen to her lips, before dropping it to the floor; it's the one she bit into exploding yesterday.
"Guy's doing good. Whether it's pure altruism, or a front for a political tax write-off, doesn't change the fact that people who would normally go --
“Careful. One decent human-interest story and I might start believing in people again.”
Lane’s optimism remained measured, restrained by years in the field.
“So, is he doing it out of genuine kindness, or is there a politician lurking somewhere behind the curtain?”
"It's that fella on thirty-sixth and twelfth. Dresses like Superman to run a independent soup kitchen."
Beatrix Alokas, barely a week into being an intern but already butting into thoughts and times of the Planet's star reporter.
"Sorry, the uh..."
She sits down and closes her eyes to make the world stop spinning.
"Inertia. I don't do great with high speeds."
She goes to take a bite of hotdog, and we get a shot of the snack, which she'd dropped when she leant over the roof, splattered on the path below.
"Oh shit, please don't puke, because if you do, then I'm gonna—!"
Molly quickly set the food and drinks down, standing over the edge as well to get ready to throw up if need be.
"Soooorrry. . .
. . .I mean, at least I put a hand behind your head so you didn't get whiplash!"
"!!!!"
Trix immediately leans over the edge and pulls her mask down, dry heaving.
Once her stomach stops doing flips from the sudden acceleration, she pulls it back up and turns around.
"Maybe a headsuo next time, Red?"
"I left money on the table. . ."
She'd say with a pout, before wrapping an arm around the other heroine with her free hand.
"C'mon, let's get somewhere you can take that mask off!"
And instantly almost, she'd dash them up to a nearby rooftop.
"There is NO way there wasn't a queue. Did you steal these?"
Without waiting for an answer, she reaches over and plucks a hotdog from the middle of the pile and raises it to her mouth, before-
"Ah."
She's wearing a mask over her nose and mouth.
@Optimistic_Gon As the dust settles, two figures are stood in the centre. Both with their front halves sooted black.
There's a moment of silence, then the villain drops to his knees, then keels over unconscious.
"Oh! There's actually a food truck across town! I could grab us some food! I always need some when I'm about to do a lotta running!"
She'd say as she hopped up, clasping on her face mask.
"Want a burger? Hot dog? A soda? A juice?"
@Optimistic_Gon A punch!
A kick!
A roll and a jump!
A - massive explosion?
Oh shit, a massive explosion!
A huge dust cloud swallows the entire street, obscuring any and all view into or out of the fight.
"You wanna run some laps? Or do a perimeter check?"
Her eye begins to twitch at the comical spring sound effect only she can hear as her partner's leg richochets off the floor.
"Blow off some steam or whatever?"
"Awww. . .I hate just waiting around. . ."
Letting out a huff as she sat on a nearby curb, her leg bouncing so she could stim. Though, of course, it was bouncing at superhuman speeds.
@Optimistic_Gon It's a slugfest, alright, but it does seem like the Hero is slowly gaining the upper hand.
As one would expect from a story such as this.
Molly can tell by the little micro changes in her cheeks, seeing them get closer to her eyes.
"That's the aim of the game baby!
You have enough hope, you give it to everyone else you can!"
@Optimistic_Gon "I'm sure! I may be new to this, but it's still what I'm built for!"
And she engages the mime in combat, swinging her batons with precision but no elegance. He's dodging all of them.
"They can't just stick us with babysitters ALL the time! Eventually we gotta learn to run on our own!"
Patting Beatrix's back with a confident smile.
"This is our chance to show the GDA we're not just some rookies with too much young blood in us! We're big time heroes!'