Heroes and Villains [CatatonicClover & Jugger82]

[CatatonicClover]

Mia Hamilton, a.k.a. The Black Mistress, surveys her surroundings carefully, searching for an alternative way out of the predicament she currently found herself in. There is already one exit that she had found, but its far too large a risk, one that she isn't too keen on taking. Though she has only been standing there for a few short seconds, this momentary break feels like a lifetime. The gap from building to building is about 8 feet wide and swirling with excited club goers roughly 50 feet down, with nothing in between Mia and the unforgiving cement below. She looks down at her leather high heeled boots and recalls the moment she first stepped into them. It took a great deal of getting used to and years of training, of course, but she can now run, fight, and jump in them well enough.

Sadly, her high heels weren't going to save her now, and continuously looking down at the crowd of people was only going to bring on more fear. Soon enough, whoever was following her would catch up if she didn't make the jump soon. She moves as far back as possible, going roughly to the center of the building's roof, and lowers her slim, curved body close to the ground, like a runner in a marathon. With a deep sigh, she once more measures the distance inside her head, building up the bravery to jump.

'All eyes are on you, Mia. It's now or never, you've gotta make this jump.'

The wind blows through her curled chestnut colored hair and her emerald eyes remained focused underneath her black and silver masquerade make as she begins to make a run for it. Her feet and legs operate in perfect sync and focus, almost like they have a mind of their own. She leaps through the air confidently, more confident than ever and lands in a roll on the opposite building. A groan escapes her lips, but she regardless gets back on her feet in no time. She's almost in the clear, making away with almost a million dollars in jewels in a backpack clinging tightly to her back. Hopefully, there won't be anymore interruptions...

 

[Jugger82]

(Sorry for the wait.)

By the time she would make her next jump to the next building, a large explosion would stop her in her tracks. It wasn't enough to cause lethal force, and thus the civilians in the buildings were unharmed, except for maybe a loud noise ringing through their ears. It was just to stop her in her tracks or possibly even knock her off of her feet. Out of thin air, a man in black goggles and a bandana over his face appeared. He seemed...like an average thug. Yet he obviously wasn't. His gray hoodie wore the mark of a number thirty four and with a woman hugging the four. His pants were baggy, and somewhat worn out in color and his shoes were looking completely new in their full white form. He pointed to her with a hand that had a mini-launcher attached to it, capable of launching out various different things at her. "Stop there...Hoodlum. I won't let you get away with those jewels. They belong to someone and you aren't going to ruin it for them." In truth, the jewels belonged to him. His public form anyway. And taking those jewels would set his company, as well as his own tech, back severely.

 

[CatatonicClover]

Mia looked at the man with a smirk and rose to her feet in one flipping motion. The explosion has knocked her off her feet and was regaining her composure as he approached. Her high heels clinked against the rooftop as she slowly walked towards him, smiling as if she'd won the game. Her lips then turn downwards, in a faux expression of sadness and hurt. "Hoodlum? Me? Look at you, dressed in... what exactly are you wearing? If anything darling, you're the hoodlum. But where, oh where, did you get the money for that exquisite toy that you're holding?"

Her eyes searched him to asses how much for a threat he would pose to her, but she wasn't quite sure yet. The hoodie made it difficult to judge how muscular he was, so fighting him might be the way to go, since she can't out-run him with that precious rocket launcher he has. In a confident and brash decision, she pushed the barrel of the gun towards the floor and attempts a swift punch to his face.

 

[Jugger82]

The man took the punch to the face and simply grinned as blood began to soak through the cloth over his face from the broken nose. "Is that all?" He grabbed her hand and twisted it back, not enough to break her wrist or anything but enough to make her unable to retaliate without pulling her hand out of his grasp. He reached forward and held her neck with his rocket launcher hand, and made sure the barrel pressed against her jugguler. "Now then...You robbed the wrong company...And I don't take kindly to that. So then...Why don't you do this? Drop the money...Turn yourself in...And be done with it. Otherwise...You'll die. Or even worse..." His rocket hand moved from her neck and went to grasp her breast. "I'll make you wish you were dead."