Xebel stood before the large facility that the Black Sentinel was holding his tryouts. She wasn't here to fit the position, though here to scope out what side kicks were in the making, or what perhaps could be newer heros to come. Her lips pursed together as the entered within the establishment's confines, searching for a moment, though it didn't take too long for her to follow the trails of voices speaking with one another. Upon appearing Xebel stood, a red flaming head of hair and the most simplest of attire. Fitted jeans that hugged to her narrow hips, and cupped her ass and thighs to full blown portion. Being long legged cause a deals worth of trouble when shopping for clothes, though somehow she had manged all these years to find a style that suited her, and one that blatantly say "I am a whore, come fuck me'. Her shirt was black with the words 'Go fuck yourself' over the front of her small 'B' sized breast, perky and firm, toned as much as the rest of her body was.<br/><br/>She was clearly a woman he ran a lot, her legs were thin but the small mass of muscles in her thighs and calf were proof, if any, to what her normal daily life consisted of. Her crystal blue hues moved over the people there, looking one to the next over, in a sense she was trying to size them, trying to get a feel for what they could do. Some were good at hiding their powers, while others so blatantly opened them self up, displaying their powers in front of what she considered competition. Though restating in her mind that she wasn't here for a job, just a look in, and to be in the near presence of a actual hero.<br/><br/>There was a case of nerves that went through her as she moved to a table with a chair. Lowering herself down into it so that her legs crossed, one over the other. Leaning into the table her elbow propped on the counter face of the table as her palm opened to support her chin. She appear to be bored as she waited for the Black Sentinel to show, she felt sorry that his side kick had been killed, but it seemed he was making good of a situation and looking to hire another. taking another glance of those here, which honestly wouldn't of chose any of them, some appeared to be there just to meet a hero, much like herself, or were just there to be foolish and show off.<br/><br/>The thought became more apparent as it rolled in her mind<span style="font-style: italic">Whatever happened to the old fashion heros, the ones that weren't all for the public?</span>It was a deep thought and one that met with no answer. Cocking her head to the side she starred from the people, as she pulled up out of her chair, walking in a slow pace to the window. Surprised by what she found there, but she could see a line shooting from the land below into the sky. {i}What could that be?[/i] Being tempted to leave, to scout out whatever may have happened there, it became a enticing thought, though she had to decline it. She needed to be within the city once night fell, another bust was only hours away from taking place.