<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/edPwnecL5zLI_zpsc34e5fe7.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name: </strong> Zatanna Zatara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=194159.msg9444715#msg9444715)<br/>  <strong>Location: </strong> Dressing Room, preparing for her show<br/>  <strong>Tagging: </strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Stretching out her long shapely legs Zatanna arched her back and reached towards the ceiling with her hands, letting out a long, soft sigh.<strong>”Nothing beats a good stretch Mary”</strong>she commented to one of the faceless event workers that had been assigned to “look  after the talent”.<strong>”Well…”</strong>she added as a sly, sensual smile tugged at her lips<strong>”that’s not exactly true is it? There is one act one does not do alone that could easily take down a good stretch.”</strong>Zee laughed as the young girl blushed and half swirled in her chair, facing the mirror framed by lights.<strong>”I didn’t know people still blushed kid, that’s sweet. Hey...why don’t you go fetch me a nice cold bottle of water?”</strong>Her request was followed with a wink and a smile as she looked at the woman through the reflection in the mirror.<br/><br/>The door closed with a soft click indicating that that young assistant had left to do her duty. What an existence, getting paid to do what others told them to do. How boring. Picking up brush, Zatanna thought for just a moment that her appearance might still need a little work, but she was wrong.<strong>”Can’t mess with perfection”</strong>she commented to the smiling face in the mirror before spinning in her chair in a complete circle. She checked the time and sighed, there was still at least forty minutes until her show was set to begin.<br/><br/>She spied the newspaper stacked neatly on the small coffee table, placed among a selection of magazines.<strong>”Hmmmmm”</strong>stepping from the make-up chair Zatanna settled on the sofa, flopping down upon it without much care to the throw pillows that fell to the floor. Picking up the magazines Zee flipped through the glossy mags, throwing each one over her shoulder in a show of rejection.<strong>”Crap, crap, oooo cute top..crap, please! that’s the best picture they could get?”</strong>at last she came to a local gossip rag and smirked as the picture of The Man of Steel, or what was supposed to be him any way.<strong>”Superman huh? From what I  heard, that name might be a bit of a stretch. Boy Scout seems more fitting.”</strong>Enjoying  her sense of humor was a bonus as far as Zatanna was concerned.<br/><br/>The entire city was in love with the guy, well...everyone but the “bad guys” that he had captured. She grinned, still convinced he must have talked them into giving up, anything to avoid a lecture from The Boy Scout. Zatanna hadn’t actually met Superman, though it was impossible not follow his good deeds as they were plastered all over the news. You couldn’t swing a cat in the city without hearing someone talk about the man in blue tights. She grinned. You had to be pretty damn secure in yourself to walk around in that getup! Looking down at her stage costume Zee laughed, she hardly had reason to talk considering her own attire. Still, the man...ah alien? whatever, whoever, the Superman was very popular in the city among the law abiding population, and particularly the ladies.<br/><br/>After her own little adventure in crime busting, Zatanna had found the attention of the press a bit addictive. She wasn’t about to run about in a cape, they just didn’t work with her figure. However, the day at the bank had given her a warm feeling inside. Using her powers for good hadn’t been planned out. Zatanna had just been in the wrong place at the right time...sorta speak. She had been running late. There was a private show she had agreed to do for some rich cat, performing at his office for the celebration of their 25th year in business. A job was a job, and at least it wasn’t a snotty kids 6th birthday party. That had been the week before, and a decision she still wished she hadn’t agreed to.<br/><br/>But I digress…<br/><br/>Zatanna skimmed through the paper looking for more acts of valor, all the while recalling her own day of glory. Standing at the bank she had been tapping her foot impatiently, ignoring the leering stare of the overweight security officer that was all but drooling...honestly, hadn’t he ever seen a half dressed woman wearing fishnets and knee-high boots before? Zee had just about to move further up in line when the doors crashed open, revealing three men in ski masks and an unoriginal idea. Without thinking Zatanna had used her unique magical skill to relieve the gentlemen of their guns and tie them up with the help of red velvet ropes that had been used to decorate the windows.<br/><br/>She had been swarmed with well wishers and those that had wanted thank her for “saving the day”. Zatanna hadn’t wanted to appear rude and so she had finished up her business at the bank, gave a few autographs and quickly written down a statement for the police, signing it with a lips print, kissing the paper and magically securing it on the forehead of the largest scumbag.<br/><br/>She wasn’t a hero. She was simply in a hurry and not in the mood to get robbed. However, the attention had made her feel good, not to mention the affect the publicity had on the ticket sales for her shows! So maybe she wouldn’t go out of her way to look for crimes, but that wouldn’t stop her from doing the right thing from time to time. Turning the page on the newspaper, Zatanna smiled as she read a story about her show, and the picture of her in full costume that accompanied the article.<strong>”Ooooo cute boots! I was having such a good hair day!”</strong><br/>