<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c1/e8/9b/c1e89bbf7df48f48958e3a6a1ffbb8c5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Sheira Hall<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Hawkwoman<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>March 23, 2016 0603<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Concord Federal Penitentiary<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hawkman, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Black Canary<br/><strong>Important Content:</strong>Chance of Thunderstorms!<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Lightning and noise!<br/><hr/><br/>She could feel him gazing at her, like he was peering into her soul in a feeble attempt to pull something out. Damn, Dinah for putting her in such an awkward space. However she flew on bodly, having no desire to show weakness or worry. Though she did wish for him to pull up along side her, hell even fly beyond her. The skies were beautiful up here, there was a sense of freedom that came with flying with wings, a very noble freedom. They reached Metropolis via boomtube. As she came out on the other side, darker skies surrounded them.<br/><br/><br/><em>Her mind began to travel backwards, back to a time when she was addressed as Chay-Ara and he Prince Khufu. She recalled vasts temples and a hidden oasis beyond the Nile River. There two lovers would share time and space with one another…and..<br/></em><br/><strong>Sheira</strong><br/><br/>“Hm?” She snapped back to the present moment. Almost startled as she completely forgot he was there. He apparently wanted to go first, check the place out to make sure it had not been compromised and of course like a brave fool get himself killed. She didn’t want to go along with it, in fact it was idiotic to have him go down there alone. “You want to go down there without backup??” his reasoning behind it eluded her, but instead of getting into a debate she reluctantly agreed.<em>This is crazy, I should be going with him.</em><br/><br/><br/>Sheira watched and waited with keen vision as he dived down towards Concord, the place for female cuckoos. She was growing heavily impatiently until her ears picked up on the most god awful sound.<em>BANSHEE</em>!<br/><br/>Tucking her wings in she dived down through the dark clouds. Carter was down, seemingly ambushed as a ghostly woman in white stood over him. Lightning began to streak the skies behind her as she approached, her body in battle-mode.<br/><br/>“YOU WANT A CHALLENGE!” Quickly she filled Banshee’s line of sight. Not bothering to use the mace as she wrenched her arm back to deliver a heavy blow to the ghostly woman’s face. She could have  sworn she heard her jaw crack on impact.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">CRACKKKZZZ….<br/></span><br/>She sent the white specter flying backwards, before swooping in and whacking the two female guards back with her mace. Sheira landed with a harsh thud in front a stunned Hawkman.  Her wings outstretched almost protectively before him. The psycho-reactive Nth mace crackled as she held it up. Her sharp eyes caught sight of one of the many surveillance cameras that zeroed in on her. “Livewire, you’re next.” She said through gritted teeth as she pointed the mace at the camera.<br/><br/>Turning around to face Carter, she could've punched him too for doing something so idiotic. “Carter, next time we go in together or we do not go in at all, you’ve could of gotten killed!” She didn’t know where this compassion was coming from but she immediately turned away. “Let’s Go.” Sheira headed inside, her destination; the control room.