<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/26/94/8f/26948fc3abc44ab6777e2fed819cfec5.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Dante Romano (Hades) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=263618.msg13004844#msg13004844)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, March 1st | 8:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Disney City Street - On his way to work<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andrew Payne, Jimmy Panick, Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Powerline and Hercules<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sun was casting a golden beam through her window sill onto her face. The young brunette rose from her bed, stretching her arms out to the ceiling while a bedhead puff of messy brown hair hung about her head and shoulders. Regardless, she wore a smile because today was the start of a new day, and she just wanted to sing about it.<br/><br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjMyLmU1MGJkMC5UVzBnZDJoaGRDQmhJR0psWVhWMGFXWjFiQ0JrWVhsLS4wAAAA/lie-to-me.regular.png)<br/><br/>A typical day in Disney City when everything was right started just like that. Birds came to the young woman’s window as she sang to them and they chirped back in song. She gracefully peeled off her pajama clothing and glided into the bathroom just to emerge with neat glossy hair and light makeup. The birds brought her a plethora of clothing that she dressed into. Twirling about her apartment, she skipped the kitchen for she planned on having breakfast out on the town. She opened the door to a cement stoop with three steps descending down to a mailman who held her mail out to her with a smile.<br/><br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjMyLjBiNmRlNS5UbTkwSUhSdklISjFhVzRnZVc5MWNpQmtZWGtnZDJsMGFDQmhJR0pwZENCdlppQm5iRzl2YlEsLC4wAAAAAAAA/lie-to-me.regular.png)<br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjMyLjBiNmRlNS5RblYwSUVrZ1oyOTBJSE52YldVZ1ltbHNiSE1nY21sbmFIUWdhR1Z5WlNCbWIzSWdlVzkxSVEsLC4wAAAAAAAAAA,,/lie-to-me.regular.png)<br/><br/>The young woman grasped the bills, stared down at them briefly with an unenthusiastic look before she rolled her eyes and tossed them over her shoulder. As she continued down the steps, singing, the entire block was dancing. Men and women twirled arm and arm. The flower salesman was tossing flowers left and right. Couples poured into the street in a dance ensemble that halted traffic. Traffic was going to be backed up for seven minutes, which a certain villain didn’t have time for that shit!<br/><br/>A quarter of a mile in traffic back was a black Rolls Royce stopped and cramped in a line of beeping and blaring horns. Up front, was a plump driver who had a round face and second chin on top of a round body. Next to him was a slender man who seemed to be frantically looking about at the traffic. The former was named Andrew Payne (Pain) and Jimmy Panick (Panic).<br/><br/>“Oh-oh-oh shit, some-someone started a sing-a-long again,” Jimmy whispered to Andy.<br/><br/>Andy was bobbing his head to the Powerline music he was playing at a personal volume up front. He didn’t want to disturb his boss. He hadn’t really heard what Jimmy had said.<br/><br/>In the backseat sat a man with a fat cigar protruding from the corner of his mouth. His Maybach shades had slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing the amber, violent eyes that were gazing down at his cell phone. Dante could hear the Powerline music playing up front, and it had reminded him that he was coming to Disney City soon. He was already in the process of electronically buying a VIP ticket for the concert. When he finished, Dante glanced up from his phone, just then realizing the vehicle had stopped. Jimmy had his hands gripping the suit-sleeve of Andy and was nervously shaking him, trying to bring his attention to the current problem.<br/><br/>“Why did we stop?” Dante asked in confusion. He glanced around at all the vehicles that were boxing them in. Thank the gods he had near-opaque tinted windows installed.<br/><br/>Andy jumped at the sound of his boss’s voice and quickly cut the radio off.<br/><br/>“I told you! I told you!” Jimmy panicked.<br/><br/>Andy shoved Jimmy back in his seat and glanced over his shoulder at Dante whose body was already beginning to smoke.<br/><br/>“Uh, well…” he cracked the sunroof a little bit to let the smoke out. “I guess someone’s havin’ a sing-a-long or somethin’?”<br/><br/>Dante’s dark brows rose in disbelief. “In the middle of the fucking street?”<br/><br/>Rolling his cigar across his bottom lip to the other corner of his mouth, Dante thought for a minute, glancing up at the ceiling to signify he was doing so. His eyes then came back down as he smirked to his cohorts.<br/><br/>“Pick me up later.”<br/><br/>“Uh, sir-uh, boss, you’re not gonna…” Andy and Jimmy watched as Dante opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. He walked between the vehicles, hearing the music and singing the closer he approached the front of the line.<br/><br/>There were people twirling in the street. Confetti and roses were flying all over. There was even a fucking marching band. Black smoke was pouring from his black suit as he bit down on his cigar and reached a hand into his inner coat pocket. Dante removed a Glock 17.<br/><br/>(http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LmZjMjIzMy5TM0poWTJzaElFdHlZV05ySVNCTGNtRmpheUUsLjAA/diediedie.regular.png)<br/><br/>Shots were fired into the crowd of merry-goers. The city that was once filled with beautiful song erupted into horrified screaming and chaos. They scattered like roaches in the sunlight, running for cover and any open store. Traffic resumed with frightened drivers zooming around Dante as he stood in the street, clearing his pistol before returning it to his inner coat pocket.<br/><br/>“FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!” a cop screamed.<br/><br/>Dante glanced over to the sidewalk as cars continued to zip around him. There was a Zootopian cop, a Leopard aiming a gun at him. Seeing as the cop couldn’t approach him due to the speeding vehicles separating them, Dante removed the cigar from his mouth and offered a crooked grin to the cat.<br/><br/>“I've never been capable of doing that even if I wanted to (freezing),” Dante replied, raising his voice so that the cop could hear him over the speeding vehicles. “Ciao.”<br/><br/>A Rolls Royce plowed through Dante, and he erupted into black smoke that streamed through the cracked sunroof of the car. Once he re-materialized in the backseat, his hand shot out to snag Andy by the side of his fat tire throat.<br/><br/>“We’re you trying to fucking kill me?!” Dante snarled.<br/><br/>Andy desperately tried to continue driving while he was being strangled. Jimmy nervously grasped the wheel to help him, while Andy replied to Dante through tears: “Ack, n-no!”<br/><br/>“I kind of like this body, and I'd like to keep it for a few more years!”<br/><br/>“Yes-yes boss!”<br/><br/>Dante released him and eased back into his seat. Andy sat back in his chair, trying to catch his breath as sweat descended his brow.<br/><br/><em>Fucking idiots,</em>he thought. "Powerline is coming to Disney City."<br/><br/>Andy's head snapped around as a large grin flashed across his face at his boss. Their eyes met and Dante arched a brow at him. "Watch. The Fucking. Road."<br/><br/>Instantly, Andy returned to watching the road, gripping the steering wheel, and sinking a little in his seat. Dante's finger went to the collar of his dress shirt as he released some steam.<em>I just bought this suit. I can't afford to lose my damn mind today,</em>he told himself. "There's gonna be a lot of people there," he continued. His lips curled wickedly as he glanced down at his cell phone at the concert date. "Wouldn't it be a shame if something<em>horrible</em>happened?"<br/><br/>Jimmy and Andy grinned impishly at each other.<br/><br/>"Yes-yes, h-horrible!" Jimmy chuckled.<br/><br/>"I mean if Hercules-" Andy began.<br/><br/>Jimmy jabbed him in his fat side.<br/><br/>Dante's head snapped up from his phone. His brows were high on his head as his amber eyes darted between the two numskulls. "No, no, no; what? Why are you saying his name?"<br/><br/>Andy started to sweat again. "Uh...well...there's been this guy lately, and he's...he's pretty strong..."<br/><br/>"Herculean strong," Jimmy added.<br/><br/>"We've been thinkin' that if...let's say...hypothetically..."<br/><br/>Andy glanced in the rear view mirror and could no longer see his boss. The smoke was thick in the backseat that not even the sunroof could air it quick enough. He could see the orange bead of a cigar and two, red glowing eyes. He then quickly explained, "WethinkhehadthesameideaasyouandgotahumanbodyandcametoDisneyCitytocontinuetodoherostuff!"<br/><br/>(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjM2LmY4MTIxMi5WMGhCVkNFXy4x/road-rage.regular.png)<br/><br/><strong>"HE COULDN'T HAVE HAD THE SAME IDEA AS ME! THAT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR! THAT'S BULLSHIT!"</strong><br/><br/>Jimmy quickly started turning the A/C way up because the vehicle was turning into a sauna. He then cracked the windows while Dante continued to carry on. His body was hot red beneath his suit and his mouth was glowing like a forge.<strong>"WHY IS IT THAT EVERY TIME I HAVE A FUCKING BRILLIANT IDEA, THIS BIG MOOK STEPS INTO THE FUCKING PICTURE? <em>PEOPLE</em> ARE SUPPOSED TO DIE! IF YOU STOP THEM FROM DYING, YOU RUIN THE BALANCE!"</strong><br/><br/>"Uh, boss! I don't mean to interrupt, but if you stay mad, we'll have to replace the seats again!" Andy yelled.<br/><br/>Dante's cigar had long disintegrated, and his fireproof phone case had protected the phone he gripped as though he was holding onto his last strand of sanity. He clenched his teeth, slammed the side of his fist twice against the back of the seat, and then leaned forward as he mustered every ounce of his willpower to calm down. The vehicle interior was gradually starting to cool as the A/C started to dominate. The remaining smoke escaped the sunroof, and Dante remained silently hunched over for a good minute. Andy and Jimmy glanced back at him, and then at each other nervously.<br/><br/>"Ha...ha ha ha..." Dante started to laugh.<br/><br/>Jimmy sank slightly in his chair, feeling frightened.<br/><br/>Dante sat back in his seat, easing his head back as he laughed up at the ceiling. His teeth then came together in a large grin as he shared his thoughts, "Why do I even care? I own this city. He can't stop everything I do alone. I got so many fucking goons it would be impossible for him to keep track of them all. Even if he is here, on the 18th, he won't even be able to fucking stop me. I'm gonna get some souls. And what the fuck is he gonna do? Put me in prison? Ha! What a fucking loser..."<br/><br/>"You're invincible boss!" Andy praised.<br/><br/>"There isn't a prison that can hold you!" Jimmy added.<br/><br/>Dante absorbed the praise as he held out his hand to Jimmy. He didn't even need to tell him what he wanted. Jimmy removed a humidor from his jacket and gave Dante another cigar and cutters. With a proud smirk, Dante snipped the end and handed the clippers back. "Who needs to be president, right?" he chuckled. Extending his tongue, he pressed the end of the cigar against it as it started to smoke. His brows furrowed into the most vile and pleased expression to ever grace a villain's face.