<div class="floatleft">(http://i952.photobucket.com/albums/ae5/Warden_Ice/AnarchyCom_zpscb026296-1_zps75b35b60.jpg) </div><strong>Character:</strong>Anarchy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham City Police Department Roof<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Monday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Gotham City's signaling symbol for its vigilante caped crusader projected into the air in full glory - a beacon for those that wanted to defend the city, and a plea of help of the city's populace. As the times have changed however, its cry for assistance wasn't to the normal man behind the bat; Batman wasn't around. He couldn't have turned rogue. This pretender or usurper tarnished his reputation. A man who killed criminals for the most minor of charges including petty theft. This was not justice. This was a mockery of the order of things men as Batman stood for. A mockery of the social standards of someone who protects the innocent and well-being of all. Naturally, a different method was in need of being employed. A method not too different from the methods of your common vigilante where one takes to action without need or aid of a governing force of policing force. A method now spray-painted over the Bat-Symbol in red. Anarchy.<br/><br/>Beside this beacon was a woman pacing back and forth casually with her hands tucked into the pockets of a sleeveless maroon long-coat draped over a simple black wifebeater with white trim. This exposed her ink'd torso suggesting to her full-body self-expressive artwork. Nothing but tattered black shorts showing her legs with the same tattoo pattern as the torso. Black converse hid her feet. A lit Djarum Black cigar clove hung in her lips where the smoke rose up towards the atmosphere. Veronica Anne Arky awaited the arrival of those that would answer the call, be it friendly or not.