<div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/Vdu7FgAk6rKd_zpsc4407f20.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202758.msg9932062#msg9932062)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> helping to keep bystanders safe on the city street - New York City <br/><strong>Time:</strong> after 1:30<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Ghost Rider, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del> This  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/ZTzDOztBjdw5_zps329c8f3d.jpg)</del> <br/>    Her Black Cat Costume  (http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/black_cat_0010_by_raffaelemarinetti-d3l3114_zps715a8b96.jpg)<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">With her nose pressed against the glass, Felicia sighed, fogging up the clear surface enough to allow her to draw a heart shape on the glass, framing the necklace she adored. Her fingers slipped into her pocket to fish out her phone after the buzzing vibration alerted her to a text. At the same time as she read the strange message the very same echoed through the street from every possible radio, loud speaker, or television set within the area. Had it only been her text she might have figured it was someone being stupid, but this… this was different. <br/><br/>Her eyebrow shot up in a defiant move the very second the aggressor demanded her to submit. Obviously he, or whatever it was didn’t know her very well. Felicia Hardy submitted to no man, or thing...whatever! The point was she wasn’t bowing down to no one! <strong>”Sorry, ain’t gonna happen.  I tried it once, didn’t like it!”</strong> Seconds afterwards the very ground shook from an explosion as robotic soldiers started attacking anything that moved. <strong>”Mother fu...”</strong> Unable to finish her thoughts, Felicia jumped and crouched behind a parked car as one of the metallic beasts turned in her direction. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to steady her breathing before peering around the automobile serving as her shield to take stock of what was happening. She had seconds to scramble out of the way before the metal soldier shot laser beams from its eyes, causing half of the wall she had been standing near to disintegrate. <br/><br/>Silently Felicia was cursing herself for not being prepared, but who could be prepared for something like this? Inside her backpack was a suit that could help her survive…she hoped! The question was could she change in time?<br/><br/>There was chaos on the streets with people screaming and running for their very lives. Some were looking out for their own necks, while others worked together to get to safety. Still, there were a brave few that seemed ready to fight. Heros of all shapes and sizes, each with one common goal. Fight. Protect. Survive. Felicia had a decision to make, and she had to make it fast!  Either stay and fight or save her skin. Instinct had her weighing in for the fight! <br/><br/>What sounded like rebellion against those that chose to dominate drew her attention to the battle happening in the streets of New York. Felicia took a deep breath and attempted once more to peer around her makeshift shield. She watched as the beast became entangled with… a walking skull on fire? This city was getting weirder by the minute! <br/><br/>Seeing this as her opportunity, Felicia moved swiftly from her hiding place, pausing long enough to snatch the necklace that was (thankfully) unharmed by the explosion, even though half of the store’s wall was missing. She ran behind the nearest alleyway, stuffing the diamonds into her bag at the same time fishing out the black fitted suit she had stored within it. <br/><br/>Felicia wiggled out of her skirt, almost tripping onto her knees as she struggled to do too many things at once. <strong>”This usually goes so much smoother when I’m not rushed!”</strong> she grumbled. With her skirt and boots removed, Felicia tore at her top, leaving them on top of her backpack and wiggled into the skintight suit, and slipping on a pair of kickass boots to match. She could feel the power surging through her body as she pulled the zipper, drawing the black suit tight against her body. With a flick of her wrists she released her retractable claws, and kicked her bag with her clothes and glittery treat across the dirty alleyway, leaving it hidden behind a dumpster. <br/><br/>One powerful jump had her clinging to the wall, using her claws to scale the bricks until she was able to reach the rooftops. Three buildings over was the damaged building where only moments before she had been standing, admiring the window display. Felicia watched as the battle raged on. She ducked down for cover as an explosion rocked the city with a tanker truck going up in flames. Peering over the edge of the building, she silently mouthed “fuck” before watching as the tanker flew through the air taking out a few of the drones like bowling pins.<br/><br/>Felicia would have cheered but her attention was caught by a young girl lost and crying. She stood in fear as parts of the damaged invaders headed in her direction, obviously too scared to move. Felicia acted out of instinct, never once thinking of her own safety. Quickly securing the grappling hook on the building ledge across the street, she gave it a strong tug to assure its stability before stepping off of the building and swinging across the way, picking up the tiny girl with one arm and landing on her feet, out of harms way. <strong>”Where’s your ma-ma?”</strong> asked Felicity, but the girl was too scared to answer. <br/><br/>Picking up the child, the woman in black ran as fast as she could towards a group of police officers arriving at the scene. <strong>”Here!”</strong> she stated as she placed the girl in one of the cop’s arms. Not stopping to explain herself, the blonde bombshell turned and headed back to the battle. She wasn’t sure if she had power to stop the invaders, but she was determined to help as many innocent bystanders as possible. </div>