<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>See the picture? That's how it starts.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>From midnight-on<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Small dance studio-gym-docks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Pissed off light skin: some dancing, some weight lifting, some zapping out<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>16 Shots (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5TIDDx57-0)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Him aka Static<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">Baby, tink yuh bad, say ya badder than she<br/>If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat<br/>Rap on, pop off, make ya move like freak<br/>They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy<br/></div><br/>The mirror showed the way her arms moved, the flex in her abs as she positioned herself once more to get the proper belly roll. The downbeat, the sheer griminess of the song's narrative, forced her to pay attention, pulled a frown of concentration across what could have been considered pretty features. Long hair dripped across her face, wet with sweat and sticking to copper skin in such a way as to invite an eye if there had been any there to see it.<br/><br/>There wasn't. There never was.<br/><br/>The music picked up, encouraged a sway from left to right before her foot stomped down, and slender hands rose coasting over the flat expanse of her belly and then up to remove the hair from her face, tossing it back with impunity. There were rivulets of perspiration across her brow, along the centerline of her chest, at the waistband of her pants. However, she'd been dancing for well over an hour, trying to burn off the reserves of anger she still felt: at her father, at the pretty-faced fucker, at herself.<br/><br/>Especially herself.<br/><br/>As soon as the song ended, she grabbed her bag and trotted out into the cool night. The gym would be her next stop, a small all-nighter of a place that only serious fitness people knew about, and of those, only a few attended as it was no more than a hole in the wall. She had stumbled across it the day before, quite by accident, after the "meeting" had broken up. She had hated it, had loathed the idea that though she had been invited, the chocolate boy wonder had been ENDORSED by her friggin' father.<br/><br/>Endorsed.<br/><br/>Sure, she'd been enthralled with the idea, at first. To get out from beneath her father's gaze, to get into the world and help those who could not help themselves in an even bigger way than she had been doing? Yes. It had been an awesome opportunity but Mister<em>"My pretty smile hides the fact that I am an asshole!"</em>Hawkins ruined her joy just by being there. She knew it wasn't true, intellectually. The boy was smart, brilliant actually, and would be an asset to any team he was placed on. That did not matter though. In her heart, he had taken the training she should have received at her father's hands...and had been absolutely amazing at it.<br/><br/>Fucker.<br/><br/>It was during her cool down that her communicator announced it's presence. With nary a thought, she scurried to the large bathroom and hopped into the quickest rinse off in history before slipping into a pair of fatigues, a gray tee, and combat boots. Work out gear was shoved into her bag and less than three minutes later, she was gone. After throwing the gym bag into the back of her car, the young woman found an out of the way alley. With no thought beyond getting where she needed to be, Jen pressed a hand to the base of a flickering light pole. An abrupt sensation; a pulling of in and down, shorted out that light and (oddly enough) the one next to it as well.<br/><br/>Then, she was gone.<br/><br/><div align="center">A Few Minutes Later</div><br/>She arrived from the west and it took a moment for her to regulate both the speed of her descent and the glow her electrical manipulation caused. Sure, she could have opted for a uniform, something yellow and black, form-fitting, built with alien whatever the hell but why? She was just gonna look like curvy lightning before all was said and done! No point in doing more than donning a mask and keeping her hair bunned up.<br/><br/>The strength of the electrical field emanating from one rather large building drew her attention and almost immediately she headed there, staying up high enough to not be noticed. Unlike most of those who dealt with tech, Jen didn't. As a rule, the things she had trained for were small and intimate. This...this was big and for once, she wished she wasn't alone...