<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/3d62b5af62f94e305e0e1b41dad606ed/tumblr_nhm18vSALE1s0t9k2o1_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Oversized Gray sleepshirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b0/9e/a4/b09ea40cb181c558bbf821b9a9feda8a.jpg), and a pair of ankle socks, one neon green, one neon pink.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Almost 12:30 PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Meeting Chambers<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Fashionably late and racing through basic introductions<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone! All y’all!<br/><hr/><em><strong>“Get dressed first”</strong></em>Brion’s voice had a hint of exasperation in it against her stubbornness.<br/><br/>“No no! You want me to go, so fuck it.” Helena was grumpy despite the sweet gesture of coffee he made for her, and trudging over to her bag she grabbed a sport’s bra and a pair of socks. Well, a sock from differing pairs. She was too frustrated to find the matching partner. Ripping her shirt off over her head, her bare back facing him, she thrust her arms into the loops of the insufferable tit holster before throwing her shirt back on. She grumbled the entire time she put the mismatched socks on before standing before him, sweeping her arm towards the door. “MOVE.”<br/><br/>They were lucky she put on a bra, albeit a sport’s one, let alone showing up after being dragged out of her house and forced to endure a three hour drive to the middle of this stupid little town. So Helena did not even try to impress when she and Brion entered almost a half an hour late. If they knew who she was, than perfect. If they didn’t....eh, they would know soon enough. So still dressed in her pajama shirt and shorts, hair in a hazardous bun high above her head, the Great Huntress entered.<br/><br/>Fuck, she forgot her coffee upstairs!<br/><br/>Everyone else came in their regalia finery, their best clothing, or their armored suits with fine logos. Helena didn’t care if she was abhorrently underdressed to make a grand first impression. She would shake her head, denying any form of speech to anyone if they greeted her, be-lining it towards the snack table as she kept muttering the words “coffee......coffee.......coffee.......”. Like a caffeine addict, she poured herself a large measure into a styrofoam cup before proceeding to make it perfect with some cream and sugar. A first sip had the woman make an audible purr, a soft shiver exiting her shoulders as she opened her eyes and helped herself to absolutely everything on the table. Pigs in blanket? Fuck yeah....all sorts of chips and carrot sticks, by the time she started to make her way towards the table, her plate was more French onion dip and ranch dressing than anything else. And that’s when she started to greet everyone.<br/><br/>Supergirl: Helena jerked her chin in greeting. “Hey sweet thing, could recognize a relative of Superman anywhere. Looking real good in those colors. Rock it.”<br/><br/>Damian Wayne: a scoff with the rolling of the eyes as she muttered his name under her breath, giving him barely enough respect as she passed him. In her eyes, he was just Batman Jr. Self-righteous, pain-in-the-ass, all in everyone’s business, oh, the cops always know best, the American justice system is the greatest in the world, Batman Jr. No thanks!<br/><br/>Rocket: “Mmph.” Helena stopped and looked the woman down so aggressively it was as if she undressed her with her eyes. “Damn girl, you are<em>fine</em>.”<br/><br/>Static: She smiled and sent finger guns his way. “Hey, what’s up. Huntress. Here to save the world.”<br/><br/>Raven: “Hey, welcome. Huntress. Don’t know if you’ve heard, here to save the world.”<br/><br/>Suddenly she turned and her eyes were met with a belt buckle. Tilting her chin up she saw a chest....and then up more and finally on the stern face that had zero smile lines. Helena took a long sip of her coffee but kept her eyes on him over the rim as if picturing<em>he</em>was the thing she was drinking instead. Huntress licked her lips as she met silent eyes with Lor Zod for a brief moment before the white row of her upper teeth bit her bottom lip. He then sat down on the bed as she turned, shaking her head. “Fuck.....why couldn’t<em>I</em>have been born on Krypton??”<br/><br/>Jason Rusch: ”Mm, nice suit. Is that Italian-made? I’m from Italy, and you’re wearing that shit.”<br/><br/>Vixen: “Rock the catsuit girl, I feel it from you: peace, earth, love, vegan bacon, granola, trees, praise Mother Earth!”<br/><br/>Lightning: “Smile, girl. We about to save all the humans.”<br/><br/>Augustus C. Freeman Jr: She saluted to him. “Hello, yes....hi. Great to have me, yes, thank you, wonderful.”<br/><br/>Ronnie Raymond: ”Here to save the world, hi......here to make a difference....”<br/><br/>She dipped a celery stick from her plate into her ranch as she observed the man on a bed listening to music, and as she reached the table, Helena finally sat down, leaned back, and raised her narrow socked feet up to cross her ankles on the table itself. “Lucky! I would kill to listen to this still in my bed.” She settled her plate on her lap and crunched her teeth into the stick.<br/><br/>“So!” She chewed, swinging her head to meet all the faces in the room. She used the half-bitten stick to point around at each face. “Did I miss anything important? Or are you all still trying to figure out each other’s names?”