<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190903/407e145040479a5f46ddf008d2d333a2.png) (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vh1.mtvnimages.com/uri/mgid:file:http:shared:vh1.com/news/uploads/sites/2/2018/03/Screen-Shot-2018-03-29-at-11.02.58-AM-1522336832.png?quality=0.85&amp;format=jpg&amp;width=480)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Raquel Irvine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035652#msg15035652)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Check the pic<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>8/23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>9 PM or thereabouts<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Docks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>What fresh Hell is this? | Oh there He is. | Someone put out the fire!!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Beast Mode (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m3BcAX5HI4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Icon | Firestorm<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Font Made Here (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Finally, Ronnie got it and continued the game.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Just listen to yourself. A girl called me and you are losing your mind? I'm here, with you. Walking...talking and you see someone called me. So what? It doesn't mean anything. She looked up my number..."</span><br/><br/>Rocket forced herself to huff a sigh, even as she dropped her hand and her gaze. This was fuckin' weird! She did not want to fight with the handsome young man!<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'I will do this for the good of the mission!!'</em></span>The idea made her want to giggle, yet she held out on that impulse and allowed her dark eyes to skate past him, watching as a few sailors turned their attention to the arguing "couple".<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"...you know what forget it. You're talking crazy now and you're making me angry. I think you need to calm down and so do I. Get home on your own."</span><br/><br/>She had just dredged up a decent response when shit went to hell in a hand cart with an explosion that sent her tumbling toward the ground. Only a few seconds later, Icon's voice filtered through the comm.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">&lt;&lt;Is everyone ok?&gt;&gt;</span>Rocket answered in the affirmative before pushing herself upward. Moments later she noticed that shit was on FIRE!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'What in the hell happened??'</em></span>With a small click of her tongue, she reached out to both sides of Firestorm:<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">&lt;&lt;Ronnie? Jason ?? Multiple fires, Icon is fine but a ship has been removed from the water with him nowhere in sight. Fire is also on scene, trying to rescue trapped sailors. Maybe y'all should get your cute tushes to the docks? We got some people to save!!&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>With no thought, Rocket sprinted toward the nearest ship and hustled aboard.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Y'all need to get gone before this whole thing blows!"</span>She turned to stare at the flames which were flickering wildly, feeding upon the oxygen in the air. There was no way to put them completely out, not enough extinguishers on board. Getting people away was the safest course of action to minimize further loss of life.<br/><br/>Turning, she jumped slightly and allowed her belt to waft her to the next ship. Two people were trapped in a lower deck, their screams slicing through her head as the fires drew closer.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Huddle together, you two. Ima get you out."</span>Raquel settled on the deck and then ran toward the hole leading down. With barely a pause, she jumped, just missing the rising flames. Again her fingers sought her belt and slim fingers tapped it. Suddenly all three were rising as she extended her shield to draw them in and then pushed herself upward, using the kinetic energy she had stored. With a sigh, she placed the men on the deck.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Get gone!"</span><br/><br/>She did not think about Ronnie or Gus...she only moved, her mind trying to come up with the best way to handle the fires and the probable loss of life. Let the guys figure shit out on their own.