<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/2djeb2f.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Abbigail Armstrong<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Nightbrite, Hero<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Main Floor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Triplicate<br/><br/>Abby stepped into the Alter Ego and it was like entering a new world. In the old warehouse one could still hear faint sounds of traffic and city life, but the elevator ride down was total silence. Then, like crossing some barrier into a different dimension, the elevator door would slide open and assail her with music, laughter, and love. It was refreshing, the perfect place to come and unwind after a long night.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the elevator, still clad in her costume, that infamous bodysuit that drew eyes from friend and foe alike. The black and white outfit hugged her curves like a second skin, sparing almost no detail. It was form-fitting enough to be half a step away from looking like she'd simply been encased in body paint. In battle, it provided an amazing distraction but it also allowed her complete mobility and flexibility. Abby also loved how she looked in it.<br/><br/>Her first destination was the bar, where she'd start the evening off with a drink. Ample bust lightly bouncing, hips faintly swaying, she strolled across the club to the sprawling bar and took up the closest open seat. She placed a drink order and turned to find she'd wound up next to Triplicate, a hero she recognized. It was easy enough to recognize a man there were three of at any given time. Abby smiled at him. She couldn't think of his real name at the moment, and some heroes didn't like being called by their real identities - even in here - so she played it safe.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Trip."