<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>-> LUKE’S<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jessica Jones, Luke Cage , Shang-Chi , Patsy<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Playing Pool<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><strong>"I'm no Web-Head, but suddenly my Negro senses are tinglin'. Shang, whatever you're feelin...I pray it blows over, or New York's gonna get worse than usual."</strong><br/><br/>She chuckled at the nergro senses comment.<br/><br/>"You mean worse than an alien invasion worse?" reaching up to rub the temples of her head. It was baffling to say the least. Now she couldn’t shake the feeling that something worse was going on. It was like the calm before the storm, except there was no calm, just built up anxiety. She had felt it all day and all week. Maybe it was just nonsense, but like Luke said and she had to agree Shang-Chi’s senses were superb.<br/><br/>It would blow over, just another day in New York.  It did seem like New York had the ability to bring out the worse in people, not to mention attracting all the crazy bull shit. This kind of stuff never happens in Detroit. “Well until the creeps come knocking I’ll be throwing around gang members, I’ll let you both now.” She took one last not so sobering gulp from her mug.<br/><br/>What Luke said about the academy was true. You never really knew how deep the rabbit hole goes until you hit the bottom. When the door opened  and a blonde girl walked through she looked over her shoulder curiously before returning  her attention back to company. Before the night was over she would get with some of her contacts in Brooklyn and on the force to see if they heard anything about gangs or creepers.  Even now with her bionic arm she was starting to feel a little anxious. Not in a slasher film kind of way, more like I just got straight F’s on my report card and mom’s waiting kind of way.<br/><br/>She tapped the glock safe sheathed in her jacket. “ As long as this ‘darkness’ isn’t bullet proof, I’m not worried.” Sliding out her seat she walked over to the pool table and grabbed a pool stick. It had been a while since she played, the last time she had betted one of Luke’s customers out of $ 300 . Setting the cue balls in the right formation she aimed carefully in the center.  Misty recalled the day she first started playing pool, now with her robot arm she had to be a little more conscious of how she handled small objects. “Alright who wants their money taken?” She asked around the room.<br/><br/>