<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Walking to the dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Harriet, (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>“So you are bound to the suit and trying to find out how to work it.  So you can do what exactly?”  He asked.  Wondering what drawback the prototype had to it?<br/><br/>“So you steal things and you need the suit to be better?  Or you believe that you do?” He said as he gazed at her.<br/><br/>“So you are going to make it a point to see me tonight?  Should I dress the part or anticipate you not holding on to your suit so tightly?”  He teased.<br/><br/>“No nothing so mundane.  I can hit a heavyweight boxer and watch him crumble, I can run circles around Bolt and watch him get tired trying to keep up.  I can run a mile in less than a minute.  I can catch an arrow in flight and dodge a bullet.  Not that I am bragging or anything, just stating facts.  If you tell me your measurements I promise I won’t forget them.”  He said licking is lips as he drank her in.<br/><br/>