<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/Tumblr_mper58vGve1rdyxo7o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Atemi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, then the road towards bank.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone, mentioning Cherry Spark<br/>Character sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.msg11230031#msg11230031)<br/><br/>A few doors down from where Jenifer Fraiser was relaxing with her playstation, Jessi Washington was typing merrily away on a short story.  With just a few paragraphs to go, Jessica was starting to plan a break.  There were some guys in the dorm next door with a<em>serious</em>gaming library, and she suspected they'd love to meet Jenifer...<br/><br/>Jessi scowled when her text went off.  If the message had been a soft chime instead of a whispered, “Test your might,” she would have ignored it.  These three paragraphs were<em>screaming</em>to get out of her!<br/><br/>With a soft curse Jessi finished the sentence, then kicked back from her desk and snagged the phone.  “Bank robbery?” she whispered.<br/><br/>A grin stretched across the ebony girl's full lips.  She leaped from her chair and—faster than any human should be able to move, stripped down to her panties and bra.<br/><br/>As she streaked over to her dresser, jerked open the makeup drawer, and pulled up the false bottom, a loud 'boom' rocked the building, shattering the windows.  Jessi yelped and jerked towards the right, barely spotting a cherry red streak vanishign in the distnce.  She shook her head and laughed.  The ringing in her ears faded fast as she changed into her costume and—with a surprisingly few deft twists and pins—put her endlessly long hair up into a coil and freed her bangs to obscure her eyes.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Samurai_girl_by_chillu-d4p6vn6.jpg)</div>Now in a long skirt, tight wrap-top, and wooden clogs, Jessi completed the outfit by donning a big, conical straw hat and an obi with some handy gear stashed in the inside pockets, through which she tucked the katana from the display above her bed.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/M4A31MvK9MMUMJpWmZbWf-w.jpg)</div>She perched on her bed for just a moment, then typed in, 'Atemi geared up and good to go.  Estimated response time under ten minutes.'<br/><br/>She included a link inviting headquarters to tie into her GPS if someone with truly superhuman speed wanted to give her a lift.<br/><br/>Leaping out of the shattered window, Atemi pulled her hat low and ran across the quad, tucking her phone into her obi.  She leaped straight to the second story of the parkign garage, dove through the opening, and rolled to her feet.  From there it was a quick dart to a private room.  Two keys later, and a purple motorcycle with a few japanese characters on the sides roared out of the parking garage.<br/><br/>Atemi floored the accelerator and wove her way through traffic towards the scene.