<strong>Anima (LA)</strong><br/><br/>When the Indian girl spoke of not being pushed around, the respect that. He firmly believed in doing what he wanted whenever he wanted. Anyone that got in his way was in for a world of hurt. She seemed to think the same way as a lightning bolt struck a news  helicopter that was circling overhead. The Animal jumped up and down while hooting with glee, much like the ape he looked like. He ran to the edge of the roof and watched it crash onto the street. A gruff laugh escaped from him as he watched cars collide with the wreckage.<br/><br/>"Oh shit! That was fucking awesome!"<br/><br/>When he turned back around, another woman had joined them on the roof. This one was also pretty easy on the eyes, although the Animal didn't like her outfit as much as the Indian girl's. There was just too much of it. Likewise, she didn't seem terrified of the Animal, although there was some apprehension in her. She appeared to be keep some distance from him.<br/><br/>"Damn... " he muttered to himself. "I'm a real chick magnet today."<br/><br/>The two women were engaged in a debate about what the Indian girl was doing. The woman on the roof was throwing around the word "paragon." At first the Animal wonder why she wasn't in a wheelchair, then he remembered that was a paraplegic.  Whatever she was babbling about, she sounded like a goody two-shoes.<br/><br/>"Maybe some of us like getting respect with fear," he growled. "That way you know they ain't bullshittin' ya. So why don't you mind yer own damn business and shut yer yapper before I shove something in it?"