Roof Jumping (Open)

[Bridgett Bradford]

Leaning back against the stairwell exit onto the roof of a rooftop Bridgett was silently contemplating what has been going on the last few weeks. These last few weeks had been difficult as she had kept her head down. More or less for her own interest as she was specifically trying to gather information on both sides of the fight within Jump City. This was something that she knew that she would need. Information was something that was difficult to come by as it sadly seemed that everyone just being extreme with this security so each network that she attempted to access through her wifi connection meant next to no info could be gleamed.

Lowering her arm turning off the computer strapped to her arm she sighed. Even with the tech from her previous employer it was hard to get what she needed. Reaching into her pack she grabbed a stick of gum from her pocket and began to chew the gum to retrain her brain into focusing. This focus was going to be crucial as only taking down low level criminals. These criminals sadly did not know a whole heck of a lot when it came to the organizations they worked with. Most only knew the first person they contacted and they were the one that she was moving toward. Slowly she has been moving up the ladder inside these organizations.

She had taken down another street level thug down in the alley below the building she was standing upon. The fighting uniform she wore was tight to herself. The bandana covering her face was synched in tightly as she was making sure that people were unable to see her true face so that she could actually live a normal life. This life was something she held close because of the duality that this style of life can lead up to. Yet for now she was going to keep moving away from the location and she would jump to the nearby rooftop.

[Cyril Kirabo]

Cyril sighed and clicked on the hand-held radio he and the other guards had been given. They were supposed to check in every fifteen minutes, but it had been twenty, and he hadn't heard anything from Steve. "Hey, Steve, you get distracted playing Candy Crush again?" He asked into the mouthpiece. Instead of a gruff reply, Cyril heard...nothing. This job wasn't supposed to be dangerous - they were just guarding the building from any snooping reporters cutting the locks, mostly. After his last few failed run-in's with heroes, Cyril wasn't exactly looking for another fight - he was pretty sure he had bruises from some of the super-punches still. Sure, he wanted to become a big-time villain...but sometimes, you had to go slow.

Cyril waited another few seconds, then heaved a long sigh. If Steve was on the phone with his boyfriend arguing over tattoos again, he was going to quit. Walking around the side of the building and taking the ladder to the roof, Cyril peeked over the top of the ledge in time to see Bridgett lowering her arm, computer powering down. The part-time villain, part-time actor cursed and ducked down, holding on to the ladder with one hand as he made sure his mask was in place with the other. He could get lax around the hired muscle he worked alongside; they didn't care if he moonlighted as a villain and wore his costume to the job, as long as it got done. It was one of the perks of working in a town like Jump City; weird fashion choices weren't looked at twice. Reassured that his mask was on tightly, Chiaroscuro poked his head back up, scanning the buildings' edge for Bridgett as she walked towards the edge. Steve had apparently seen someone in something approximating a super costume and decided to take his break early; he was nowhere in sight.

"Hey! This is private property, lady. What are you doing around here? Trust me, there's nothing in there that you want, just dusty old boxes of VHS tapes." Cyril called out, fighting his way over the last rung of the ladder onto the roof properly, jerking a thumb at the locked door. He didn't actually know if this was private property...or what was in those boxes he'd helped carried inside, but he'd probably get a bonus if he actually managed to run off a fellow thief.

CYRIL
KIRABO
Bridgett Bradford

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[Bridgett Bradford]

A voice would echo out toward her as she was about to jump but stayed her movement. Turning her gaze toward the source of the voice she looked at the person. Her eyes would move as she was specifically looking him over. “Everything is private property. Then again why is it that someone that just appeared from below me from such a simple ladder. Just a matter of if someone cares or not. If you are not security for this building you can bugger off.” Speaking softly she would move her body to turn a little toward him. Her stance was obviously one to hide her weapons just in case this person would not appear to be hostile to her or her intentions.

Shifting herself a little more as she relaxed a little in her demeanor and a smile would shift underneath the bandana that covered her mouth. Her voice would come out with a slight purposeful accent. “And dusty old VHS Tapes? That actually sounds interesting. I may find old unaltered copies of classic movies. That I can possibly sell and make a tidy profit.”

She was specifically attempting to antagonize the person and to see exactly what their intentions would be within this situation. Her senses were going a little on overdrive as she moved a hand slowly toward her side. Resting it just over the concealed gun in its holster on her hip.

[Cyril Kirabo]

Cyril narrowed his eyes as the woman tried to talk circles around him, some real brain scrambling hippie stuff. "Listen, I appreciate trying to find a loophole as much as anyone, but...I am actually security for this place, so I can't just mind my own business and cheer you on from the sidelines." It was impossible to see her face with that bandana she wore tied over it, so he was out of luck there - but he wore a mask, too, so the part-time thief supposed that just made a level playing field between the two of them. Neither of them would bump into the other on the subway and have an awkward reaction. Villains were always so much more practical than heroes about that sort of thing, Cyril lamented. Maybe it was a side-effect of having obviously superior costumes to the heroes'.

...Besides hers, which, while it was skin tight, and he could certainly appreciate that, was also camo. The would-be thief being military might explain why she was holding herself with a certain stiffness...or she might just have bought it from a Salvation Army store and was surprised she'd gotten stopped by someone like him. In a place like Jump City, those were the most normal explanations anyone would have thought of. The next most likely was 'time-traveler' or 'someone's evil twin'. Considering the strange things that happened in a town like Jump, the fact that she might honestly want to steal a bunch of classic VHS tapes wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility, mused Cyril. While the smile on her face was hidden, his wasn't - their masks were opposites, going for different tactics of hiding their identities. (The glitter on his mask wasn't so he could avoid cameras. Chiaroscuro just liked glitter.)

His serious look grew into a smile, turning flirty as he heard her accent. Even if she was determined to rob the place he was guarding, he could still appreciate her, right? He definitely wasn't getting paid enough to turn a blind eye to cute people with accents. "Even if you are cute." Turning his grin up a few notches, Chiaroscuro kept his grin firmly in place, waiting to see if he'd be shot down...or in this case, at, though he didn't know about that particular danger yet.

CYRIL
KIRABO
Bridgett Bradford

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[Jian]

A day like any other, and hte rooftops were as crowded as any other. New York may have wondrous arachnid heroes, and devils in red, but Jump had their own strange peoples. Green girls, and glittery masked punching bags. And a peculiar newcomer ready to debut as a hero.

It might not have been the Titan's glorious leader's intentions to let this girl out anywhere without a collar and a leash, but with the threat of HIVE there were times, like this, that the young girl could venture out of the halls of the great T shaped tower. Not the first time Jain had gotten out, but the first time she had been able to find her way over the strip of the sea separating the Tower from the mainland.

Thankfully, the area was large enough that her presence went largely unnoticed. Her natural guile with being a creature of darkness helped her escape notice, especially since she kept to the rooftops, hopping from one to the next.There were interesting scenes, from one to the next. Birds were easy pickings, likewise so were rooftop gardens. It kept her fed, and kept her appearance closer to human, and her temperament sated.

The purple skinned girl was moving on to the next rooftop until something pwicked her little ears, and she halted her patrol to process what she had just heard. It wasn't something a rotten little girl often heard in her vicinity. Jian simply had to question it.

"You... think I'm cute?" A raspy voice spoke up behind Cyril. Jian had heard him. 'I can't mind my own business, yada yada, even if you /are/ cute'.

"Do you think I'm... drop dead cute, too?" Upon turning, he would see young Jian staring at him with foggy sunken yellow eyes, "Hee," was her simple little laugh at her own little pun, a dopey little grin on her face accompanying. A little smitten. Her mouth was in an open smile, beneath glistening needle sharp fangs just able to be made out if one stared close enough. Her arms outstretched on stiff limbs, and feet together. Ready or not world, Jian a newcomer to the Titans and to jump, found herself a friend.

[Bridgett Bradford]

Bridgett’s mind was moving quickly as she was attempting to find a possible way out of the predicament that she happened to be within. When he would speak about actually being security she would feel her face slip into a frown. As for her if he had really not been security it could have been a good idea and she possibly could have used her wiles to escape the situation. “Does that mean that I am not going to be able to talk my way out of this? I cannot just let go and we both say that nothing happened here today? Maybe I could buy you a meal or something if you do let me go?”

Her own tone was flirty and she was specifically that she was trying to get her way out of things and stay away from this area in the future. Then again, she was curious as to if she could get through this, but then her attention quickly moved as someone else brought themselves into the back and forth between herself and Cyril. Within a moment of the girl’s appearance she would focus her power with the discoloration appearing on her face. Within that moment of appearance, she would notice a few things about the hooded figure. : Purple skin and sharpened teeth…. Sounds almost like a demonic child. Could be wrong at that. ::

Her thoughts were quickly moving through her head as she loosened her stance as she specifically was being certain that she was going to escape at the first attempt. Inhaling and exhaling she would make sure her hands were not close enough to the release trigger for her hidden guns. “And who might you be newcomer?” She would be speaking in that way as she assumed that this person had to be something of either a hero or if not then she would not be answering and she could possibly leave quickly.