[color=0072bc][h1][i]June April Summers[/i][/h1][/color]


Morning shift yet again. June sighed. Before she  stacked some plates on top of each other, grabbed them all. Turned around, and walked behind the doors into the kitchen. That was the problem with working in a "breakfast and late night" restaurant. The hours were shit. But, damn. If she had any other option, she would have taken it by now. This was her only option, being a woman with no college education. And little few job options. Hey, it was much more preferable to bashing skulls. June put down the stack of dirty dishes next to the sink. With said sink having a busy busboy cleaning away at them. Johnny. Yeah, that was his name. June didn't know him all that well, but he was tall, rather overweight, and around her age. His outfit exposed his thick arms. "More for you, Johnny." June said as she set down the dishes.

Johnny sighed, before he grabbed the top plate. "I'll get to it."

June nodded her head. She could tell that he didn't like this job. He was one of the many kids that wasted their time screwing around instead of hitting the books. Now he has no choice but to work here. Though, she has little place to judge. Because she's in the same situation. June gave him a quick look before she turned away and continued waiting tables. She stepped out into the main part of the restaurant, and took one look around. Since it was morning, a few people were in here. They wanted some breakfast. Then they were going to leave. This Diner closes at noon, which gave June plenty of time to do her thing. Like maybe find someone to help her figure out what the hell is going on in this city. Yet, June didn't notice that her legs were carrying her to a table. Heh. Just so caught up in her own thoughts. That she didn't even pay attention to what was happening in the now. June grabbed her notepad, and had a pen to it. "Hey, can I-" The TV in the corner of the room caught her eye.

The TV flashed. The channel changed itself from the news, to a strange symbol. June's head turned towards it to watch, just as everyone else did. A masked man walked on scene, changing his voice so that nobody can recognize him. Perfect. He began wailing about some warning, telling everyone to be on guard. What was this some publicity stunt? For some stupid movie? June turned away during the rambling. In some attempt to get back to the order, but she couldn't quite take her mind off of it. Especially once he mentioned "those with great power will soon find themselves without it". Wait, the superhumans of Toronto? June  listened to the rest of his omen before it disappeared. Going back to the news that was playing a few seconds ago. Wondered what the hell he was talking about. Is this related to the sickness hitting the city? God, she hoped not. She hoped that it was just some stupid movie promotion. But [i]hoping[/i] wouldn't get her anyway.

What did June think of this? Well, that was even more reason to start investigating this whole thing. Second she's off work, she's getting on her motorcycle.

Her shift would be over soon. "I need a smoke." June mumbled underneath her breath. She took one step around and went back to the customer, like nothing ever happened.