[b][i][u]11:30PM EST[/u][/i][/b]
[b][i][u]A train en route to Grant Gym[/u][/i][/b]

Vesta held on onto the bar lining the roof of the train like a sloth. Her eyes were half closed as she stared at the floor in silent contemplation or boredom as most people called it. The sounds of [b]'Culture Club'[/b] played quietly through her headphones. Her long black hair was draped over her beloved black T-shirt featuring a picture of 'The Smiths' - her favourite band. Holding the top of her head in place was a, yet again black snapback featuring the words "Boy" in bold letters. A reference to the Petshop boys to the wise observer. Diana had warned her that overdoing it on the 80s band merch would just make her look like some sort of 'fangirl'. But to be honest, Vesta didn't know the meaning of the word. Literally. In fact, she took it as a compliment rather than an insult as she was both a fan and a girl. She also wore a pair of skinny jeans and high top trainers, but who cares about them when you've got a 'rad' Smiths T-shirt?

Her eyes casually surveyed the train like a meerkat would survey the Savannah. It was practically empty other than a few homeless people and a very tired looking business man. Ves wasn't exactly wide awake herself, she stifled a yawn as the automated voice called out the next stop. Ves picked her sports bag up from the chair behind her and slung it over her shoulder. Getting clothes for a woman of her size was hard enough, getting a bag big enough to carry a sword inconspicuously was another thing altogether. 

She exited the train with a lost look on her face and turned back just in time to snatch her map from the seat just to the left of the door. She noticed the bar she had been holding on to was significantly bent out of shape as she began walking towards the stairs attached to the platform. Her sister, Diana had marked out the route on the map, Ves didn't know what she would have done without her dear old sister. She would have probably still been walking about in toga's and differentiating genders based on beards if it weren't for her.

[b][i][u]12AM EST[/u][/i][/b]
[b][i][u]Grant Gym[/u][/i][/b]

Ves towered over the other teens with a great amount of self consciousness. She bit the corner of her thumb's nail as she half listened to Batman and Wildcat and half thought about what everyone else thought about her. She moved with the group as they travelled down into the secret bunker of the gym. It was like nothing, Ves had ever seen. Seeing a computer for the first time was one thing, seeing one that was bigger than her was another. 

When Ves heard the notion of getting a job in order to 'blend in' she felt butterflies flutter around in her stomach. She highly doubted a 7 foot tall woman would 'blend in' at all just because she got a job at [i]Starbucks[/i]. Nevertheless, she kept quiet as the tour continued, eventually reaching a room that displayed the costumes the team would be wearing. Vesta's costume was much to her liking, it was sleek and modern but also retained quite a bit of her Amazonian culture. 

She moved over to the costume and removed it from the mannequin before uttering a short.
[color=Aquamarine]"Thank you"[/color] With a wide grin before following her orders and going into the women's bathroom to get changed. She stuffed her casual attire into the bag underneath her weapons and brought it out with her into the room she had been in previously. She wished she hadn't gotten changed so quickly. It was just her, alone in a room with Batman and Wildcat. Unexpectedly, the costume had given her a surprising boost in her confidence and her voice didn't waver in the slightest with her next few sentences.
[color=Aquamarine]"Uh, sirs?"[/color] She spoke, unsure if she should have called them 'Mr. Batman' and 'Mr. Wildcat'.
[color=Aquamarine]"My mother sent me these after the event with Robin"[/color] She explained, unzipping her sports bag and opening it to reveal the set of equipment. She had already put on the bracers, but then again she considered it a part of her costume.
[color=Aquamarine]"Also, Mr. Batman and Mr. Wildcat sirs I'm not entirely sure how uhm"[/color] She said, becoming more conscious about the fact that she had just made an amalgamation of what she wanted to call the two and what she didn't want to. She moved a strand of hair away from her face before speaking once more.
[color=Aquamarine]"Well put it this way, I'm rather tall and I'm not sure getting a part time job will make me [i]blend in[/i] as such."[/color] She hoped the conversation would be over before any of the other teens came out, it was awkward enough as it was.