[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center] 

Sam was listening to the conversation as one might listen to a train roar by as you rage at someone on the road. She was so focused on the own vicious monologuing in her head to care one bit about what that disrespectful ass-hat had to say. The man would glance at her now and again with a sense of discomfort and fuming and Sam would flick her eyes upward to meet it with full warning.

The elevator door opened, thrusting the heat (which Sam wasn't registering) into the space. Sam grudgingly detached herself from her spot on the wall and headed her way onto the new floor. The change in atmosphere somewhat offered a shift in her attitude, now just making her flaming rage into something more of just a really bad mood. The pair were swiftly abandoned by their host to go greet their new, more superior host. She could hear what they were saying about how they were the first to the arrive, and thus alone. 

They were ushered into the lavish space, which again looked like a wealthy, evil businessman's penthouse, but altered in that it looked very prepped for a party. The woman's eyes locked onto the pizza and made no care for pleasantries like greeting her host first, but went straight to the food. She snatched three of the burning hot pieces of newly delivered pepperoni pizzas onto a plate and on her way to take a seat she stole herself a two sodas, one she placed in her purse for later and the other she had to have now. She fell down into a cushy recliner and swung her legs over the arm of it and started to devour her burning hot food. Naturally, she did not feel the usual, sharp burn of an impatient bite of pizza, but instead tasted heavenly deliciousness. 

However, the one thing that soured the wonderful (though still fuming) experience were the introductions. The new man, Matt, introduced his friend/minion as his champion and himself as his own. This made Sam's eyebrows furrow. How odd... how... labeling? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something in the way this introduction went was informative, yes, but very demeaning. Was this how it would be suddenly, that she would no longer be looked at as who she is, but of the power she held? Sam's feminist senses were well attuned to these injustices and was quick to combat it even though Artemis was just going along with it. "[color=a0410d]I get that you are trying to be straight to the point and all that, but you just call me Sam, okay? I am a human being with my own name and my worth and my identity will not be narrowed down to what crazy powers I have now.[/color]" She said this with a great sense of pride and this injustice that had been suggested. She popped her soda with a hiss, took a swig and continued with a sigh. "[color=a0410d]Now, as far the champion who's powers I have, I don't really know, man. I know two things though. I made a cold cup of coffee boil with just my hands and I can't be burned.[/color]" She offered this both as information and somewhat as a warning. Even though she didn't know how to really recreate or work with these new abilities she knew that being inflammable was pretty powerful.

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