[color=a0410d][i]Man, I really should check the weather more often before I go out…[/i][/color]

Once again, the weather did not favor Manny’s hobby. The winds kicked up all kinds of debris and caused the older structures to rattle in protest. The buildings in this part of town, which was actually on the outskirts, were worn and badly maintained. Several of the buildings were altogether deserted, left empty and crumbling. There weren’t as many people out here as there were in the city proper, so that meant less crowds and noise and…

[color=a0410d][i]You know...this might not be a bad place for another hideout…[/i][/color]

Manny stood in the middle of the upper room of an abandoned bar. It appeared the owners had just picked up and left...and took the booze with them. He was surprised that no one homeless was holed up in the place, though this area wasn’t really known for that. It was just dated and in need of some...love. The walls creaked slightly under the pressure of the gusts outside and the wind whistled through those crevices that weren’t airtight. He carefully walked back down the stairs and out of the back entrance, checking one last time for any ‘liquid treasures’ he might happen upon before leaving. He walked down the blustery street, keeping himself grounded with his gravity powers while random papers and cans sailed past him on the currents. There weren’t many people out today -- perhaps because they weren’t idiots who didn’t keep up with the forecast -- so it was a rather lonely stroll. As he moved into more open air (and more prominent winds), he neared an arena that looked like it was used for horses. Then, a particularly strong gust rose up, and he heard a rumbling sound indicative of a building collapsing -- possibly just in part. He knew that sound all too well and it appeared to come from the arena, which surprised Manny because it looked to be one of the more intact structures in the area.

[color=a0410d][i]I guess everything around here is getting old...hope no one got hurt or anything...[/i][/color]

His mind suddenly and quickly flashed back to the day he rescued his brother from a pile of debris as the everything around him was ablaze. The heat of the flames, the blinding smoke, the searing hot chunks of rubble Manny to toss aside to free his brother, all rushed through his brain in an instant, bringing a frown to his face. He snapped out of it as a dog started barking nearby. He looked up to see a Rottweiler in a red vest running frantically from the arena looking as if it needed help. Manny’s vigilante instincts kicked in and he approached the dog as it whined and yelped.

[color=a0410d]“What’s wrong, boy? Someone need help?”[/color]

The dog barked in response as it darted back into the building. As Manny was lead to a locked gate, he could already see the pile of debris from the apparent roof collapse. The dog stood at the gate, barked once more, and began to whine, looking desperately at the pile on the other side. Manny sprinted, hopped the gate, and dashed for the rubble.

[color=a0410d]“Hey! Anyone in there?!”[/color]