[center][h1][color=silver][i]Jimmy Chong[/i][/color][/h1]
[h2]5:46 AM, March 10th 2020[/h2]
[h3]Rio de Janeiro, Brazil[/h3]
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The sun rises slowly on the horizon, a mesmerizing glow being produced as the sun's rays bounced off the shore. It was a beautiful morning, and being here early in the morning meant having to run into less people. It's exactly the reason why this morning in particular was perfect for a certain person...

A white-haired man of Asian descent jogged down by the shoreline, wearing a white tank-top and a pair of beach shorts. The light layer of sweat dripping from his body as he moved indicated that he had been active for a while. Soon, he reached a rather large rock, stopping and leaning by it. His slim, built form was made even more apparent after he took off his tank top off, hanging it over his shoulder and walking around the rock. After taking a short moment to cool down.

...

Jimmy laid back on a hammock, a chilled bottle of Corona Light in his hands with a lemon slice sticking out its mouth. He adjusted his shades as the glare of the sun bounced off them. Underneath the hammock was a small gym bag, a pair of nice running shoes holding it down as a sort of weight. It was an easy life for Jimmy as he laid low in Brazil. After the incident with the goggles, he felt like his imminent comeback wouldn't be as great if he were incarcerated soon after. All his assets have been frozen, as well, due to his coma, so paying for a nice and expensive lawyer won't be the easiest thing to do, now. 

For the past few months, Jimmy Chong has made it by through doing the odd job here and there, using his powers in order to make things a bit faster. Chafing under the need to make a living like a normal person, Jimmy would be sorely out of his comfort zone if not for the fact that he could go wherever he wants to for vacation. He also has become some sort of local celebrity in the form of [i]A Rapidez,[/i] stopping crime when it happens, but mostly just walking old ladies down th street or helping with groceries. The costume was easy to come up with, too... he literally just superglued cotton onto a diving suit and a pair of goggles and called it a day. Of course, he has a real costume in the works, right now, which will hopefully be done in the next week or so.

[i]Jun is calling...[/i]

Ah, speak of the devil.

[color=silver]"What's up?"[/color]

[color=Royalblue]"You know, you're still famous for the guy who destroyed part of New York."[/color]

[color=silver]"Ah, man, people are still hung up over that? And it wasn't even all my fault, anyway! I didn't know some flying guy who could lift a bus happened to be in the same state I was in..."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Yeah, but you could've avoided that altogether if you had just laid low like you're doing right now."[/color]

[color=silver]"And what, be painted as a coward by the news? Besides, 'menace' has a better ring to it, anyway, don't you think?"[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Ugh... why did I ever agree to help you, again?"[/color]

[color=silver]"I wasn't the one who made that weird synthetic blood that put me in a coma. That's why..."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"You have to bring that up every time we talk, do you? Well, whatever, I've got some good news for you."[/color]

[color=silver]"What'chu got?"[/color]

[color=royalblue]"The suit's just about ready. Just working on recreating those goggles. How the hell did they make these in the 40s, anyway?"[/color]

[color=silver]"Don't know, ask the military. When do you think you'll have it done?"[/color]

[color=royalblue]"In about... three to four days, actually. It'd be alot faster if you weren't so insistent on making me recreating those goggles, though."[/color]

[color=silver]"I have to give the old ones back, either way. It'd be reallt weird if I was running around wearing stolen goggles on my face, after all."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Yeah, well, just see me at my shop in about five days. You'll like what I did with the suit."[/color]

[color=silver]"So long as it doesn't turn me into a lightning bolt, again... ah, hell, some tourist got her selfie-stick stolen. I'll talk to you, later."[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Take care, celebrity."[/color]

...

Jimmy put his phone back into his pocket before taking another sip from his beer. As he started putting his running shoes back on, he smiled to himself.

[color=silver]"Celebrity, huh? Has a nice ring to it..."[/color]