[color=FEE5AC][b]Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location:[/b] the Streets of Centerville; Kinko's is Popular This Time of Night 
[b]Possible Interactions:[/b] [@KaijuBaragon] [@GingerBoi123][/color]

Dinah took the stairs to the first floor and pushed wide the front doors as she headed down the steps of the main building. She was still unclear as to what had just happened, she just knew she needed to get home, party or no party. She tucked her hands in her pockets as she headed toward the bus stop. Normally she would just walk back, but as it was dark and she was alone, it was probably better to take public transport. She sat down on the bench and rested her hands on her lap, refraining from twiddling with her phone in order to keep her wits about her. The city at night could be unforgiving. 

She waited for what seemed like forever (in reality maybe five minutes), and checking the time, she found that much to her dismay, the buses had stopped running by this hour. Great. Muttering darkly, she stood once more and started walking down the empty sidewalk, gloved hands stuffed in the pocket of her light grey hoodie. She was capable of taking care of herself, but there was no way she was going to use her powers to do it. Although, once she had been accosted by some mugger with a knife, and in an attempt to make him leave, had turned a tissue in her purse to gold and gave it to him. No doubt he was disappointed later when he discovered it was a snot rag and not, in fact, a sheet of pure gold. Other than that, she found no real use for her power. Heaven knew she would never use it on a living person, and that would be the only real way to stop someone. No, there were plenty of superhumans in the city without her jumping into the fray. 

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. An eventful night indeed. She had just turned the corner in time to see two figures suddenly appear in the middle of the street, where they certainly had not been before, then dart off into the night. Moments later, a man (at least she assumed it was judging by the height), stepped out of a store front and hurried across the street, disappearing into the building the shots had come from. 

Once again she froze, unsure of how to proceed. This was her usual route home, the one that was best lit and, up until now, seemed to have the least amount of danger. First her panic attack (that's what she was calling it) at the school, now she had stumbled onto a gunfight? This really was her lucky night. Although, she though to herself, blue eyes scanning the scene, someone could be in serious trouble. She could call for help, but it may be too late by the time anyone got here. However, if she did discover a dire situation, what could she do? 

"I'm going to get myself killed," she mumbled to herself with a shake of her head, slipping to the side of the street that the shots had been fired from and sticking close to the sides of the building, clutching the straps of her backpack tightly as she made her way to the door that the tall man had disappeared into. It was lightly ajar, but the lights were off and there appeared to be no one inside. She sucked in a breath before pulling her hood over her blonde hair and stepping inside, pausing as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She could see closed doors to her right, and a set of stairs on the left. Judging from the barely audible shuffling coming from above her, she took her chance with the stairs, remaining as quiet as humanly possible as she crept upward.