[color=#191919][b]Black Mask/ Unknown/ Male/ Unknown[/b] 
[b]Location:[/b] Ross Park District [b]Tags:[/b] A soon to be flattened Sanctum[/color]

He was halfway home before it began to sprinkle. Great, now he was going to be wet [i]and[/i] cold. Tonight had been a pretty shit night, honestly. And, to push him just that much closer to the edge, some kid decided it would be okay to mess with him. The moment Black Mask felt the bag slip from his shoulder, and heard the kid's voice, he saw red. His hands clenched into fists again. He knew Raker always insisted on running before fighting, but Raker wasn't here, was he? 

Black Mask whirled around on his heels wordlessly. He swung his arm with his weight, driving his fist right towards the punk's face. He honestly hoped to make his head bounce off the wall behind him.