[color=#3CB371][b]Orren Daily/ Male/ 25/ Civilian [/b]
[b]Location:[/b] Hallow Grounds coffee shop [b]Tags:[/b] A Nefarious Broadcast[/color]

It was about 5 in the morning that Orren arrived at the coffee shop to open. The alarm clock had gone off far too early that morning; he felt like he'd barely slept. His brown eyes had deep circles under them. Clearly this wasn't his first night with poor sleep. Insomnia was a familiar feeling to him; he'd had it for at least a couple years now. 

He made himself a latte while the oven warmed up. Orren sipped it with tired eyes, watching the sky turn pink outside. When the oven beeped, he went about baking the fresh cakes and breads that the shop offered along with coffee. The smell often drew customers in. Once the front case was stocked, he went around and opened the doors for business. Sometimes, there would be people waiting. Luckily, that wasn't the case today. Orren went around back behind the counter and perched on a stool.

His eyes drew up to the TV that sat in the lobby. The news was still on, talking about the events of last night. Didn't those super guys ever give it a rest?

It was nearing 6 AM, and the usual morning rush was strangely slow today. Customers flowed in at a rate just high enough to keep Orren from falling asleep on the counter again. He handed a man his cup of black coffee and thanked him for coming by, then zoned out a bit as the next gap between business began. The TV caught his attention, offering meager entertainment. Then, it flickered. 

Orren blinked. Had he imagined that or.... Nope, there it was again. The News cut out, giving way to the brightly colored bars that appeared for a test screen. Then it went black. He straightened up, scrunching his brows together. Was their TV broken?

[i]Good Morning.[/i]

The white text appeared on a black background, then faded. A panning shot of a downtown office park replaced it. The camera paused on one particular building before fading out again.

[i]Remember me?[/i]

The words appeared on a black background once more before fading, this time, being replaced by a video of sad looking cats and dogs in caged. It looked like it was ripped from an old ASPCA commercial.

[i]Not for very much longer.[/i]

This time the words fell over the ASPCA video, right as it focused on a barking dog before fading to black.

[i]We have run for so long.[/i]

The word appeared over black, then faded to a shot of a dark alley. One could just barely make out two masked figures standing within the shadows.

[i]Now I am tired.[/i]

The screen faded black again.

[i]Now it's your turn.[/i]

This text faded out and replaced by one word.

[i]Goodbye.[/i]

The colorful bars flashed onto the screen again before it cut back to the feed of the morning news. The anchor lady looked stunned until she realized that they were live again. She cleared her throat and shuffled the papers on her desk.

"Um...well, it appears our live feed was just hacked. I'm being told that the proper authorities are being notified, but let's continue with our program. Uh...John, why don't you tell us about the weather."

Orren didn't hear a word the weatherman said. He was thoroughly disturbed. Even in a well lit store, in the middle of the morning, he could feel paranoia creeping into his mind. Other customers in the shop had taken notice of the strange interruption as well, and where now discussing it quietly. Whatever those creeps had in mind, one thing was clear: [i]someone[/i] was going to get hurt.