[center][h1][color=aquamarine] Phantom [/color][/h1]

[i][h3]Earlier

Presidential Suite/Base of Operations, Fancy Hotel, Morning [/h3][/i][/center]

As the teenager's hand slapped firmly down on the alarm sitting on the giant of a bed she was in, Christian sat up and looked about the giant hotel room she had called a home. A moppy hot mess of brown hair framed a pair of sleepy chocolate brown eyes, and the loose-fitting pair of black-colored pajamas that clad her Caucasian-skinned form seemed to hang in a messy bunch as was the usual. It was hard to think this was all....hers, but by now the coming in and out of the window secretly, memorizing the damn code for this room she had been told to say if she ever had to "come back" in another body, and then it would be going about preparing her gear for the day. The comfortable, albeit form-fitting, bodysuit was something she had become accustomed to along with the mask, but sometimes her day of attempted hero work made her really enjoy the hot shower after getting back home. A. [b]Long[/b]. [u]Hot[/u]. [i]Shower[/i].

[color=aquamarine]"Ahhh!.....So, what place to patrol today? See what the Wards are doing? Saw a few cute girls last time.....or maybe that butcher shop place two blocks over with the homemade German sausages and fancy meat jello (head cheese) those thugs were around....ugh,"[/color] the teenager said as she yawned, stretching her arms with a long yawn escaping her lips, pulling herself out from under the bed sheets and onto the carpeted floor. 

At least Breakfast was a single hotel room call way.