[indent][b][u]March 5th, 5:25 PM
Coast City, California[/u][/b][/indent]

[color=gold]”Fear not, citizens…

[i][b][h3]A TORNADO FORMS OVERHEAD!”[/h3][/b][/i][/color]

Silence.

…

[color=gold]”That’s fucking stupid.”[/color] Blue ink slashed across the page as Coast City’s latest hero scribbled in his notebook. All around him lay pages, notes and drafts. On the walls were more paper, different though - clippings from newspapers, a few scribbled notes (one of which contained a set of shapely lips in pink lipstick). In the center of the wall, framed as the piece de resistance, was a full center spread of the story that had ran a week ago in every Coast City newspaper.

[b]Aspiring New Hero “Hurricane” has touched down![/b]

It was very artistic. He had posed for a picture on his debut stopping a robbery in Hub City’s larger banks. After almost throwing the man who nearly shot him at the top of the steps outside the entrance to the bank he had stepped on the man, hands on his hips, with the fading sun staining the sky and reflecting off his silver mask with his long dark blue coat billowing around his legs.

It wasn’t just artistic, it was [i]heroic[/i].

Since then, Hurricane had been in the papers every day. Once for assisting in dousing a burning building with his ability to conjure weather and lightning, another for spectacularly ending a highway police chase in his signature crashing touchdown of thunder, and once having ‘relented’ and given a brief interview at the tail end of containing a bomb threat.

(It turned out the bomb was a prank call, but no one needed to know that.)

The interview was just yesterday, after the papers had been filled with speculation every day that he didn’t arrive to do something heroic. That’s how you kept your name in the papers - tease them along, give them hints, and leave them wanting. Wanting his name to appear at every breakfast table and every news outlet just as much as he did.

Because soon, Jeremy Miles would be more than just some kid with aspiring dreams and a dead end job. He’d have his name on the lips of every person not just in Coast City, but all of the USA - and someday, even beyond that. Hurricane was going to be bigger than anyone, even Lady Arcana, ever was!

[i]crackle[/i]

[i]”... call for possible breaking and entering in a downtown warehouse …”[/i]

Which is why he had to be on alert. The police scanner merrily churned out crime after crime, but Hurricane couldn’t show up to any old crime like some lapdog. Hurricane needed to show up flashy, in charge, a most importantly-

[i]”... backup needed in shootout at a convenience store robbery…”[/i]

Highly visible.

Jeremy rose up, rolling his dark shoulders before moving to grab the gear of his precious outfit. It was time to shed this mortal name, and become a [i]God[/i] once more.

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[color=gold][b]”Fear not, our boys in blue…

[h2]A STORM APPROACHES!”[/h2][/b][/color]