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 [sub][i]January 1st, 7:37 PM
Madison Square Garden, New York City
[@DC The Dragon] | [@Zoey White] | [@Blackstripe] | [@MsMorningstar]
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Jermaine took a long, deliberate drag of his blunt as the arena exploded into chaos. With a shril scream that seemed to almost slice through the bass boosted music, a pale man with legs as thin as stilts and arms like rubber bands bound from the seats to the stage in one fell swoop. 

[i]Damn during the twerking part too..[/i] he sighed inwardly as he inhaled slowly, his system finally responding to the smoke. Taking small, slow draws of the swisher, he felt delighted, like he had never felt before, like it was his first time again. 

At the same time security forces jumped into action, one  successfully grabbing the metahuman before promptly becoming a human roast with a jet of supernatural flame. 

Jermaine didn’t wait to see the rest. Karen was quick to make her way towards him and he promptly rushed her back stage, the voices of the security team blaring in his right ear as crowd control protocols where initiated and the saferoom was prepared. 

[color=Gold]”Don’t you worry ma, cheapo Harry Styles ain’t finna cop himself a feel tonight.”[/color] he intoned as he led her down a well-light corridor deep in the bowels of the arena. 

Only a few steps later did they finally arrive at their destination, a comfortable room with a contingent of security already waiting. 

[color=Gold]”Y’all earn y’all pay tonight.”[/color] he warned. [color=Gold]”One hair on her head harmed and best believe you’ll see how quick these white Giuseppe‘s turn brown.”[/color] he said firmly, there was no edge in his voice but the intensity was palpable. He eyed each and every man in the room, before finally landing on Karen. [color=Gold]”Imma go take care of Harry, don’t do nothing stupid crazy while I’m gone, ya heard?”[/color]

With that he was off. Padding back up the way he came. [color=Gold]”What’s the situation upside?”[/color] he called to security via radio.

[code]”We got multiple vigilantes engaging the meta, they seem to have it under control. We are providing back up and dealing with the crowd, sir.”[/code]

Jermaine stifled a grin. Heros were quick to do his job for him. What in god’s name was he rushing for. Slowing to a crawl he made a right instead of a left towards the green room. What kind of man would he be to fight a meta on an empty stomach? A stupid man that’s what. 

With little in the way of consideration for time, Jermaine grabbed a paper plate and took from the buffet what he would. Donuts, chips, a soda, two club sandwiches and the last peace of cheesecake. [color=Gold]”Oh Jermaine, you dirty bastard!”[/color] he giggled quietly as he took a deliberate bite out of the cake and hauled his prizes along with a folding chair back to the stage.

An explosion of energy rocked the arena as the meta screamed in agnony and threw a red-headed girl near just arriving Jermaine’s feet. [color=Gold]”Damn ma you go-“[/color] he started but could barely finish as she was back up and at it again, counterattacking the now fire-spewing meta. 

[color=Gold]”Harry really fucking shit up.”[/color] he breathed as he set up his folding chair side-stage, ashed his blunt on his gold watch, and ripped a chunk of his club sandwich with pearly white and shiny diamond teeth. 

An arc of lightning caught his eye and he quickly spotted the flying form of one of his own setting another hero girl and throwing bolts within the same moment. [color=Gold]”Oh shit is that nephew?! EY NEPHEW! I AINT KNOW YOU WAS A HARRY STYLES FAN!”[/color] he jabbed, voice booming across the stage. He made himself laugh, nearly choking on a piece of bread before quickly regaining his composure.

 The kids could handle this shit.