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[u][b]United States, Earth
Jan 1st, 2020 - United States of America[/b][/u][hr]

The refrigerator door made a slight thud as it closed with a bit of force, accompanied closely by the sound of somebody humming along happily to herself as she made her way away from the appliance. Of course, said sound was caused by a rather happy young woman by the name of Kara Davis, as she made her way towards her living room for the small container of cookie dough ice cream clutched in her hands. Plopping down on her couch, the woman turned on the news as he took a large scoop out of the container and popped it in her mouth. The girl watched quietly as the news covered the very incident that she had taken part in earlier that day. Curious about how the media was taking her actions, though she supposed it didn't particularly matter how they felt given that she didn't really have any intention of stopping. After all, things had been going rather badly over the recent months as far as crime and the whole situation with metahumans like herself. The world needed a hero right now, and that is what Sol would be to them. 

Of course, the news she was watched covered other various events beyond her own. With a worried look, Sol witnessed the events unfolding in Kansas City. Only a mere hour ago, the scene had been rather busy. A protest against the media's treatment of metahumans had occupied the park outside of the city's capitol building, the girl hadn't even known there were that many metahumans or people who supported them living in the area. Thankfully, at least in Kara's mind, the tensions in Kansas City have seemed to avoid bubbling over as the protest seemed to be going on rather peacefully. The girl could most certainly understand why the people were angry however, with the sentiment towards metahumans being rather negative on average. Certainly, since the last few months had been filled with stories regarding the rumors of metahumans being real, and often times painting them as criminals. With elements such as that strange blur and the criminal group associated it acting out though, she couldn't exactly make strong arguments against alot of the sentiment.

Flipping away from the protest, the channel went about displaying other headline stories that occurred during the day. A story involving some shootout at a compound somewhere relatively nearby quickly played across the screen. Though almost as quick as it came on, that story was pushed off the air as if trying to be covered up. Instead, the pink-haired girl watched another event of heroics happening on this day. Except for this time, it wasn't the incident she had been involved with. She watched with a mild interest for a few moments until the camera got a good view at the man performing the heroics. Instantly, Kara's eyes shot open wide as she stared at the man on screen. [color=#FFB6C1]"WHAT THE FUCK!?"[/color] The girl suddenly yelled out at the very recognizable figure on the screen. Then in a blur of motion, the girl was suddenly gone from the house, with her costume on, and tearing high into the sky to see if her enhanced senses couldn't find the boy she had seen on screen. She had some... questions for him. 

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Meanwhile, across town in a run-down motorcycle bar, two men stood about three feet away from each other. Both fit the part of your standard 'thug', wearing sleeveless leather jackets, with tattoos running all over their arms and built beyond belief. The kind of men that if you saw on the street you might clutch your belongings a bit tighter and cross the street to get away from. The two were locked hard in conversation, seeming a bit animated about something or another. Though eventually, the one closer to the door of the building seemed to calm himself down and become visibly less animated. [color=orange][b]"That damned broad wearing the costume ruined the job earlier, and one of your boys is likely going to talk. The fuck ya gon' do about the heat we are about to have on us?"[/b][/color] He hissed at the other man, who seemed to be subservient to him. The other tried to come up with excuses while the one who had just spoken glared down at him. For but a moment, things seemed like they might be calm, but then the one who had spoken previously suddenly moved forwards and swung a fist towards the other. Moments before the fist would hit, a sort of shockwave in the dust floating through the air could be seen traveling from the fist. The moment it hit the one would have been punched, it was as if he were hit by a truck directly on the side of his head where the punch would've landed. 

The scene was one that would be rather messy as one could come to expect from such an impact. Turning towards the exit, the living man turned over his shoulder and shouted at the empty. [color=orange]"Clean this shit up! Ringo, that number that called with an offer last night. Send it to my cell, we might need to make a new friend to recover from this damned mess."[/color] He growled, as a scrawny man appeared from behind the bar and nodded eagerly. Then he moved to comply with his boss' orders as the man left the bar, heading out to try to clean up the mess created by that damned hero girl.