[h1][center][color=e52b50][b]BLAZE[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[right][color=C0C0C0][b]Mission:[/b] Teacher's pet
[b]Location:[/b] Lighthouse Island[/color][/right][hr][hr]
Blaze was perched on top of the cruiser’s rail, legs dangling freely, fingers loosely wrapped around the tops. The seat wasn’t comfortable, but that didn’t bother her. The extra exposure to the sea breeze was worth it. All that was missing was some good (or free) drinks and snacks, and it’d feel like a damn proper vacation, though the ride was a fairly short one. She couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to just jump in, but unfortunately being on mission didn’t allow for such fuckery, despite how appealing a dip would be.

She’d nearly lost one of her flip-flops, which was about the most exciting thing to happen so far. It would have sucked to have it gone, since it, and the rest of her attire this time, was actually half decent. Short shorts, and a crop top, all in black, and only somewhat worn with age. Yeah, she’d forgone the hobo look for this one. First, because it’d lose her cool points with those rich city kids for sure. Second, because she didn’t anticipate destroying her outfit. Blaze still had that hair-underwear thing going on though, because it’d be [i]bad[/i] to flash a bunch of minors. Actually, she’d been considering recently to start going out in [i]just[/i] that. It was seriously a hassle to scavenge in trash for rags or searching second-hand shops for a good deal all the time.

That train of though disappeared entirely when they finally docked Lighthouse Island. She jumped on the deck with a grin, and practically jogged down the ramp to meet the principal. [color=e52b50]“Hey-o, it’s Blaze. So, where d’you got the little bastards?”[/color] 

After the introduction, she looked her fill of the buildings. She’d never been here before, so it really ended up making her feel like a tourist. It was a neat place, and given it was HERO affiliated, it was bound to be decked out in that showy, over-the top way. She wondered if those little thieves even knew how good they had it to be housed here after their stupidly flashy crime. They didn’t even know to do it rightly. No finesse, all careless self-importance. Yeah, they were kids all right. Likely spoiled ones at that. Didn’t mean they couldn’t be fun, though, and Blaze was looking forward to meeting (and messing with) them.