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[h1][color=c93648]Red Riding Hood[/color][/h1]

[color=c93648]Mood - Serious
Status - Healthy
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When Red identified the crying towards the top floor, she wasted no time in turning towards that direction and running there. What met her was a small handful of a few people formerly in Lex's office, having seemingly cornered and beaten down a few thugs - interrogating them for answers. To put it simply, Red was concerned - confused, and a little freaked out. When she was looking for injured civilians, thugs were not what she was expecting at all. But if Superman is now evil after his implied turn and running rampant, nobody is really punishing them or hunting them down, right? [color=c93648]"...Not what I had in mind. At all."[/color] She blurted aloud to nobody in particular, shaking her head and briefly burying herself in her hood to try and briefly hide the sight altogether. If she was right, it seems the group was on board with trying to squeeze answers out of these thugs, using pain and potentially death as a punishment of sorts if they don't comply... Not something Red smiled upon. With her expectations dashed and with a grim mood replacing the one which had just perished upon her arrival, she dug her scissors into the ground and returned her hood to its original position.

[color=c93648]"I have no idea how much I missed, but either they know as little as we do or they're just too stubborn to bother confessing anything at all. If they please, they can just lie down and die that way, weak and worthless."[/color] She said in an audibly downed, bleak tone - yet one filled to the brim with seriousness as the glanced to the third thug in question, who was currently beneath a boot from Ciri, fearing for his dear life after being scared off by Maisha - both of whom Red does not quite know (but again, she thinks she recognises the former)! Stepping a little closer, she raised her scissors over her shoulder and looked down to the remaining thug, with a wide, malicious smile - though she dared not to act just yet as she instead observed his position - his condition. Terrified, weak, and injured - riddled with fear and his mask hiding his feelings by concealing his face. [color=c93648]"As much as your fear has my attention, I get the feeling you're too stubborn to give up. How it's gonna end is you either leave without your pride, or without your life - or maybe you'll just lose both depending on how cooperative you are! ...Not like you have much of a choice in the situation you're in, huh?"[/color]

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