“The numbers are in from the last clash between local super hero group Titan Pride and terrorist organisation ICS. With casualties at a record low of 23 and only two mortally injured. Reports suggest that the attack was instigated by...”
As the reporter continues to droll on about the miserable job my co-workers did I find my appetite quickly diminish. The very idea that I am going to have to spend the next year here in the city of Brighton spending valuable time retraining a bunch of idiots who think that 23 casualties in our line of work is an acceptable number already has me walking away from my table bowl over to the bin, dropping my cereal, bowl and all into the high tech disintegration machine.
On the bright the powers that be have decided to grant me a rather nice sweet in one of the new costal apartment blocks, lots of glass and steal, more space than I’m used too and a few items of furniture that I am currently debating as to weather or not I will make sweet love on with the super heroine who lives next door when I inevitably seduce her with my good looks and devilish charm. Maybe living here wont be so bad?
“All of a sudden I feel hungry again.” Oh well I’m sure I can indulge later any way, but right now it looks like I’ve got some supers to berate.
As I reach the front door I realise I nearly forgot rule number one of confronting any group of impressionable young supers for the first time; always look Bad Ass. Unfortunately, I can’t quite walk out my front door super suit and all which leaves me with the next best thing, my red on black motorbike suit. Yeah with this it looks like I can kick a sufficient amount ass, not to mention its form fitting design is a great chick magnet regardless that I am now living in the gay capitol of England. Actually now that I think about it I might have to be careful of that kind of attention, its already bad enough finding fanfiction of your self where you get raped by your arch nemesis. Just Eww.
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Opening my door, I find my self face to face with the drop dead gorgeous heroine from next door, holding a letter level with where the letter plate would be on my door. Daaayum, well its settled I wanna see her spread over my couch, although eating her on the dinner table still holds some excellent appeal in exactly how appropriate it would be in the context of the furniture’s function.
“Oh hello, us from 451 just wanted to welcome you to floor” She said while pushing the letter into my hands.
“dat so?” I utter intelligently as I flip the card onto its back, intent on removing its papery inside from its still papery skin. Dam envelopes and their dreadfully finicky seals. Fuck it, I just tear the top off to reveal a tastefully hand drawn welcome card containing a cheerful greeting and the URL to a web page no doubt about organised community events and there is nothing I don’t love about community.
“You know most people would just buy some cheap card from the corner shop but this actually shows some genuine effort”
“yah, well we like to make go the extra mile round here, sides its pretty exiting to have the mystery owner of number 452 finally appear after two years of owning the pace”
“Ahh well its actually company property, so I’m only really here for business but considering they basically gave me the place I might be around for a while. Any way I am Victor, its been a pleasure but I must run.”
Yeah boiii, perfect cover story plus I now have an identity as an approachable rich business man which should be sickeningly bourgeoisie enough to trick any would be sleuths.
“Sorry, I can’t believe I didn’t say earlier but I am Sarah. Anyway Id take a look at the community events link on the card if I were you as we are Hosting a diner party come Saturday”
“I will take a look later but I’ve got to go meet some wage slaves in the companies’ local branch who need a slap from how badly they have been performing lately, see you round”
Grabbing my rucksack, I wink to the lovely lady as I step out door and promptly stride over to the elevator.
“yeah you too!” I hear shouted from behind me as I round the corner.
------------------------------------------Sarah POV--------------------------------------------
Did he just wink at me? Oh shit, did I come across that way, I don’t even like men. Laura is going to shit herself laughing when she finds out. Fuck this is going to make a nice diner so much more awkward.