WHO: Andrea Rojas, as the Angel of Vengeance and OPEN WHAT: Getting back on the saddle WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Streets of Lawrence RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress
"What the fuck is this?"
"Christmas." She said as she secured the rope, tightly against the pipe. The pipe, sadly, was secure enough. She'd made sure of it. While it probably would have done the world some good for the pipe to break and for the basura to fall on his head and snap his neck ... But that wasn't her call. She wasn't here to get blood on her hands. She was out, again, after getting shot at her first time in this city, because she'd made a decision. Andrea had come to the conclusion that just because this wasn't her city, this wasn't her dimension, didn't mean that she couldn't keep doing what she'd done practically since her mom died. Just like she'd come to the decision to help out with this war against the end of the world deal, even though it was far from her issue. Very far. A decision decided by the key fact that she could never do nothing. She could never let things be, while the world was driving itself into shit ... or this case someone was trying to drive it to some form of literal hell. That wasn't how she was raised, and while she knew that her mother might have some problem with some of her methods, same said mother would have been ashamed she'd sat and done nothing. Crime grew too and humnas could be just as bad, without being posessed. Besides, she had been growing ... antsy. Which probably wasn't a good thing.
So after, over a month, she donned costume and went out to do what she did best. Only after considering this thing this way and back. Mapping out what she recalled of what she'd seen of the city thus far and knowing that she had to change things. Like for one. She couldn't just leave people knocked out in dark alleys. Crimnals. Yes. Deserving of being posessed? Not her decision. And besides probably not the best idea to have a murderer or a robber posessed. The demons could find their own delincuentes de la sociedad. The ones she found would be for Lawrence Police Department. In, out, the side, around, before any of them even saw her. Anonymous tip, then voila. What they wanted.
She really needed to find herself a police radio though. Without a job at the local newspaper and the lacking of superhearing, finding what they wanted would be more difficult. But, admittedly, it would give her something to do. It's not like she slept much.
"Oh, stop struggling, hijo de puta." She rarely cursed, especially this vulgarly, but the moron had woken up while she was transporting him and bit her. Bad. Now she'd have to check for rabies "It's metal. I can bend it to tie it around you, and you can't unbend it. First of all, your arms are in, the make-shift wrappy thing. Second of all. Me with the superstrength. Not, you."
"Bitch!" Said the continuing struggling criminal. "I'll get you for this."
"And my meddling dog too. Yeah, yeah, I know." Any further comment was cut off by footsteps approaching from inside the building. That was her cue to scatter.