8794/Life Among the Ruins

Life Among the Ruins
Date of Scene:	23 November 2021
Location:	Ruins -- Roosevelt Island
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Harry Jordan, Naria Shepard

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Harry Jordan has posed:
A furtive and somewhat shabby man huddles in the ruins at Roosevelt Island. On the ground before him, well a concrete slab anyway, he extracts several cell phones from a worn knapsack. In a very dated pose he rubs his hands. "Nice haul for a couple hours... oh what a trip..." He grins as one of the phones rings, almost piteously.

He raises it to an unshaven face. "Ye-hello? ... no bitch. I won't give it back to you. You shoulda got insur-a-a-a-a-a!" The 'ah' is actually only dragged out for a second. It just seems longer as a bright two dimensional human seems to leap from the phone.

The caped figure loses no time in grabbing the phone, that was dropped like it was hot. He also leaves himself open for a right hook that crashes into the side of his head. The fist clunks on his helmet. Air Wave responds instinctively. With the knee that is closest.

The thief goes down.

Air Wave goes down.

First one to get up wins!

Naria Shepard has posed:
A patrol was pretty good, the usual best way to enjoy the 'Hero' thing. A snapped selfie here, a joyful rush through the streets and over the tops of buildings... but now? Well, she heard the scuffle.

Rushing her way through there was a streak of neon before she skids to a stop between the fallen pair, a frown on her face.

"What the heck?"

Harry Jordan has posed:
Harry Jordan gives a wave to Rave. The thief decides to make a run for it but, you try running after getting kneed in the goods. Air Wave gets up and as a parting shot plants his foot in the man's rear. Then he sits down hard. He focusses his eyes on the pile of cell phones. Victory!

"Hi, Rave. Fancy meeting you here. I was just dealing some street justice to a phone thief." He shakes his head to clear it. Immediately regrets it.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"And you uh...look like you might have stumbled a little," the bluenette comments, shifting on her feet to rest one hand on her hip lightly, a look of amusement on her face.

"Hey!" she calls out at the retreating thief, giving a little whistle. "You know I could catch you if you were in a supercar, you're only hurting yourself trying to run away!"

Harry Jordan has posed:
Harry Jordan takes his helmet off. "I didn't read him his rights. I think I blew it. Hey, crook guy! I know YOUR phone number now! Better behave... I'll be watching you! I... I think he's gone." Air Wave begins stacking the phones up. "I guess I turn these over to the cops? I mean they're mostly locked. I don't want to just hack them. Okay I know this girl. She asked me to help... that was really cool." He slips a 'Hello Kitty decorated phone into his belt. The other three go into a different pocket." He replaces the helmet.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"I tend to just make a call, or tag the local station on social media...or just drop them off at the station themselves. Speed tends to help with that."

A shrug, she looks over the phones before laughing softly.

"But I mean, you did fine...in an akward, stumbly sorta way."

Harry Jordan has posed:
Harry Jordan snaps, "First mission!" I suppose you did better on yours?" He gets up (oohs a second) and walks over to her. "Rookie shame much? What would the Canary say? Yeah you guys are on media. I noticed you... in passing." He smirks a little.

"Fighting isn't my thing anyway. Speed is. I enjoy surfing the EM Rave... err Wave."

Naria Shepard has posed:
She shrugs her shoulders at that, a little smirk on her lips. "I mean, my first 'mission' wasn't a 'mission', it was a purse snatcher. That was easy enough. First time I met a metahuman villain? I broke my arm trying to punch him."

His words about her feed earn a smirk, but that slip has her laughing, a dismissive wave offered.