Owner	Pose
Roy Harper	Since Oliver Queen and Queen Consolidated purchased the Phoenix Towers project in New York City, Roy Harper has been spending more and more time in the area. His ties as a SHIELD recruit already guaranteed that he would be fairly occupied in the area, and certainly it is a hub for drug trafficking which makes it of particular interest to the young redheaded archer. Combine all of those things together and well, it's fair to say that Hell's Kitchen has more then a small amount of appeal to the Star City hero these days. It has been a productive evening in that respect and even now Arsenal stands over a trio of trussed up drug dealers. Not major players by any stretch of the imagination, they're still part of the problem and Roy's customary humor and grin are nowhere to be seen as he stalks around the downed trio. "Now... just what am I going to do with you lot..." he says, his tone suggesting that whatever he has in mind, it's probably not going to be good for them.
Satana	Sometimes a girl just gets a little bit hungry. A little bit... peckish, and in the mood for something not so sweet to eat. That's exactly the position that Satana Hellstrom happens to be in at the moment. It's what has brought her to Hell's Kitchen this night. While there is certainly more interesting and more filling faire available elsewhere, sometimes one just wants something simple. Fast Food as it were. And the Devil's Daughter has no doubt that she will be able to find some suitably damned soul, fit and deserving of consumption. Of course, she didn't really expect to find not one, but three already trussed up for her. The evening is already looking up. Nor is it difficult to detect the simmering rage that practically radiates from the young man who has apparently brought them low.
Roy Harper	The three men are not exactly at their conversational best. At the best of times Roy can be a little hard on criminals. At least none of them have holes punched through them with his arrows. But all three are marked by bruises. All three are groaning and just barely conscious to all appearances. None of them are willing or able to offer anything close to a coherent response to the archer's rather simple question, though one peers up at him with blurry eyes, trying to make out the details of their attacker in the darkened alley. "Look man, we've got cash. It's yours. You don't got to do this," he groans. A short, sharp snort escapes Roy and he stops in front of them, his bow tucked over his shoulder along with that quiver, though he does reach for a cylinder at his belt, grasping it and giving it a quick snap as both ends telescope out into a five and a half fott long staff. "You think I'm interested in your money?" he asks sharply, starting to raise that staff up as if intending to hit the cowering man. Which is when he spots the redheaded woman walking towards them. He refrains from lashing out, from striking the man and instead lifts his voice. "You don't want to be in this alley right now."
Satana	Ahhh, the mix of simmering rage and fear. Of anger, of suppressed needs and primal human emotions. It is a delicious cocktail to be sure. Something to wet the appetite. But it is not a meal, and it is a meal that she's come to enjoy on this evening. Something satisfying. Something filling. The warning from the redheaded young man only draws a soft, musical laugh from her and Satana sways closer, seeming undeterred either by the words or the sight of him looming over the trio of men on the ground. Instead of concerned, she looks interested, like there is no place she'd rather be. Otherwise the redhead looks like she would more fittingly be at a club given her outfit. But it certainly doesn't belong on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, that much is for certain. Oh, I think I'm exactly where I want to be, Roy Harper," she says with a lazy smile flashed his way, each second bringing her closer to both him -- and her prospective meal.
Roy Harper	This most definitely does not feel right. On the surface of things, the redheaded woman walking towards him doesn't seem threatening. Roy could think of a lot of words to describe her, but threatening wouldn't be high on the list. It certainly doesn't appear as if she is carrying any sort of concealed weapon. It doesn't look like there is anywhere she could possibly be concealing a weapon in that particular getup even. And yet there is something predatory about her. More worrisome is the fact that she addresses him by name. Not as Arsenal, no, though he isn't exactly well known even by that name. But she refers to him by his actual name. And he is pretty damn sure that he has never met her before. She's not exactly the sort of woman that one forgets. Despite the fact that he is the one holding the staff, that he has just easily punked out a trio of fairly rough and tumble looking men, the archer is the one who takes a half-step back from his captives, turning to face the approaching Satana instead. "I'm not sure what you're doing here, but this isn't a safe neighborhood. For your own safety you really should be moving on," Roy says firmly. Because she really looks like she's worried about being in some dark alley with him and three barely conscious, tied-up men.
Satana	No, Satana Hellstrom might not look as if she belongs here, but there is nowhere else she would rather be right now. And that seems to decide things, at least in her head. The additonal warning does nothing more but seem to make her smile. A smile that is visible even in the darkness of the alley, the stark, gleaming white of her teeth standing out against the blackness of the shadows around her. And she just keeps right on swaying closer, even when the redheaded archer takes a defensive half-step back. If she's worried about him, about the staff in his hands or the men on the ground, she certainly gives no sign of it. Then she is right in front of him, reaching out to gently pat one of his cheeks while flashing him a slow, sultry smile once more. "Oh Roy. I'm not here to hurt you," she says softly. "I'm here to help you," she adds. Then she snaps her fingers and a burning ring of fire bursts into existence around the trio of men, seeming to have sprung from nowhere at all. "Now," Satana purrs at the young hero. "Lets get down to some serious punishment."