Shopping Supplies (Proptop)

The chill of winter brushed just under the hem of Bliss’ skirt. Even though she changed her typical black and white sailor outfit for a more festive red skirt with green leotard did not mean the weather would accept her fashion sense with the same warmth her legs would like to receive. Luckily, Bliss did not plan on keeping to the cold night for too much longer.

Bliss pushed the heel of her knee high boots together, causing the fold of her red, pleated skirt to crease slightly at the movement. Her typical white leotard was replaced with a more festive hunter green fashion for the month, with the rest of her trimming and ribbons of the sailor outfit cast in red. She pulled herself up along the side of the roof, creeping over a skylight peaking down to the courtyard of the mall.

An unknown group stormed the food court around early evening, and since then have only further entrenched themselves. While the early reports moved across the board from terrorists with ideologies to criminals trying to commit mass robbery turned wrong, no television cameras managed to capture a good look at the perpetrators. An estimated forty people remained inside of the foodcourt, but no numbers for the numbers for those responsible remained unknown.

Bliss planned on undoing that. She slid down a gas pipe, landing her heels down on the linoleum floor of the hallway. To her left the hallway extended down a curving path. To her right, the same. A few feint voices echoed through the hall walls. Nothing boisterous or booming, nor intimidating or menacing; just a few feint high voices. Left looked good.

Once Bliss made her decision, she followed it until a door emerged. The handle would not budge. Made sense the means of entrance would be locked, but it did not make Bliss any happier about her investigation. A minor force of telekinetic blast made it a minor inconvenience after all.

The door creaked open with a loud squeak, far more telling than Bliss would like to be comfortable with, but she knew she could handle a door. The unknown assailants, she would figure that out with a little recon.

Bliss hopped into the back area of a small restaurant overlooking the foodcourt. Bliss moved forward to the glass, giving her a spying vantage across the open area. “About thirty people. Way to be over sensationalized, reporters.”

It was after her counting Bliss spotted the first brightly dressed girl stride across the room. Her outfit consisted of a bright yellow skirt with a yellow vest and white blouse. Her demeanor remained upbeat, but nothing about the situation said she was a hostage. In fact it looked more like she would be responsible for the hostages. Another girl in lime green patrolled from the far side of the room. Then, a girl in pink marched near the fire exits.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle these girls.” Bliss pushed her hands off from the counter, beginning to move back. “First I just need to get into a better-”

An arm wrapped around Bliss’ neck while a hand pinioned her arm behind Bliss’ back. With her throat closed off, Bliss tried to get an insult pushed through her lungs, but only managed to collapse back. A girl in a bright red outfit with blond hair towered behind Bliss. “Maybe you should start with trying to take one of us down.”

Marcus was wandering along the streets of his home city when the radio on his chest crackled to life about a hostage situation in progress; the details were sketchy, but that usually just meant that things were not as bad as they seemed.

He quickly paces towards the location in his police uniform, slightly singed on one side with his face also burned, his form currently just his spirit form, looking almost normal as people just assumed him to be a normal officer.

As he arrived at the location he noticed a strangely dressed woman sneaking to the roof, luckily for Marcus he didn't make any sound in this form so he followed her undetected, watching as she slid down a pipe, he steps off the roof to land near her, watching as she made her way through a restaurant.

It was when she was at the end of the room he saw her get attacked by the strange red lady, who even seemed to taunt the lady she was attacking, seeing this Marcus reached for his taser, firing a bolt of stunning electricity into the large lady "You know, most Christmas parties you send invitations to the people you want coming rather than force them to attend." he comments