Lost in Atlanta(Open)

"Where the Hell am I now?" Getting lost in a city as big as Atlanta is quite common, but Asclepius makes it an art. After walking in a straight line for twenty minutes and walking the same distance back, this strange man managed to end up in a completely different part of the city! He'd ask for directions, but there are two problems with that. One - despite wearing a surgical mask, and roman sandals and a toga over a red spandex "superheroing uniform", he is trying to avoid attracting too much attention. Two - even if he wasn't trying to stay out of the limelight, he certainly didn't want to ask where he lived! There are so many problems with that!

Brushing a few strands of his ridiculously long blond hair out of his face, Asclepius sighs. "Great. Just great. Lost in my own hometown. What am I, an idiot? This is so stressful - and of course, the way I relieve stress is by going on a walk. Yeah, that's gonna work."

Schneider, dressed in his usual hand tailored black suit with a red dress shirt underneath, was making his way down an Atlanta street. He was looking for a coffee shop to unwind after restraining himself from killing the Atlanta branches CEO after he had lost several million on a failed experiment after he had ordered that the test not be carried out. Certainly the man knew he had no choice but to leave the company, but that wasn't going to replace his money that he lost in resulting law suits. So he decided that the man was going to receive a special visitor, someone who would insure Schneider's loses would be handled aptly. Taking a right he felt that odd sensation that occurs when your being stared at, well he was wearing several platinum rings with diamonds encrusted, as well as a gold pocket watch chain hanging from his pocket. He started turning more often but he still felt eyes on him, he was starting to wonder if he was being overly self-conscious, but he decided to duck into the alleyway ahead to see if his hunch was right.

Mack went to Atlanta for a reason. He just couldn't remember it. He went around beating people up, but that didn't make him remember. His henchmen spotted this rich looking asshole walking down the alley. Mack hated rich people. They thought they were better than you just because they owned money. Mack enjoyed killing rich people the most. It showed them that money couldn't save you from death. He prowled in the darkness waiting for a chance to strike. Finally, Mack gave the order. "Get this fool, boys!". His henchmen instantly surrounded the rich guy.

((I'm using my Mack the Knife character))

Hmm... that guy looks important. What's he doing alone, heading into a seedy alleyway? Asclepius ponders the rich-looking stranger, while also pondering whether he should ask for directions. In the end, he decided that he should remain 'hidden'.I better remain concealed in the shadows, thought the bright red ancient Greek doctor in the middle of Atlanta. I need to see what he's up to...

If the rich man looks suspicious, the prison orange-clad henchmen were even more suspicious. Those black hoods give it away. Maybe I better do something, Asclepius thinks. Then again, those could be his thugs. I better just...

"Get this fool, boys!"

Nope. Definitely not his thugs.

Torn between watching and waiting or jumping in, Asclepius consults himself. On the one hand, I have no fighting skills to protect that guy, and the fact that he's alone here may mean he's not as defenseless as he appears. On the other hand, he could just be some helpless rich guy, and I can always just be a superhuman-shield. You know what? I'm going for it.

Asclepius finally reveals himself in a dramatic pose. "I am the great Asclepius," he shouts. "The power of the gods flows through me. You should be honored to meet me! I have a question of the utmost importance..." He then quiets down and talks normally. "Uh... what part of the city am I in? I seem to have gotten lost. Nice hoods, by the way. Nice to see people as fashion-conscious as myself."