Lights, Camera... ( Open )

Skyscraper had made it to the city known as Los Angeles. He had heard about a recent uprising of super powered beings were showing up there and he went there to check out there abilities and to see if they were strong or not. However, this was one city he did not indeed look forward to visiting. The home of Hollywood. The human's praised the members of Hollywood as if they were their rulers. They treated actors, actresses, and musicians as if they were gods. He did enjoy a good movie from time to time, but it's just another regular job. They were no better then a cashier at a restaurant, or a lawyer, or a janitor. It's just another job however, they are treated like heroes, like legends.

"Damn, I have no way of even finding one of these meta humans. It appears I'm going to have to draw some out." He would jump into the sky, and transform into a lightning bolt. He soared through the sky, staring down at the city and saw a spot filled with buildings and it appeared to have quite a bit of people. He would then begin to descend quickly. As he lowered closer to the ground, he would transform back and land on the ground. The people began to stare at his unusual supernatural entrance as he looked around. "Hey! Are you allowed here!?" He heard shouted at him, as he turned into the direction of the person who shouted it and it appeared they were some type of security guard. "Here is our super powered bait right here." The security guard would repeat his question and Skyscraper would jump into the air and launch a kick straight across his face sending him to the ground. "I am Skyscraper, I need no human's permission for anything fool." He mumbled as he looked around, searching for some type of fun.

Skyscraper smirked as he saw the armed security guards with their weapons drawn pointing at him. He put his hands up into the air and looked straight at the head of security. "I like that, human's finally depending on themselves for defense from threats. He looked at the head of security and he nodded. "It's a reason I'm here sir. You can call your police or whatever but I'm looking for something. When I find it, I shall leave."

He heard another voice, it sounded female and she seemed to be trying to insult him. "Autograph? I'm sorry but I don't praise your kind like the rest of these humans do. Your no better then anyone. Simply a peer. Actually, since your just a simple human. Your inferior. Anyway, I'm searching for super powered people, and I heard this city had some so I'm going on a search. Do you have any idea where they are?" He asked, as he heard her mention Lindsay Lohan, he laughed at it but shook his head. "I'm no Lindsay Lohan, I'm more dangerous and less stupid." He said as he crossed his arms and awaited some type of reply to his question from earlier.

"C'mooon.. you can't be serious right now!" groaned an annoyed rumbling timbre. The voice was literally growling through clenched teeth and jaw. "Now now Feather! That's no way to talk to a lady," chirped a clipped British accent through a slender blue tooth piece. It was hooked over the right ear that belonged to the annoyed voice. "No, seriously. I am not going to audition for a movie just to scout out this... 'Bethany' girl. I can't. I have no time to waste on THIS!" the voice said, flailing a set of slender, strong hands over the unattended steering wheel of a beautiful black Lamborghini. The steering wheel wrenched back into place, it being remotely controlled from an unknown location. "Nathaniel.. you would've been eager to go if this were a month ago. Why the sudden change of heart to woo a lady?" asked the clipped British.

"Now now, why would you think I have had a change of heart?" he sneered at the rear view mirror, a holographic image of the British accented woman popping up to roll her eyes at him. "It's Hebony, isn't it? I know you have some kind of infatuation for the girl, but there's no need to stay hung up on her. She's likely moved on, and you're in the dust, Feather. Now, head in the game! We've no time to waste; plus, you're here." she said, the holographic image disappearing while Nathaniel's hands gripped the steering wheel. He attempted to slap the car into reverse after tapping his foot on the brake; but he was being overridden by his female agent. Shaking his head, he smoothed a hand up and through his mop of ebony hair. Just as his Lamborghini pulled up, he saw a streak of lightning curl through the sky and land in between a mass of people. Security guards flooded the area.

"Feather! Change of plans!" clipped the voice. Nate was too busy lighting a fresh Clove sigaret, his lungs expanding greedily while he inhaled. "Embrace for lift off," she chirped, a small giggle passing her lips before the Lambo's roof folded back and Nathaniel was sent soaring out of his car. He wasn't too close to the scene, so his ejection would go unnoticed. Just before he was sent into the air, he sighed, "Always a great warning, babe." His right hand was glued to his Clove, enjoying the treat while a pair of black and white wings spread out behind of him. His specially tailored suit had two simple slits in the back of his undershirt, over shirt, vest, and coat allowing him to stay poshly dressed and make an extravagant entrance.

The blue tooth that had been on his ear was no longer present, and searching with his left hand in his pocket, he found his mask and slid it into place. With wings pumping, he took another drag and exhaled slowly, his form moving to cast a heavy winged shadow over the group. His hearing picked up the smallest end of the conversation; Lindsey Lohan was the main topic. "Pity she died in that car crash a few months back. She was good on the Disney Channel." he called, his voice deep, and spine shiver inducing. The black sigaret was held loosely in his lips. His hands were in his pockets, and his wings lazily flapped to keep him out of the range of the main center of attention; Skyscraper.


. o O (Hope ya don't mind me butting in. It said open, so I joined in.. hehe. (: )

Skyscraper looked at the security guards as he began to laugh some more. "New York. No, I just came from New York and was given this information." He looked into the air and saw someone with wings and a mask and nodded. "Hey, there goes one. I knew this place had something."

"I tell you what, I shall leave this lot. If you tell the winged person over there that I have to have a talk with them." He put his hands up into the air to appear as if he was unarmed and innocent from the armed men and women in the lot.

"This is honestly the first time I ever seen a security guard with a gun. Usually you guys are carrying around stun guns and batons. I can't believe this. Security Guards at banks, or hospitals, the people who really have something important to protect get the weak equipment. But you guys, only protecting actors and actresses get the heavy weaponry. It's a damn shame what you humans put as your priorities."

He heard the female making a phone call and he laughed. "So, nice weather we are having ehh?" He said in a sarcastic tone as he awaited a reply to his request.

Hunching shoulders were suddenly relaxing a bit, his tall, slender form taking a few more steps forward. The large wings, with an impressive span of twenty-two feet, gently folded after a huffed ruffle of their feathers. The black and white beauties caught the sunlight and illuminated Nathaniel's form. He could feel the warmth from the sun beating down on his mask*, it creating a trapped barrier of heat around his cheeks. The mouth gate was open on his mask, allowing him the ability to continue enjoying his sigaret. The spicy sweet smoke was enveloping every corner of his lungs, filling him to the brim with much needed nicotine.

His eyes closed happily while a stiff wind curled through the closed movie set. It sent a few loose feathers flying, and billowed Nathaniel's coat. Finishing his treat, he closed the mouth gate on his mask, the little doors sliding into place along the pointed fangs. His eyes were exposed at all times, a set of eyes that were most unforgettable. Bright cerulean blue with shimmering specks of silver. His smoldering gaze swept over the lot, his eyes falling upon his main reason for being shipped here; Bethany. Wind had picked up that she was a metahuman of some kind; be it naturally or experimentally. The second reason for their rush to the location was the boy in a long trench coat. Young man, more likely. Thinking to himself, Nate allowed a smirk to curl over his lips. "I wonder what they think of me.." He then muttered a bit, activated his 'Emotion Touch' ability.

With his eyes focused on Bethany, he got a very clear reading off of her, and it made his stomach churn uneasily. She thought he was weird, and that made him pout behind of his mask. His almost always depressed expression then turned coy while he turned to look at the boy. It was simple, and it brought a bit of a confident feeling over Nathaniel. The boy wanted to tussle with Nate. It made his claws beg to be released. After assessing everything around of him, and wasting a total of five seconds finishing his cigarette and getting a feel for these two main points of interest, he let his wings spread and then they vanished, a black and white rose being left on the ground behind of him. The seamless slits in his suit hidden to make his attire look unharmed by the wings that were once there.

"You know.. I can hear you, buddy. And, I'm all right with a little talk if you want, kiddo." he said, smirking. "Though, if you take it one step passed a conversation of words to one of fists, I promise it won't be pretty." he had slid his hands into his pockets and was relaxed and calm. He had walked forward and stopped just at the security guard line, his form slumped and hunched. Completely smooth and nonchalant during this whole situation. A security guard to his left stepped a bit aside, giving Nathaniel more room to step forward. That same guard then let out a little gasp and spoke to his colleague. "This guy works for GUN.. the Guardians of the United Nations.. pretty cool," he said, a bit louder than intended. It forced a smirk onto Nate's face.


. o O (Good! And, there's a link to Nate's mask, and his gun that he'll likely use during this thread. Note the asterisk next to the hyperlink for 'mask'! )

Skyscraper heard the man and he nodded. "Alright, let's have our little convo. I would feel more comfortable if these guns were pointed at me. I am allergic to bullets." He said in a sarcastic tone as he took a deep breath. He was shocked that they would think some armed gun men and women would be enough to scare him. The humans, despite their advanced technology were still just as primitive as their cavemen ancestors.

He heard the so called head of security call him a asshole and he began to laugh. "Oh you have no idea." He kept turning looking at all the guards, as he saw one who appeared to be a little nervous. He saw as he pulled his trigger and Skyscraper would then turn into a full lightning bolt and ascend into the sky dodging all of the incoming bullets from the security guard. He would fly through the air and fly close to the winged man and smile. "Hey, me and you can continue this conversation as soon as I take out these annoyances." He yelled to him as he would continue flying through the air in his lightning form staring down at his targets, trying to think what exactly he should eliminate them with.

Skyscraper heard the winged man talking and looked back at him and he raised an eyebrow hearing him talking about him being the annoyance. He would stop and look straight at Nathaniel as he saw him draw his weapon. "Why does everyone own a weapon but me?" He mumbled, as he saw him point the weapon at him and he quickly descended to avoid the incoming bullet.

He looked at the people below then back at Rex and he began to laugh. "They matter not, you are my primary concern now. You want my attention. Well now you have obtained it." He would extend his hand forward and stick two fingers out. "Pow." He whispered as he shot out a lightning bolt from his fingertips aiming at the winged man. This was a warning shot itself to let him know he has his attention now.

As he did, his peripheral vision caused him to see as a flying car was approaching them. He would descend to avoid the cars and the explosion that would perhaps happen to the flying cars. "That must me one of these crew members is a meta human too. This is great, a two for one."