Ambrosia_64
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Velocity II was on the scene. Little more than a shimmering light blue and silver blur currently, she raced in and out of the burning apartment building, rushing people out onto the sidewalk at breakneck speeds. A few of the folks threw up, but that was to be expected.
The young heroine had appeared six months ago, sporting an updated costume similar to her predecessor's and foiling an armed robbery. At first, people thought Velocity was back, that she had been brought back from the dead. The girl was wearing the shimmering blue costume with the silver accents, the silver gloves and boots. A familiar matching blue mask extended from her hairline to her cheekbones. She was a speedster and she had the dark hair. But instead of a perky ponytail it was short, not even brushing her shoulders. Chin length and a tousled, windswept look to it.
Eventually a clearer picture was obtained, some footage where she was moving at normal speed or standing still. Velocity had been a tall, dark haired, fair skinned Caucasian woman with pale blue eyes-but this new girl was petite and had a russet, reddish brown skin tone. Oversized silver goggles concealed her eyes. She seemed younger than the original Velocity had been, and once she started working with police-was confirmed to be a different woman altogether.
So, Velocity II was what the papers had termed her, eventually dropping the roman numerals.
She had only grown in popularity since that first outing-and had even gained the approval of a few veteran heroes in other parts of the country, helping with a mission here and there. For the most part, however, she stayed close to home.
Clever, cheerful, and endearingly optimistic, she took care of the city and had become something of a mascot-standing up for the little guy wherever she could.
And averting the occasional disaster.
She checked every room, every nook and cranny in the space of minutes as the building burned around her, clearing it top to bottom. But that basement-well, that gave her pause. Jerry cans littered the floor in the subterranean space, the heroine snagging one and rushing out with it just as fire trucks pulled up, ambulances.
"Any inside?" A red faced fireman with furrowed brows asked, and Velocity shook her head. "Not anymore. Looks to be arson, though." He nodded and then turned to bark orders, taking the jerry can from her. Fire investigators would get out here once the fire was out. In the meantime-Jenna raced from person to person, handing out emergency blankets from the back of the police cruisers and hustling people to be checked out by the emergency workers, clearing the sidewalk so the hoses could be put into use.
Something caught her eye across the street and Jenna turned towards it, a brief moment of study-and then the figure turned and ran. Well, that was suspicious.
In a blur, she darted across the street and down the alley in a blink, cutting the man off at the alley's exit.
The heroine skidded to a stop, a hand propping on her hip and the other giving a short wave. "Hi there." She greeted brightly, her concealed eyes sweeping over him. "Where's the fire? Oh wait, nevermind." She nodded back towards the flaming building across the street with a slight frown on her full lips. "There it is."
Her suit was made of a heat resistant, thicker material reminiscent of protective motorcycle garb-tight fitting but modest enough, the suit a light blue color with a bit of shimmer to it. A thin silver line was on the in side of each leg, curving outward just at her knee and continuing up along the sides of her suit and down each arm. The goggles were silver and opaque, the flat heeled boots velcroed up along the front and the soles made of a durable, high grade material that, unlike rubber-wouldn't be melting during her sprints.
The young heroine had appeared six months ago, sporting an updated costume similar to her predecessor's and foiling an armed robbery. At first, people thought Velocity was back, that she had been brought back from the dead. The girl was wearing the shimmering blue costume with the silver accents, the silver gloves and boots. A familiar matching blue mask extended from her hairline to her cheekbones. She was a speedster and she had the dark hair. But instead of a perky ponytail it was short, not even brushing her shoulders. Chin length and a tousled, windswept look to it.
Eventually a clearer picture was obtained, some footage where she was moving at normal speed or standing still. Velocity had been a tall, dark haired, fair skinned Caucasian woman with pale blue eyes-but this new girl was petite and had a russet, reddish brown skin tone. Oversized silver goggles concealed her eyes. She seemed younger than the original Velocity had been, and once she started working with police-was confirmed to be a different woman altogether.
So, Velocity II was what the papers had termed her, eventually dropping the roman numerals.
She had only grown in popularity since that first outing-and had even gained the approval of a few veteran heroes in other parts of the country, helping with a mission here and there. For the most part, however, she stayed close to home.
Clever, cheerful, and endearingly optimistic, she took care of the city and had become something of a mascot-standing up for the little guy wherever she could.
And averting the occasional disaster.
She checked every room, every nook and cranny in the space of minutes as the building burned around her, clearing it top to bottom. But that basement-well, that gave her pause. Jerry cans littered the floor in the subterranean space, the heroine snagging one and rushing out with it just as fire trucks pulled up, ambulances.
"Any inside?" A red faced fireman with furrowed brows asked, and Velocity shook her head. "Not anymore. Looks to be arson, though." He nodded and then turned to bark orders, taking the jerry can from her. Fire investigators would get out here once the fire was out. In the meantime-Jenna raced from person to person, handing out emergency blankets from the back of the police cruisers and hustling people to be checked out by the emergency workers, clearing the sidewalk so the hoses could be put into use.
Something caught her eye across the street and Jenna turned towards it, a brief moment of study-and then the figure turned and ran. Well, that was suspicious.
In a blur, she darted across the street and down the alley in a blink, cutting the man off at the alley's exit.
The heroine skidded to a stop, a hand propping on her hip and the other giving a short wave. "Hi there." She greeted brightly, her concealed eyes sweeping over him. "Where's the fire? Oh wait, nevermind." She nodded back towards the flaming building across the street with a slight frown on her full lips. "There it is."
Her suit was made of a heat resistant, thicker material reminiscent of protective motorcycle garb-tight fitting but modest enough, the suit a light blue color with a bit of shimmer to it. A thin silver line was on the in side of each leg, curving outward just at her knee and continuing up along the sides of her suit and down each arm. The goggles were silver and opaque, the flat heeled boots velcroed up along the front and the soles made of a durable, high grade material that, unlike rubber-wouldn't be melting during her sprints.
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