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Posted: Feb 12 2018, 11:01 PM
The sun was out and gleamed over the city, the change of temperature seemed to have a positive effect on the surrounding as pockets of people were walking about. Sebastian was one of them as he walked forward to his next delivery; It was to a man who lived in Prospect Ave. He looked around nonchalantly as he tried his best not to look lost.
It was one of his first deliveries to Brooklyn being the owner of the bookstore he wanted to show his clients and workers he was not one to stir away from a little manual labor. He just wasn't feeling that sort of way perhaps if Brooklyn weren't so large and strange, why was there even a place named avenue U? He sighed as he already missed the Bronx , a place of simplicity... He had turned the corner when groups of people ran toward him screaming, His body tensed as folds of paper rode up his arm, before his make shift blades were drawn the group ran past him .
Somebody call the police!
His eyes looked over to the masked men leaving the bank in a hurry
"where is there a heroe when you need one?"
The slidding of paper was heard as his feet slid forward against the ground as his face began to be covered to take the form of a smiling mask.
"I'll just handle it myself"
A sudden gathering of materials wrapped around his hand in neat rows as he struck one of the robbers with a right hand sending him down to the ground. Another's robber's hands glow red as energy projectiles were thrown toward him.
Part of his paper arm caught fire as he quickly shifted it off and stepped on it , putting out the small embers. His face if visible would show slight hints of anger.