capitalh | let me see you start a war, start a riot [OPEN]

Who: Gajeel Redfox and OPEN
What: Someone who probably shouldn't be allowed to roam the streets unattended does exactly that.
When: Now-ish
Where: A park OR some science facility OR just about anywhere in L.A.
Warnings: Gajeel is kind of his own warning

Option A: Some Jerky Loser (day)

Oh, what, were you going to sit here? Was anyone going to sit here? Too bad. This entire park bench is now being taken up by a young man with pieces of metal embedded in his forearms and an expression like he is quite literally just waiting for an excuse to punch someone. He doesn't seem to have much of anything else to do, either, judging by how, if left alone, he will just sit there for a good hour, checking the time on a battered, bricklike cellphone every so often and glaring threateningly at anyone who walks by.

Apparently this asshole has just arbitrarily claimed this bench as his property.

[OOC: Feel free to ignore this starter; Gajeel can also be found either at the auto shop where he works (where he will stand off to the side and look bored until he's told to do something), or just about anywhere else in the city (where he will usually either keep up this same look-threatening-and-don't-talk-to-anyone crud or actively pick fights). Sometimes he might stand around in hardware stores and scrutinize packages of bolts and the like a little more carefully than is entirely normal. If you want a different specific starter, let me know!]

Option B: Some Jerky Supervillain (night)

Gajeel doesn't always have any sort of actual goal when he does things that could get him arrested, which makes tonight kind of a novelty. He figures it's about time he started moving up, getting a reputation beyond just smashing things, and he's pretty sure breaking into a science facility late at night and stealing some important science thing is a pretty effective way to do that.

Of course, he has no idea what any of this stuff is, he's literally just going to grab whatever looks important. He doesn't know what he's going to do with it either. Sell it, maybe; if he does that as Iron Dragon, they can't trace that to Gajeel Redfox, right? Sounds like a plan to him.

Any alarms he sets off in the process of breaking in are completely ignored, any guards met with a swift, sharp impact from a metal club. He doesn't really bother to check how much damage he did, not even to insure that they aren't conscious enough to call for reinforcements, because he's fully confident that he can take whatever they may throw at him. Instead, he just keeps making his way through the building, keeping an eye out for something that seems to be worth stealing.

Threaded | Flat

Chris, who is definitely not up to anything he shouldn't be up to, comes up to his favourite bench in the park only to find it occupied. Just the whole thing completely taken up. By one guy. What a dick.

He looks down at his sandwich and contemplates moving on to a different bench, but he kind of needs this one. For reasons. Ugh. He doesn't want to fight or anything about this because it's been a long day already, but.

"Hey, mate." He juts out his chin in a kind of 'move up' gesture, "you wanna budge up there?"

Metabee was so excited to be back on patrol, even if he was technically moonlighting and not on any official CONDOR business, but he didn't care. He'd had just about enough with hanging around the labs bored out of his mind. It hadn't been hard to find out one of the many science labs in the area was being robbed, and had high tailed it to the building fast as he could.

He'd passed plenty of unconscious guards on his way in, so he had his laser cannons at the ready as he ran through the hallways. He was not concerned at all when he finally came across the crook.

"Yo, I suggest you stop what you're doing if you know what's good for ya!"

Why does it seem like every single time Rotorstorm decides to go for a nice stroll into the park, all of the weirdos and all of the assholes tend to gravitate towards the benches? Was she missing something? What was so great about these goddamn benches anyway? They weren’t even that comfortable.

The guy that she spots lounging on one today looks like he’s in a pissy mood or something, because he’s shooting glares at basically anyone that moves. Technically…she could just keep on walking by…but that’s no fun. Hell, if she’s being honest, this is half the reason she keeps coming back to the park.

As Rotorstorm moves in closer towards the bench, she catches sight of the giant, ugly brick that he’s holding and lets out a chuckle. “Please…please tell me that’s not your cell phone.”

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