[The_Heroic_Loser]

OK, I've started this location thread for all those in the Los Angeles/Southern California area. I know we've got some around here, so feel free to post in here!

[Ikin]

Shawn Pent
Los Angeles

Despite having not seen his cousin fro several years now, Shawn remembered exactly where Nick Hunter lived. He parked his rented Nissan Versa () in front of the driveway and walked to the doorway <ding, dong!>
A small woman opened the door "Shawn!" She embraced him. "Oh, it's so good to see you! Mmm!"
"Hello, Ms. Hunter" Shawn smiled. "Thought I'd drop by for a surprise visit. Here, I brought you something."
Shawn walked into the neat living room. "May I see Nick?"
"Yes, he's up in his room".

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Nick Hunter
Los Angeles

Shawn walked into Nick's room. "Hey cuz, miss me?"

"Not at all," Nick said with a sly smile. "But we've gotta skip the small talk. Time to get to business."

"Of course. What's up?"

"That bomb in New York. I know you've heard of it by now. We're connected to it. Don't know how, don't know why. We just are. There are others like us out there. And this is just a hunch, but I'm betting that there are quite a few of them in New York."

"So what do you suggest?"

After a pause, Nick replied, "We're going to New York."

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"What? Are you crazy? They've shut down every flight to New York!!"

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*sniff sniff* I smell a ROAD TRIP!!

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Damon Blaine
Los Angeles

The ride from Seattle was long. The whole trip, Damon stayed to his thoughts, wondering what the best line up for his concert would be. Knowing only the truest of rebels would show after the explosion, because the "sheep" of the herd would be flocking to New York to moarn in the wake of the bomb. He knew it wouldn't be a bad idea to head there himself, to stir up alittle ruccus, but he strayed from acting upon it because he knew that times would be abit risky for doing such an act.
Stepping out of the bus, he looks up at the "Hilton" sign on the hotel infront of him and jokingly said to his band members " Now, who did you have to kill to get the rooms here....must have had a big wallet." The band chuckles and enters the hotel to retire to their rooms.
In his room he finishes the song line up, perfect to attract the new comers at the beginning of the concert, then slowly send devious messages of anti-government protest towards the end. He smiled inside thinking that they may actually get interrupted by the police, before the concert is over.
Considering that the concert wasn't until the next night, and he could easily get sleep during the daylight hours, Damon puts on his zip-up black hoody, zipping it half-way, and covers his head with the hood. The hood is just big enought to protect his face from sight. He walks out ready to experience the night-life of Los Angeles. He hops a few bars, messing with sound systems for a moment at each stop, just for his own pleasures. He cause feed-back sounds, raising and lowering the volumes, slowing and speeding up the pace in which the music is heard. After one bar would clear out with "unsatisfied " customers, he would move to another.
For his final event before retiring for the night he decides to stop at a local store and pick up a few cans of spray-paint. He finds a public building, closed and vacant of public attraction and graffitis it. Damon leaves apocolyptic/terroristic messages along with walls such as: "Boom! Your next Los Angeles" "Kill Yourself, the World's Ending Anyway!" Before Damon is finished with his fun, two cops catch him in his activities. Weapons drawn, the cops shout commands at Damon in stern voices. " Stop! Your under arrest!" Only toying with the police officers, of course, Damon keeps his face hidden, while holding his hands out to the side of his waist, palms facing the officers. After a moment, the officers start to breathe, heavier and faster...as if unable to get enough oxygen. Eventually they are brought to their knees, choking and gasping for air. Just as the two cops start to pass out from their lack of air, Damon just gives an evil grin, barely touched by the light, and snaps his fingers. The snap creates an explosion of sound and concussive force the knocks the officers back 10 feet, and they remain kneeled on the ground, disoriented from the ringing in their ears. Damon leaps, using concussive forces to propel him, to a ledge 20 feet up on the building, and continues to leap from building to building until he is out of sight of the police officers.
Damon finally makes it back to his hotel room balcony, and enters the room to retire for the night.

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Regina Smith
Sacramento, California
Seven o' clock AM.

She'd walked into another store, one that carried electronic stuff for cheap kids who wanted to be scientists when they grew up. For kicks she'd stolen one of the magnifying glasses so she could take a look at what one of the oil spots on the sidewalk looked like up close, and she'd taken a laser too before hoofin' it. A radio was on, though, and they were talking about something in New York City. Blown up. Sucked for them, she had her own problems.

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She's also hearing on the radio that the city's trying to round up all the homeless and get them organized, and she wants no part of a lousy damn orphanage if she can help it, so she's walking in the backalleys and staying out of sight; because she knows that if she gets caught by any of those zealots that organized the 'clean up the city' crap she's in for it.

She moves finally onto a main street that's running along a big set of tracks that's for storing trains. She knows there's a train depot nearby, she's seen freight trains going by. They stink like blazes and sometimes she sees some bums hopping them and going somewhere better. She heard a word like that once, she's reflecting now - a pilgrimage to a better promised land. Only in this world there ain't none, or someone woulda found it by now. But then she goes back to the idea more practically, realizing that Sacramento ain't the best place for a bum, she ain't got nothin' nohow here, and why not hop a train? She could always come back if she gotta. She shrugs, keeps walking, hefts the pack onto her bony shoulders and finds some tracks. She sits there a while, munches on one of her candy bars, which is by now half-melted, and does a good job of ignoring her aching body and growling stomach.

Soon enough though, a train comes clattering by, headin' due south. She recognizes it, hears from somewhere that it goes straight to LA to deliver shipments of metal or some crap. She stands up, waves, gives a joyous-crap grin like she's one of them little boys who wants to be a engineer. She sees no-one, she dunno if anyone saw her, but the engine goes by and she waits 'till prit near the end before she steels herself, runs forward, and makes it onto a flatcar. She wedges herself in between two boxes, out of sight, and listens to the wind rushing by. She's got a new bruise on her shin from the jump, but hell, she's alive.

En route to Los Angeles

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Damon Blaine
Los Angeles

Wakes up, during the late afternoon, the day of his concert. He sits up in bed to notice three, unwelcome, guest in his room. He looks up at them with a look of slight suprise, but speaks with disreguard. "Hey guys....you know if you wanted an auto-graph, you could have waited at the door." He slides out of the bed, in his boxers, his muslces cut but not bulky. He walks past the three to the brandy bottle on the table across the room. He poors himself a glass and lights up a cigarette. (smoking is an activity less dangerous to him than most, because he can filter the toxicians from the smoke and just get the nicotine.) He takes a sip of his drink, and says with a snide attitude, "I would offer you a drink, but your not staying long."
Before him, stands three people in black suits, two of them male, and one female. The female stands infront of the males as if the ring leader of the group, she has long brown hair and blue eyes and a slinder body. The male to her right is a fairly tall individual, standing about 6' 2''. He is bald and body purportions show that he is very muscular. The last male stands about 5'10, with short black hair, and asian-american features.
The woman speaks with a calm, authoritarian voice. "We are the Guardian Angels. We are a group of people who...." Damon interupts, " Yes, I know who you are, you the "special-people police"...or vigilantes is more like it. The question is, why are you bothering me?"
The asian man steps forward speaking as if reading from a case-file " Damon Blaine, age 32, born in Seattle, Washington. Powers include Air and sound manipulation. Publicly known as the front man to the rock band 'Godsend'. Member to several government protest groups, most of which militant. Famous to underground conspiraciest, under the alias 'Anti'."
"Get to the point, I have a concert to prepare for," Damon spits out bluntly. The female speaks up, " We know that you're a bit of a trouble maker Mr. Blaine, and we believe that you were responsible for the actions of last night..." The woman looks at the blank tv screen and it turns on to show a broadcast of newscoverage, reporting his actions of last night. She looks back upon Damon "Now, nobody has any evidence that you were the cause of these events, but you are suspected by us. I felt it was right to warn you, that we are watching you closely." The three exit the room, and Damon laughs slightly. He puts on his usual clothing and proceeds downstairs to meet up with the rest of his band members.
Damon smiles smuggly the whole trip to the musical hall. The band begins it rehersal in preparation for the concert to take place hours from now.

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Nick Hunter
Los Angeles

"Not a problem. We'll just take a flight to Pennsylvania and then drive the rest of the way. I just know that we've gotta get there a.s.a.p." Nick told Shawn as they started to head out the door.

"Nick, where are you going?" Nick's mother asked, perplexed.

"Uh....we're just gonna grab something to eat. We'll be back!" Nick replied.

After they both entered the car, Shawn asked, "Do you have any idea exactly when we're gonna get back? Don't you have school? And football?"

"I guess I'll have to put my life on hold. Destiny's waiting for me...."

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Shawn Pent
Los Angeles

Shawn was careful to touch the steering wheel as little as possible to avoid burning it. "What are we going to do once we get there? All I can do is burn stuff and you can smell a cow turd from 200 yards away"