Anthony pulled into the garage he paid for and killed the engine, leaving the keys in the ignition. Less than an hour had passed since his time with Oual and now he sat leaning forward on his chair head resting on his hands as he contemplated what could get Oual so worked up. Getting up he flicked the switch to his "Office," a corner of his garage in which he stored his computer and notes as a crime fighter as well as a floor to ceiling locker filled with his costume and any equipment he deemed necessary.Booting the computer up he typed feverishly into the search engine to find Delmor Police Department, once there he did a search to find current officers. Several minutes later he had a profile of Oual and his work since joining the force. Oddly enough he had taken one Lieutenant James Cross under his wing. Anthony leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head as he released a sigh. Why did this information seem relevant?
His mind whirred into motion suddenly as his eyes started fluttering in his head. He saw a man who was certainly on steroids of some sort being apprehended by a woman officer. He twitched suddenly and was brought back to the present. Going back to the officer's profile page he did a search for women officers. Another ten minutes and he had the woman from his vision. "Laura Listerine, what do you have to do with Oual and James..." He questioned aloud as he swiveled in his chair to face the locker his equipment was stored in.
Alma slammed the door behind followed by a shout of "Hey!" from the kitchen. No longer sobbing but clearly upset, the goth fled from the outside world into bedroom. Her out-of-place, mostly white cat, Rindercella meowed in protest as her owner fell onto the bed with purple and white cat-hair covers. She just lay there, empty with no energy to even pet Rinder, who was now rubbing her face into Alma's.
A couple of minutes later, Alma looked at herself in her bathroom mirror. The zipper and bucket coat and matching pants had been waiting for use since she ordered them without asking Vince first. They were incredibly comfortable but where fitting enough she probably wouldn't have to worry about them falling off easily. The boots where an older set pair and though comfortable, not quite in a good enough condition to wear to school, especially since her mom bought her a new pair just before the move. Her gloves her just to prevent fingerprints and crap. It'd be bad if they find out her identity because of something so careless. Lucid Dusk hung limply on her back, wrapped in shadows. It could occasionally be seen, however, as the darkness was in constant motion.
