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Hancock ([personal profile] john_hancock) wrote in [community profile] panfandia2013-02-19 02:21 pm
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New York. What the hell New York. Hancock showed up in the big apple less than two weeks ago and not only did anybody seem to really even notice that he was even there being as nice of a guy as he could manage (which wasn't much) but they also seemed pretty inured to super heroes.

Naturally it was near impossible to find a place to stay on a no income budget. Every once in a while he had been woken up by a cop from sleeping on a bench, so he had resorted to trying to sleep on roofs more often. This morning after managing to buy an small orange juice box from McDonald’s he did manage to stop a collision from happening on the intersection just outside the restaurant. Only did so by putting his hand print on the hood of a car that impacted the engine a bit.

While the driver was yelling at him Hancock sipped the straw to his juice and just stared at him from underneath his beanie. Not even bothering with a response he just vaulted into the sky to go back to the roof he was taking a very temporary residence at. “This is just ridiculous.”
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[personal profile] maidofiron 2013-02-20 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh. Okay I'm on it" Angie confirmed with Oracle about a hero-related disturbance in New York. "Door. New York disturbance area". Exiting the orange/yellow/gold rectangle that appeared in the middle of the crosswalk Angie took a look around and very quickly found a car with a hand print on it. Microscanners lifted the fingerprints and found them registered at a police precint in LA. So their Post Human seemed to be a little far from home. Headmailing the file over to Oracle the metal coated woman used her nanotech to repair the car, giving it a microscopic wash while she was at it.

Once she'd repaired the sidewalk as well Angie began to scan the area for trace energy signatures in an attempt to get a bead on where their new 'friend' had gone. The man had saved someone despite the damage so perhaps he was just in some sort of distress. Or didn't yet know how to control his powers.

"Now then, where have you gone my flying friend?" she asked mostly to herself.
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