[All are welcome. Pleae keep posts somewhat short. I find it easier for people to keep track and stay involved if posts are not super long. Just use your better judgement.]
[Premise: Current time. Urban city. Genetically altered heroes/villains - gentical engineering is an outlawed practice due to the ability to evolve humans to a superhuman level, yet it continues in society behind closed doors by government scientists with private interests.]
The streets were empty as Mark Carbon slowed his matte black Ducati Desmosedici to a stop at red light. The city curfew had been instilled in recent weeks due to increased violence and police were usually the only ones found to be roaming at night. - well, besides those who enjoyed the thrill of the night life.
He flipped up his solid black visor and pulled his sleeves back to just below his elbows as he leaned back up from his riding position. He had decided to head to a new club that had just recently opened. After adjusting the P99 tucked in back of his belt under his leather jacket, he pulled down on his gloves and leaned forward, gripping the handles of the bike.
He flips his visor down just as the light turns green and barrels down the empty street...
[Premise: Current time. Urban city. Genetically altered heroes/villains - gentical engineering is an outlawed practice due to the ability to evolve humans to a superhuman level, yet it continues in society behind closed doors by government scientists with private interests.]
The streets were empty as Mark Carbon slowed his matte black Ducati Desmosedici to a stop at red light. The city curfew had been instilled in recent weeks due to increased violence and police were usually the only ones found to be roaming at night. - well, besides those who enjoyed the thrill of the night life.
He flipped up his solid black visor and pulled his sleeves back to just below his elbows as he leaned back up from his riding position. He had decided to head to a new club that had just recently opened. After adjusting the P99 tucked in back of his belt under his leather jacket, he pulled down on his gloves and leaned forward, gripping the handles of the bike.
He flips his visor down just as the light turns green and barrels down the empty street...