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[grinbitch]

WHO: Dr. Horrible [Billy], Drowned Ophelia, Hichigo Shirosaki, The Hulk [Bruce], Katurian [K. Katurian], Polaris [Lorna], Red Hood [Jason], Rikku, and Trowa [03].
WHERE: The starting gate is wherever they happened to be in the City.
WHEN: Starting at about 6pm on Saturday, May 22nd.
WARNINGS: THERE WILL BE SO MUCH BANGING except not, really.

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PART THE LAST.

[holeheart]

The Hollow leapt up on top of the building adjacent to the Starbucks. People on the street gasped and pointed. Did that boy really just jump 3 stories?! Shiro didn't notice. He pointed his fingers at the pristine little coffee shop and with a sneer began charging a blast of pure nuclear red energy. It formed into a ball the size of his fist, then surged forward in a beam with a very distinctive sound. It struck the building with the force of a bomb.

The building immediately began to collapse from the blast. People were screaming, crying. Music to his ears. It calmed him a little. But he didn't stick around to watch his handiwork burn. He would come back later for the souls of any deceased. But honestly, that blast had been weak; being so far from Ichigo reduced his power reserves exponentially. Fuck. He had his own body, but still he was limited by the King.

Shiro found a new perch, this time on top of the Washington Monument. It was early night, but the spotlights on the structure were not yet on; he was nearly impossible to see perched on the top of that obelisk. "Why couldn't it have been this damn monument? I found this one like 30 goddamn times!" He huffed his annoyance and glanced at his watch. It'd been a full 12 hours since the porter had given them her challenge. Someone would have already gotten there by now, someone who actually knew what the hell they were looking for.

It was then that he caught something out of the corner of one yellow eye, something in the fading light. A building. That looked eerily similar to the photo of the Lincoln Memorial he'd looked up.

"... are ya shitting me."

The screech of pure frustration wasn't quiet. People would wonder for days what that sound was. It seemed human, but... not really. Had it been a bird? A machine? A monster? Tabloids would speculate. But only Shiro knew.

He tugged his lips into a snarl, showing short fangs. "Fuck this. I'm going to the mall."

Oddly enough, he was able to find the nearest mall in less than half an hour.

Go figure.