Heroes VS Villans RPG

((I have nothing))

bubbles disoriented me but I could exploit them... oh no! a huge bubble fell on me...

Realization of the truth dawned on me as i saw one of the heroes helping a child out find it's mother in the distence. HTese people were good. Good didn'tj ust have a "them" fel to it either, it wsas something more. I ducked and excaped, running into a public bathroom to change out of my supersuit and walking home. Something about my whole life didn't seem right,

we note the absences of a villain, what was happened? Giggle girl isn't here

"Argg... She escaped! I can't believe it!" I helped Safira with ((Lollipopper)) and changed my appereance into a dark skinned big and stong man with my sword dressed in jeans and a blue T-shirt (blue of couse!).

(I have an idea. Maybe we can be college dormmates or something, but none of us know who the others are)
i walked into my shared room and flopped down on my bed, closing my eyes. then i realized that i had my color inchancing contacts in. I padded to the bathroom, removed the blue tinted lenses and put in my normal ones. I added the contace case to my costume and locked it in the safe under my bed. I had just enough time to get back on my bed and begin to pick up a book when my room mates walked in.
"Hey Jeanie" They called, carrying their small duffel bags. They were in some private, highly competitive swim team that sometimes demaned practice sessions at ramdom.

The villans had all escaped so I flew ((I forgot to mention that she can fly)) to my room that I shared with two other people. I looked threw the window. Jeanie was in there. I went into a dark alley and quickly changed into my normal clothes. I was disguised as a girl on a professional swim team. I dunked my hair in some water and put on my goggles. I put my super hero costume in my duffel bag and walked into my room.
"Hey Jeanie!" I called.

"Hey, (Dog-girl's human identety's nAme) how was practice? you look a little frazzled . Think i know how you feel" i laughed, focusing so my powers would say in check. "Well, not really. I was on a swim team for like a month in eighth grade and i reall sucked"
I was vugely aware of her walking into the bathroom to rinse out her swinsuit and blow-dry her hair as she always did after practice. Why she kept the door lockd was noramlly a question to me, but i didn't think about it because i was deep in thought:
There's something about those heroes that make them shine, that make them so, likeable and friendly. It's almost like they are having more fun, and they enjoy their job. But there is nothing besides evil, after all, it always show up everywhere, but still...
My roommate came back in the bedroom.
"(Name)?" i asked. She turned her head to look at me. "What should a person do if a super-strong gut feeling about," i was trying not to plainly tell my story to a bystander "about, a way of life, almost, is conrary to what she knows? This girl sees people who have made a choice with what that feeling tells her do do and they seem happy, but yet it goes aginst what she was raised to believe"

((Melody- Are you gonna change to the heroes?))

I don't know how, but ((Lollipopper)) dissapeared into a bomb of giant bubbles.
I said to Safira "Seems like they're gone... Do you want to go and get a snack?"
I changed to my formal appereance and combed my hair with my hands. We walked together to the avenue, where there where more cafés, and entered one to have a snack.

We pass hours discussing the topic, but we weren't coming to anything

(MY character is going to become a hero eventually,)

I had escaped through a dark alley--I ran wickedly fast (as fast as you could go with a big dress on) and ran into the city's theater.
I trotted into the empty dressing room and changed into my human form. In human form, I wore formal business wear and my hair transformed to where it was as straight as a board with ruler-straight bangs.
"No one can recognize me now," i smiled to myself in the mirror, then began laughing. Laughing really hard.
"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" I immediately stopped and looked around. "Oops," I turned it town to a smile. "Hopefully nobody can hear me."
And I trotted off ((she trots a lot)) into the orchestral room.

Melody wrote:(MY character is going to become a hero eventually,)

(good decicion)

Chameleon and I were looking everywhere for Lunee, but there was no trace of her. A man hunched, told us he saw her heading to the theater. Unfortunately, in the theater, all the girls wore a long black dress

((Oh the irony... she's not even gonna be wearing a black dress there!))

I trotted off, swinging my BORING briefcase around.
"You look happy, miss Dean," trembled my assistant, Heffley.
"I AM NOT HAPPY!" I yelled in his face. "Now where are the sketches of the new play? I would like to see them."
He turned and scurried off.
"Mwahahahaha!" I laughed quietly, rubbing my hands together.

((Yeah, miss Lunee won't be going to the good side. She yells in people's faces.))

(ohh... you've got the things clear)

everyone in that place seemed very much Lunee but not succeeded in finding, perhaps the hunched man had deceived us

"Should we ask one of the girls dressed in black? Maybe she's not even in her villian form..."

Tonight was my community choir's big performence at the locale theatre. We all wore black dresses as part of our uniforms. We were all on stage rehearsing, i was doing my grand solo when two people burst into the room. They were looking for a villan named Lunee. My heart dropped, were these people heroes? i couldn't recognise them. BUt if they were, would they recognize me?

"Excuse me?" I asked two people who rudely barged in on the play rehearsal. I was the theater's director--almost first in command. In human form I was a boring and bossy Veronica Dean. No one would ever guess it was me.
Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I thought to myself in my head.

I sighed, relievved when the theatere director came in. There was something familiar about her, but what?
I re-started my solo

I listened to Chameleon and we talked with a person of the theater. She wore a long black dress, her face seemed familiar to us but she wasn't Lunee, she was another villain

((My name is Olivia Green))
They both look strangely familiar I thought.

((Olivia Green?? Ah, ok, I missed that))

(We should all establish what our secret identity names are,
I'm Janice Orangapple, but i am called Jainee)

((We should add it in out character's format, next to our hero/villian name too.))

(but... sure)