Crime. It wrapped Location City like a vagrant's blanket that smelled of pee.
From the highest vantage point, the blindfolded crusader gazed over her domain, or some very similar activity, because blind people can't gaze. Instead she used her amazing extra sensory powers to find crimes in progress while simultaneously using her superior sense of balance to not fall chest first on the tar paper covering the roof. Jenna Justice knew that falling down hurt a lot, and it was usually very difficult to get back up.
All was quiet, but there was no telling when the evil Expandra would strike again. When she did, she'd be ready. She finally purchased a shield to block her nemesis' harmful gro-rays. True, her jutting breasts made it almost impossible to parry anything effectively, but she knew the shield must look pretty sweet with her outfit. Score.
She was shook out of her reverie by the sound of her wristwatch's alarm function going off under her left gauntlet. Crap on a cracker! It was time for her mild mannered alter-ego, Jenny Justusson, to pick up her dry cleaning.
I'm gonna have to say "Go Expandra!" on this one. I love how amature Jenna is. Her logic is as simple as "Falling = bad" and fashion is still held in top priority even though she's blind. LOVE IT!
This is very cute, very snazzy. I like how serious she looks, and the blindfold is neat. I think she would would be fun to see more of after your Ten Fingers story arc gets finished.
From the highest vantage point, the blindfolded crusader gazed over her domain, or some very similar activity, because blind people can't gaze. Instead she used her amazing extra sensory powers to find crimes in progress while simultaneously using her superior sense of balance to not fall chest first on the tar paper covering the roof. Jenna Justice knew that falling down hurt a lot, and it was usually very difficult to get back up.
All was quiet, but there was no telling when the evil Expandra would strike again. When she did, she'd be ready. She finally purchased a shield to block her nemesis' harmful gro-rays. True, her jutting breasts made it almost impossible to parry anything effectively, but she knew the shield must look pretty sweet with her outfit. Score.
She was shook out of her reverie by the sound of her wristwatch's alarm function going off under her left gauntlet. Crap on a cracker! It was time for her mild mannered alter-ego, Jenny Justusson, to pick up her dry cleaning.
Crime would have to wait. For now.