The Harmon Building
With all that fuss, the arrival of a Dodge Challenger, of a nice red painting, was not so noticed. But it stopped right in the middle of the street, like many other vehicles, as the situation attracted more attention.
The driver door opened, and a pair of long slender legs, covered in a sort of plastic polymeres armor emerged from it, immediatly followed by a body to die for. A model figure, with what could be qualified as an american beauty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and some discreet glossy lipstick to enhance a face of an angel.
Knockout stood up there, starting to attract attention, and closed the car door. Looking around, she assessed the situation, in her awkward red armored costume and with a smile that invited some people totake pictures, she squat, only to hoist and lift the Dodge in the air over her head.
SLowly she turned, and started to walk towards the crowd, with this impressive package over her head, and excused herself, by a long explanation.
"Lifting a car isn't easy. I'm sorry, I guess that goes without saying. What I mean is that being strong enough isn't all there is to it. Doing it without damaging the vehicle and getting yourself covered in grime takes care and thought. If you just grab it by an edge you are likely to only tear pieces of the body off. You have to reach way underneath and get ahold of the chassis. It's dirty down there. Gloves are a good idea, but gloves can make things slippery too. So then I have to lift and lean so that the weight of the vehicle is all up on two tires. You can't let it stay that way for too long or you risk breaking something, maybe an axle. So I have to work my way underneath, hopefully without getting greasy dirt all over me, so I have to be careful and then hoist it up. Like I said, I have the strength, but it is still a lot of mass and I have to keep it balanced. If I drop it, I destroy an expensive car, so I take my time. When I'm doing something like this in an emergency situation, I'm not thinking about weather I break it or not, but this car belongs to someone who needs it."
She walked by the crowd put the car down as carefully as she had picked it up and brushed her hands, examining her long and well manicured nails.
"The Crusaders maybe gone, but there are other willing to take up the flag. Some may know me, some don't." She stoke a model pose, a hand on her hip, letting everyone admire her statuesque shape. "I'm Knockout. I'm here to help."
This message was last updated by the GM at 02:34, Mon 03 Sept 2018.