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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:51 am
Also known as 'Biggs', The Manhattan bridge has been the main entrance and exit of Big Apple for many years. Even though there are many other bridges throughout Big Apple Leading in and out of the city, this bridge in general is the biggest and main bridge.
H.A.V.E.N keeps an eye on this bridge every now and again more than any other bridge for anything out of the ordinary. Because chances are that things have to be coming into the city before they do anything inside of it, right? They choose this one for the most inspection for the simple reason that it's the main bridge into the city.
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:28 am
What could someone say about Innova's job in H.A.V.E.N? A narcissistic metro who likes to make things explode. You could call him the demolition expert, but the term 'expert' is far from being anything accurate to describe him as, aside from the situation where you're referring to the expertise of himself. Than he'd be more than happy to call himself that.
It was an easily misty morning here in the mid summer of Big Apple, it had recently rained last night, and the heat was starting to reach over the horizon and evaporate the water straight from the concrete roads below the buildings and on the bridge. We find our pinnacle of perfection atop of a nearby roof from the bridge, with an easily overview the bridge, accompanied by H.A.V.E.N's number 2 for the time being, Sckellerqua Snarynech, but everyone calls him Sckel. He had recently consumed an alleged Black Occult member they were chasing down atop the rooftops, and their chase ended when their enemy ran out of rooftop.
Sckel licked his lips and went on to cleaning the red fluid from his fingers.
"He was indeed a Black Occult. . .they have a certain taste to them, you know?" Sckel commented. "That and the fact that they can't hide lies once their eaten." He added with a chuckle.
"That is just so gross." Innova rebutted, folding his arms and coking his hip to one side. "How can you live with yourself?" He asked.
 "Easy," Sckel said. "I don't live, I just get hungry. And that tiny little sandwich you call appetizing is a mere crumb compared to what I need to even be considered not hungry for just a mere hour."
"Hmph, you should try the South Beach diet, you pig"
"And what would that accomplish, I'd just be starving myself if I dieted, besides, I can change to any shape and size I want, I don't need a diet to change my eating habit."
"Fine, geeze. . . " Innova concluded as he sat himself down on the edge of the roof, dangling his legs over the side while he overlooked the Manhattan Bridge.
Sckel turned to his fellow member, with their mission complete for the moment, they had time for some small talk.
"But enough about my dietary troubles, what about you" Sckel began.
"What about me? I'm perfect, the exact image of everything right in this world." Innova said raising his arms in the air. . .and this was him being modest.
"Okay. . .but what about your special abilities."
"Damn right they're special, bub." Innova said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, e-specially strange."
"Now you're just mixing up strange with perfect."
"No, I mean strange, weird. You spit out green slime from your mouth, nose, and your palms, and this slime somehow has explosive properties?" Sckel said.
"Not just that," Innova said, turning to Sckel. "It only explodes on my cue. I could sneeze on someone's pretty jewelry store counter, and when I step out, I can cue it to blow up in that silly clerk's face." Sckel looked perplexed.
"Something tells me this isn't some made up scenario."
"Hey, he had it coming, that ugly clerk shouldn't be selling such pretty gems, he didn't deserve it." Innova said.
So, what could you say Innova's job is in H.A.V.E.N? More than likely you'll just call him a self absorbed snot thrower.
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