Sitting at a desk shifting through the papers he sat there while the make up crew powder his face while grooming his hair. He was looking over the sheets of papers, the producer told everyone to clear the set while the camera men and boom operators set up.
The producer counted down while the newsman straighten up, shuffling the papers.
"Good evening, this is Kent Brockmen. This is our top story." He shifted around to face a different camera. "Today is the first time the police manage to regain order in Townsville after several major bombings that killed over two hundred and seventy people, among them were heroes, villains and the cities own Powerpuff girls."
He shifted again to face another camera. "Memorials will be held for them all, but no one has come forward to take credit for this crime. Officials are at this time have refused comments."
The producer nodded letting him know that they were out.
"Doctor, what the status on the project?"
The scientist, a short and chubby dark skinned man with messy salt and pepper hair, looked up from his findings at the spoiled child.
"Well, tell me what how long it will take to get super powers?"
The doctor shifted his weight. "I hate to inform you but never, because that girl you brought in is actually alive."
"Excuse me?" Princess was taken back, she had to use a computer terminal to support herself. "Did you say still alive?"
The doctor shrugged. "I can't perform the power syphon on someone alive, even against their will." He pulled out a swivel chair from under a random desk and took a seat.
Princess was only a few moments from pulling her hair out, this can't be happening to her. She has plans of revenge and she can't do it without some kind of power, the power suit may not be enough. "How can she be alive?"
"Okay, she was probably a few feet away from the blast. That would mean she wasn't in range of ground zero to be vaporized, her arms were probably trying to shield herself and that lead to saving her life by protecting her brain. Even though the force ate away her arms it was diluted by the action and the rest of her was kind of spared, only taking on minimal of the blast." He paused a moment to think, he written something down. "Of course her body would be badly burnt if not complete destroyed so the bomb had to be behind or under something to further dilute it."
"Like a car?" Princess asked.
"Yes, that would do it." The doctor written something else down. "But of course I had to place her on cryogenic freeze, she really didn't have much time left to live."
"Now what?" Princess said more to herself. "I need superpowers to get what I want."
""Why don't you just use one of those Chemical X injection machines or the likes?" The doctor said.
Princess was silent for a moment. "You can do something like that?"
The man shrugged. "Whatever, it's your money."
She had open the door. The clean up crew had removed her fallen husband and the servants, than cordoned off the scenes while the police investigated.
Princess was now taking up residents in one of her bunkers, she was going to have a little talk about that when everything is straighten up here.
Ginger Morebucks walked to a small room off to once side of the house, she now needed to tend to her husband's funeral as well as many servants that died. She was paying for it out of repect to the families.
She let down her hair while tossing her shoes off to one side before falling into bed.
She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
About the first chapter, there is no scene breaks as they are actually one big scene focusing on one item in between.
Think it like this; the mayor doing something, close up than pull out to see him doing something else in a different place.