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Post by JW% on May 6, 2012 23:25:28 GMT -8
((Please check the OOC thread first. tsdcv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rpuooc&action=display&thread=4899&page=1 )) ((EDIT: OOC thread has been condensed, though might still be missing information presented in the first OOC thread. Report if you believe there is something missing. New condensed OOC: tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5712/triumph-city-condensed-ooc )) On the west side of town, at the docks, the sun was setting. A golden glow against the ocean lit the sides of buildings and sailing ships all across the bay. Further into the city the creeping shadows of evening had already started swallowing streets, with the regularly spaced lamps blinking on even though the sky itself was still lit, at least for the moment. If statistics were to be believed, tonight 2.3 people would be mugged, 5.6 would be assaulted in some manner(typically domestic), .02 alien invasions would be attempted, .1 giant class monsters would rampage, and innumerable other events would occur, all of which the average citizen could live their entire life without encountering. The duty shifts were being made, and certain all night diners and very exclusive dance clubs were making ready to host a crowd who often wasn't asked to pay, and never was asked their identity. The crowd of masked, cowled, helmeted and caped heroes and guardians of the city, unwinding after a long day, or getting ready for a long night.
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Post by lovely corte on May 10, 2012 2:08:26 GMT -8
Creeper sat on the edge of a railing, his tattooed fingers working to produce a cigarette from the jacket's pockets. He pressed it to his lips, light it, leaned forward and took a drag.
He felt a surge of electricity surge through his core as his armored spine tingled with pulses. He looked towards the dinner in-front of him. He shuddered, a pulse tingling the apex of his being before he finally balls up, and removed himself from his perch, landing on his feet and walking towards the dinner.
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 12, 2012 6:29:05 GMT -8
"Hey!" came a voice from somewhere on Creeper's right. The Bright Knight jogged up, slowing down to walk beside him. She was, as usual, wearing her armor, carrying her helmet under one arm. "Hi," she said again.
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Post by Penny Royals on May 12, 2012 7:51:46 GMT -8
Cupid was already in the dance club. This was her first time- mostly as they'd never had anything like this in Suburbia. She wasn't too into dancing, since she was clumsy as all fuck and would inevitably trip herself on her humongous back ribbon. She didn't want to meet guys- mostly since she still talked to Edmond on occasion, as well as Adam, and her heart went to them both, but also because she really didn't know any of the men here. She had some... trust issues, ever since Jareth.
...Of course, that was assuming any guy here even wanted a short, fat magical girl who wasn't even of any sort of legal age yet, who was sitting at the bar kicking her feet, drinking a malt, and spinning around in her chair.
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Post by lovely corte on May 12, 2012 8:50:05 GMT -8
Creeper turned, twitching and shaking violently, scraping his hands down his face, "H-Hi there."
He skimmed a gentle hand across Bright Knight's face, giggling.
And then he turned, dramatically, "To tha' muhfuckin' dinners!"
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Post by JW% on May 12, 2012 17:18:58 GMT -8
~Pocket D Dance Club
DJ Zero floated on concentric rings of some kind of energy that seemed to be coming out of the massive speaker in the center of the room. A heady pulse of music filled everyones body and the DJ seemed lost in his own world, listening on one headphone while he levitated various disks into, and out of, a collection of reader lasers on the ceiling.
Not that his was the only light show, strobes and other multicolored distractions filled the club just as much as the music did. Off to the side were the bars and other quiet places out of the main hustle of the dance floor, somewhat less crowded and more sane there.
Of course the main draw of the club wasn't the music or the drinks, it was the people. Bright outfits utilizing elements, such as capes or masks, typically only seen in the fanciest masqurade ball, were common place. Not universal however. A man who looked like he could be a construction worker in stained white tshirt and blue jean overalls, floated about seven foot off the floor. Someone or something lurked in the rafters, occasionally swinging from one to the next above the lights.
Cupid was mostly being ignored at the bar where she sat, as the action was on the dancefloor, but that didn't stop a young woman, probably one of the college girls, sitting down beside her with a sniffle.
The woman wore a large dark fedora and a matching jacket and pants with some kind of runes sewn into it. Her face was only sorta hidden by a silken veil as she motioned for a drink. The bartender gave them both a look and slid the young woman something dark in a glass. The black leather gauntlets buckled on the young womans hands left a trail of smoky tendrils as she reached for it, trying to hide her sobbing.
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~Nighthawk's All Night Diner
From the outside, it didn't look like much. Wide open windows showed numerous booths, and a counter with shiny barstools dominated the serving area. What had probably drawn the Creeper and Bright Knight's attention to it was the man with an impossibly muscular body sitting in one of the booths wearing nothing but a blue bodysuit. He seemed rather intent on studying his spoon, and was talking to his friends, who were equally outrageously clad.
While the pair approached a man in blood red robes and some kind of leathers with ivory skin and silvering hair stepped out of the shadows and walked in, without anyone batting an eye. He walked past the bar, where he finally did get a nasty look, from a woman in a leather bomber jacket. He ignored her as she seemed to take insult at his robes brushing against her.
On the television was playing out news footage of an event that happened earlier that day. A group of high tech villains known as the Skyraiders had been caught after an extensive dogfight between skyscrapers. A few of the heroes on screen were also eating their steak and eggs or dinner plate special here in the diner.
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 12, 2012 19:44:45 GMT -8
The Bright Knight shivered. She had never gotten used to the brash language or easy physical contact of this era. "Um," she said, following Creeper. Noticing the group of strangely-dressed people - they must be heroes; nobody else would wear something quite so ridiculous - she shot Creeper a questioning glance with a nod in their direction, as if to say, Who are they?
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Post by Penny Royals on May 12, 2012 20:02:22 GMT -8
Cupid looked to the lady beside her, and cocked her head.
"Excuse me ma'am," She said, just loudly enough to be heard, "I know I shouldn't ask... but what's wrong?"
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Post by Alastor on May 12, 2012 22:34:36 GMT -8
The sound of a motorcycle could be heard through the streets at the late hour, with a bright shade of green illuminating the street as the bike, as well as the masked rider called Warrior Hopper, patrolled the city.
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Aeon Phoenix, otherwise known as Edmond Radcliffe, sat at the end of the bar in the club. She really can't see through this costume. he thought to himself.
There would be some Sailor Moon reference, considering how he acts almost identically to Tuxedo Mask, had the drunken cat that had given Cupid her powers tagged along. Fortunately, the drunkard Knight Kitty was currently at the girl's home, attempting to figure out how to navigate the out of the cardboard box that he was currently stuck under.
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Post by Penny Royals on May 12, 2012 22:40:14 GMT -8
Cupid had stuck him under there for raiding her parents' liquor cabinet. Again. Right now, at the club, she didn't notice Aeon Phoenix just a few feet behind her, too busy wondering what was wrong with the lady next to her.
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Post by lovely corte on May 12, 2012 23:42:23 GMT -8
Creeper giggled, before his armor platelets covered his entire, armoring his entire frame.
He crunched along the ground, half in a squat-walks.
He giggled, as he approached the dinner. He hopped onto a seat, two-feet hooking onto the sides to perch ontop.
He looked to the television, to the suited men, to the television. He cared not what people saw him do, but he approached the group.
He grinned, sat down with the group, and began to pour all their food onto his own plate, and proceeded to finger-paint.
"So that was a nice thing you did, ova' thar'." Creeper whispered, barely maintaining eye-contact, before he peeked over and waved the Bright Knight overs.
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Post by JW% on May 13, 2012 0:07:18 GMT -8
~Nighthawk's All Night Diner
A waitress stepped out from behind the counter, having just taken the order of the man in the red robes... or maybe it was just a long coat, it was certainly an unusual outfit to say the least.
"Hey there, tonights special is a steak and onion melt with homefries." She told Creeper and Bright Knight with a tired smile. Her nametag read 'Vicky'. "You care for a cup of coffee?"
The group that the Creeper was annoying just looked at their half, or completely finished meals as he started to finger paint with it.
"You should get your own order." The big muscular guy suggested politely. One of his smaller companions simply looked disturbed, like he had still been eating, while the female of the group snorted and left the diner with a brief "duty calls" over her shoulder.
The rest of the patrons maybe spared a glance, most of them were eating quickly, while a few in the booths were lost in each others conversation of stories that probably only meant something to them. At the counter the woman in the leather bomber jacket was watching the television.
"They took me out of context." She told the woman next to her. On screen she was being interviewed, the name 'DreamStar' listed at the bottom. She was wearing some kind of skull cap on screen, but other than that her outfit was unchanged. Thigh high boots, leather bomber jacket that was maybe a size too big for her, and the rest looked to be black body paint with dayglow blue stars on her outer thighs and chest. Compared to that, the person she was addressing was quite modestly dressed in baggy red and yellow fools motley.
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~Pocket D Dance Club
The young woman gave a little start and sniffed, as if trying to clear her nose. From under the hat Cupid could make out almond shaped brown eyes, moist with tears, and pale skin that didn't see the light of day very often.
"Sorry, I'm sorry..." She said, taking her drink and a napkin and touching the napkin to her face to try to clear the tears. "Nothings wrong. I just though... I'm an idiot. I'm a worthless idiot who's a terrible hero..." She sputtered, trailing off into muttering to herself. Then she seemed to notice the drink in her hand, and lifted it up under her veil and drink some of the dark brown fluid. She pinched her eyes shut for a moment.
"Sorry, sorry." She apologized again. With a gesture her glove left a trail of that strange black smoky tendrils, and she sat her glass on that, letting it float in the air so she could offer the gloved hand to Cupid. "I'm GvnegaAsoyv... um... BlackWall." She was pretty clearly trying to smile behind her veil, and it showed in her voice, despite the crack as she pronounced her names translation like she was only barely holding back her tears.
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~Patrolling the City Streets
Away from the 'hang outs' of the city, the population of people who dressed funny was noticeably less dense. In fact, Warrior Hopper could easily imagine himself the only hero in the city as he drove down the streets on his cycle.
Not the only person of course. In the denser sections of the city, such as the city center and the residential areas, there was evening traffic. Cars idling on the freeway and the primary arteries waiting for lights, trying to merge into the flow, and get home after an hard days work at whereever they worked. In the denser areas even Warrior Hopper had to deal with it, the traffic too thick to weave in and out of with his smaller vehicle. Fortunately, he was patrolling the industrial district at the moment, and there was much less traffic. Still a fair number of vehicles on the road, no more than usual for the time and day, but nothing that impeded his travels.
For the most part, it left him alone with his thoughts and inner monologue.
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Post by lovely corte on May 13, 2012 3:14:48 GMT -8
Creeper circled a finger in his potatoe mash and gravy combination. He 'booped' the other man on the face, before he began to paint cat whiskers'.
"You're adowaaable." Creeper giggled. He rested his feet up on the table, taking up much more space than there was.
"Yeah, I'll 'ave a cuppa' love." He nodded, "For all my friends here!"
He arched his back and stretched his arms out, bringing the two closest people in for a hug.
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Post by Penny Royals on May 13, 2012 10:04:53 GMT -8
Cupid took her hand, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you, Black Wall. I'm Cupid. What happened to make you so upset like this though?"
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 13, 2012 19:30:20 GMT -8
"Yes, thank. You," the Bright Knight said, nodding, then making a face as Creeper pulled her into a hug. She had to forcibly remind herself that h was not the scientist or anyone from her era; ptphat physical contact was natural here. ugh, she thought, looking longingly after the woman who had left.
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Post by JW% on May 13, 2012 23:18:59 GMT -8
~Nighthawk's All Night Diner
The big guy in the blue suit laughed and pointed out to his companion what the Creeper had done. "Hey looked, Mashed potato mustache. Mashstache. Must'taters?" He seemed to be none the more disturbed by having an arm wrapped around him for the hug, though the Creeper found the big lug incredibly hard to budge.
The partner however was suitably mortified and glanced around nervously as if expecting the whole place to react. Then passed a napkin.
Unfortunately, the only reaction was Vicky pouring Creeper, Bright Knight, and the rest of the people at the table some cups of coffee.
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~Pocket D Dance Club
"I'm not..." BlackWall paused to sniffle. "I'm not upset. LizardTail is... he's just big a jerk... he... he's right I'm useless..."
The young womans composure broke down again, and she told the story of how she, and a couple other heroes, led by DreamStar, had staked out an aeronautics development lab, assuming that it would be a target for the high tech thieves, the Skyraiders. After a few days, their efforts paid off. The Skyraiders attempted to raid the highrise building from the sky using their jetpacks and hovercycles. The team of heroes clashed mid-air, even though BlackWall couldn't fly, leaving her to sit most of the time on the rooftop and throw her force fields around.
There was clearly more to the story, but at this point BlackWall skipped ahead to pointing out LizardTail, one of the Triumphants. A martial artist with regeneration and gadgets. BlackWall had tried to get an 'in' with the Triumphants and had tried talking to LizardTail here at the Pocket D. "But he said... he said I was useless, and that we were all stupid, and we hurt a bunch of people, dropping jets and stuff on the streets below, and we kinda got in a fight with Johnny Wraith, and, and, an' I can't do anything right!"
((Reason check for Cupid, only partial success: She remembers that Johnny Wraith was one of the founding members of the Triumphants and not being somebody that anyone(who isn't evil) would want to fight. Cupid however doesn't remember LizardTail that well, though he may have been part of the Triumphant team as well. Cupid did not watch the news, which is playing in the diner at the moment telling the same story from a slightly different perspective, so would have no knowledge of the situation besides what BlackWall is telling her between sobs.))
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Post by Anya the Purple on May 14, 2012 5:31:35 GMT -8
The Bright Knight extracted herself from Creeper's hug and took a sip of her coffee, glancing up at the tv screen.
"Dear God, what are those?" she said aloud, pointing. The news was featuring a picture of men on what looked like flying motorcycles.
((Mentioning it here because I just thought of it and it might be relevant if, say, the news is playing with subtitles: Johanna can't read very well. She's only just learning how.))
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Post by Penny Royals on May 14, 2012 5:44:21 GMT -8
Her brow furrowed.
"That's horrible. It's not even your fault, you just can't fly! You'd probably be tons of use actually on the ground or that sort of thing. And... you got into a fight with Johnny Wraith?...How did that go?"
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Post by JW% on May 14, 2012 18:50:27 GMT -8
~Nighthawk's All Night Diner
"They're thieves and killers." DreamStar said, assuming that Bright Knight was referring to the Skyraiders themselves rather than their vehicles. "We had a good strong lead of when and where they would attack, and they did. We stopped them, mostly. A few of the cowards managed to fly away while we were dealing with the damages our battle had caused. But at least they were stopped."
Onscreen there camera showed the damage done at the street level. People on the sidewalk caught unaware as debris and explosives started raining on them. The buildings also had taken a fair amount of damage from the firepower being thrown about at the time.
((It's playing loud enough to hear, so while the lettering might be lost on her, she should be able to pick out the words as long as Creeper or such does not distract her.))
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~Pocket D Dance Club
"Can't fly?" BlackWall paused in her soft sobbing and wiped her face again. "I can't do anything right... I tried my best... and I wasn't there when Johnny Wraith showed up really... He just... well he was at street level, where stuff had fallen, the hover cycles that crashed, chunks of the buildings, and he got in an argument, DreamStar said he was just jealous that we'd foiled the robbery without him, but when I got there with the rest of the team he just took a deep breath and left... he's really fast, just blurred out... and I think he talked to LizardTail and I'm so useless and everyone knows it now..."
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Post by lovely corte on May 14, 2012 22:53:15 GMT -8
"Cheers, love." Creeper said, tipping his mug to the woman. He took a sip, wincing a bit. He visibly turned red.
"Kinda' hot." He said, to himself rather than anyone at the tables. He tipped the mug, upside down, contents of scalding coffee pouring onto his armour-plated crotch.
"Agh. You know that feeling when you've just had -THE- greatest cup of coffee ever?" Creeper said, looking at the others.
"I can take 'em." Creeper said, just to himself, and quietly at that. He appeared to pre-occupied with making spoons stand and forks dance than on anything else, until he snapped as one fell and turned to look at the TVs'.4
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 15, 2012 5:12:18 GMT -8
Financial aid had just comes in, and Annabeth Walker AKA the Inferno Witch was able to pay her apartment bills, while still having enough money left over for groceries. Her dark shadow cast over the sidewalk as she made her way to her destination. No one batted an eye at her dark garb that she wore when she went around as the Inferno Witch, there were even sillier costumes that they ignored. She used to wear a mask, however, after her identity had become public knowledge, there wasn't too much point to wearing it much anymore.
Finding an apartment had been hard enough, as no one wanted to have the Inferno Witch taking up vacancy in their apartments, and Annie understood why, it'd be bad for business, no one would want to rent an apartment where your next door neighbor was known for dangling mutilated corpses off of street lamps.
After being released from prison, she lived with her foster father, John Schroeder, for about five months. Those days were rather awkward, for both John and Annie, he'd come to visit her during her time in prison, but the conversations were visits were somewhat on the short side. The first time he'd come to visit her in prison, they just stared at each other, no one dared speak a single word for the entire visit. John didn't know what to say to her, and neither did Annie, both were terrified of each other. Eventually visiting hours ended and John left, not returning for another two weeks.
That was when he finally spoke, he told her he didn't know who to be more ashamed of; her, or himself for not seeing the signs. This had hurt the most, as John as the closest thing to a parent she'd had since her real parents disappeared when she was nine, and she had hurt him. She had never meant for it to hurt him, she just wanted to make the world a better place, even if it meant using controversial methods.
No. She reminded herself. True, that might've been one reason she was doing it, but there was another: revenge. She was sublimating her want for vengeance on the people that had hurt her and gotten away with it on the criminals of Triumph City. When she looked at the criminals and super villains, she saw them simply getting right back out of jail and hurting more people, and decided to end their reigns of terror permanently. Some praised her for these actions; these people were of course the radicals and others who had festering hatred for the criminals that ruined their lives. She now knew that she was no better than the monsters she killed.
After that, the visits slowly got less awkward, but there was still that air of awkwardness about both of them that followed after her release. When she was finally able to find an apartment, she moved in rather quickly, not wanting to burden John anymore. The two talked rarely now, Annie had a feeling John didn't exactly want anything to do with her anymore, but helped her out of the good in his heart. In Annie's opinion, he was too kind for his own good.
Still to this day, in the eyes of the public, she was still the mass murdering avenger from six years ago. 'She's just hiding it, sooner or later, she'll show her true colors.' 'She's a ticking time bomb, she's going to snap and kill a lot of people.' Anywhere and everywhere she went, people seemed to pause, or freeze up in fear, terrified of her, she didn't blame them, if a shark was swimming around you what would you do? Panic? Be terrified? Swim away? While her image had improved a bit over the two years she'd started to do crime fighting the "right way", people still didn't want to let go of the fact that she used to be a psychopath. She couldn't even get a job, some places didn't even let her come into the shop. This one, thankfully, did.
She she opened the door to The Nighthawk's All Night Diner and took a random vacant seat, and started writing down her grocery list for when the night was over. She looked around to see both Creeper and Bright Knight, as well as some other super heroes eating. Sometimes, Annie would go instead to the dance club, if only to balance out the quietness of her apartment with the loud beat of the DJ's music.
Had anyone told her she'd be going into a diner dominated by super hero personalities, she herself being one, when she was nine years old, she would've scoffed at the idea, saying: "Yeah, it would be cool, but it's not going to happen."
Well, it happened a lot now. When Annie first came to Triumph City, she was taken aback by it, her whole belief system had been crushed by it's magnificence. After a while, she became desensitized to it, and it no longer held as much wonder as before, in fact, one could say it somewhat drained out more of her childhood joy, of which she could only now get from watching reruns of the Thundercats, a show that her father had introduced to her.
After a while, the waitress came over to her table, and she gave her order and then the waitress left.
((This post has taken serious steroids today...))
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Post by Penny Royals on May 15, 2012 20:08:56 GMT -8
"Come on." She debated putting an arm around her. "You've got to be good at loads of things!"
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Post by lovely corte on May 15, 2012 22:28:56 GMT -8
Creeper shifted, his armoured carapace depleting into a single, blue point in his spine. He sat there, instead, in his full scuffed jeans, cowboy boots, t-shirt and jacket.
He scratched at his tattoos, and made a move to brush past the Triumphants or the whatever the fuck they weres. He didn't care, honestly. He felt he was better.
He ran a placed some mash potatoes in his hand, and skimmed a hand through one of the hero's hair, gelling it up, "Guh, fuck ya'. Ya' beautiful now, ya' know that?"
He winked and made a move to shove past.
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Post by JW% on May 15, 2012 23:06:58 GMT -8
(( lovely corte: The group in the Diner is just random superheroes there because the place doesn't mind them. B-list characters. And who's hair did he just put mashed potatoes in? The guy in the blue bodysuit who he put the mustache on? His suit covers his hair. Heck, he's The Tick(and Aurthur and American Maid) making a cameo as just somebody filling out the background you targeted. On the other hand, Creeper could have just targeted Bright Knight or Inferno Witch. Or DreamStar, or her companion(Song Daughter, the girl in the red and yellow jester outfit) or Dark Son(vampire-esque guy in red robes and leathers who's lurking over in the corner). If it's either Inferno Witch or Bright Knight they're going to have to react, so I have nothing to add here yet.)) "Like what?" BlackWall asked, looking at her drink. It had started to sink through the shelf of smoky black tendrils she'd placed it on, so she put her hand under it and let the force field vanish. "My brother is much better at being a hero than I am... I thought I could make a difference here... but I'm no good on my own, and I can't help out a team, and nobody is going to want to be around me anymore..."
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Post by Penny Royals on May 16, 2012 6:42:04 GMT -8
((...Seems all the hilarity's going on at the Diner... xDDD))
"But you seem so nice!" She insisted. "Who's your brother? I bet you he'd say you're useful and good at being a hero. Maybe even have some old newpaper clippings."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 4:07:40 GMT -8
Creeper shifted, his armoured carapace depleting into a single, blue point in his spine. He sat there, instead, in his full scuffed jeans, cowboy boots, t-shirt and jacket. He scratched at his tattoos, and made a move to brush past the Triumphants or the whatever the fuck they weres. He didn't care, honestly. He felt he was better. He ran a placed some mash potatoes in his hand, and skimmed a hand through one of the hero's hair, gelling it up, "Guh, fuck ya'. Ya' beautiful now, ya' know that?" He winked and made a move to shove past. To this, Annie raised her eyebrow. Usually, it was superheroes or supervillains with the clown or jester theme that did this kind of routine (while giving Annie the creeps), but that was probably why Creeper was so unique. For the longest time, Annabeth had to restrain her urge to main or kill Creeper when she learned that he was a former convict of the worst degree, that was until she took a step back and looked at herself. She had been a Sadist, a Sociopath, and a Psychopath. She'd done some horrible things, and had hurt lots of people because of it, but in the end she decided to reform, so what was the difference between her and Creeper? It's easy to go bad, but it's harder to try and redeem yourself, and Creeper had done just that. She finished writing down her list and put it into one of the many pockets that her outfit had and turned to the television, looking at the damage that had been done. This kind of thing was a common mistake for superheroes, one that most tried to avoid as best as they could, as there were always repercussions in the end.
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 4:36:34 GMT -8
((From what I can gather on the seating positions, he was painting the man in the blue suit's face with mash potatoes.))
He coughed into his hands, and dusted his potatoe-ish hands on the skirt of a woman walking by.
She turned and slapped him. Creeper rarely responded, and instead creepily licked her hand as it drifted past. The woman scampered away, obviously detered by this sexually explicit superhero.
Creeper spasmed, before he found hihim///self next to Annie. He was drawn to the woman. She kinda' stood out, even amongst all the bright suits and costumes.
He smiled, a large, dirty, yellow-teethed grin that seemed more rapacious and creepy than welcoming.
He held his dirty hand out to the woman. He blinked his eyes, and scraned his neck, tattooed neck peeking up from his jacket before he slumped back over.
He slipped into a British accent, gently running a hand over his belly, other hand out to the woman, "Hello, miss."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 5:15:07 GMT -8
God knows where that hand has been, and if he does, he's probably repressed it from his memory.
But she knew he was looking for a response, to be horrified, scared, creeped out (Oho, I made a pun, she thought to herself.), and all together disturbed. She denied him that by giving him a somewhat cold look, devoid of emotion, not once breaking it as she reached over and shook his hand out of courtesy.
"Hello Creeper."
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Post by lovely corte on May 17, 2012 5:41:18 GMT -8
He smiled, shaking her hand. He chuckled to himself, and squeezed her hand, before gently stroking his other hand over her hair as he spoke.
"I like whatcha' doin' with this." He said, gesturing in the direction of the woman's hair, "Who does this? It can't be Sheniqua can it? She's doing my hair."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on May 17, 2012 6:06:48 GMT -8
Annie looked at her hair. She kept her hair fastened in a clip behind her head, but it stuck up looking like a bird's tail or something. This made her a bit more self aware of the fact that she should probably get a haircut. Probably take some money out of the bank that she'd saved from each check she got from financial aid.
The way Creeper touched her hair made her feel rather uncomfortable, but she didn't show it, if she did, he'd win, and take that as an initiative to continue. She could start with the gruesome threats, but that would only bait him into trying to instigate a fight, which was the last thing Annie needed right now. She went with a simple request.
"Could you please stop doing that?" she asked in a stern, yet somewhat sweet voice.
She knew that normal methods like this would most likely not work on Creeper. He might think that she's playing hard to get, or he probably get's kicks out of challenges, like that one kid who plays Castlevania III: Dracula's Curse or Ninja Gaiden simply to beat it, and the more times he or she reaches the game over screen, the more and more he wants to beat it, and the more obsessed the kid is with it. Annie would know, she was that kid.
Hopefully, she could manipulate the conversation into her favor, getting Creeper to back off, or at least tone down his...creepiness.
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