Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 10:00:03 GMT -5
Carpenter walked out and into the main hall, observing the chaos going about. Not entirely understanding everything that was going on, she made her way back to a seat by the exit to try to reassess herself. Taking one look at the enormous crowd, she tried her hardest to figure out how she's going to find this contact and bring him in. There were rumors he was working in part with Two-Face and other criminal deviants, she leaned back in the seat as a barmaid came up to her and asked if she wanted anything. Just waving her off and wiping her eyes it was just a simple known fact that he was most likely one of the contestants, no one was leaving just yet, she had to find out soon.
The thought of Pemsworth being the Pug only made her laugh to herself, thinking that she was still possibly hallucinating that. A part of the Vampire wanted to believe that Pugs could talk, but on the other hand, she felt like if they could, they would all probably talk like Peanut.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 18:41:27 GMT -5
Bambi happily kissed the charismatic villain back, but gave a squeak as the lights above them crackled and popped. Wide-eyed, the haughty blond pulled her lips from his to stare up into the blackness above them, as if it would give her insight into what had happened. All she knew was it was her fault.
As her eyes adjusted, the dancer couldn’t help herself, placing a hand on Mark’s shoulder she snuggled back into the futon to get a better look at him. “Say--You’re somebody aren’t you?” To keep the mood going, her hands massaged and stroked the muscles of his neck and shoulders. “Someone bad, you look familiar--hold on” Bambi put a hand up and pushed Mark’s hair back so that it stood out more over his head, as if it was blowing in the wind or stuck upright from static.
The wicked little smile she sent up at him once realization hit her was as dangerous as it could be. “ There you are, naughty boy.” A leg moved up his outer thigh and hooked around his leg to pull his body closer.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 14:52:30 GMT -5
Mark chuckled to himself, before leaning in to kiss her full lips once more, “Why? You a fan?” He asked shuffling underneath the covers before his pair of pants flew out from the darkness. “Is this how you imagine meeting me? Or do I have a bigger head than I can squander?” It was strange how she could tell who he was better in the dark than before in the bar, arguably more sober than she was at this point after a pitcher of beer. “Feeling proud you were able to seduce a Central City Rogue, yet?” he asked ripping off his own shirt, and tossing it to the side of the futon.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 18:21:32 GMT -5
Bambi simply moaned and wriggled to get closer to his body heat, she was tickled pink that he was who she thought he had been. “Mmm, proud?” Her hands slid down to his chest and simply stayed put, enjoying the hard texture of muscle and a little chest hair. “Maybe I am, is it hard to seduce a Weather Wizard?”
She’d be lying if she said she never bothered to learn about costumed villains; they were the kind to go after girls like her and knowing them ensured she would live longer. Becoming a statistic was not in Bambi’s plans for the future.
She’d seen a 60 Minutes special on the Central Rogues, the hobby of studying villains bleeding over to other cities; though she had never expected one of them to fall into her lap. Almost literally.
One hand moved to stroke his hair as she peppered soft kisses along his strong jawline. “Can’t say I thought I’d get to meet you in person. The mug shots don’t do you justice” She laughed as she pet his head affectionately. “Also can’t say I’m too impressive in comparison. But at least I’ve got an alias too”
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2015 0:11:14 GMT -5
A group of patrol cars moved to park outside of Chico's Autoshop. An anonymous tip had been received that an event of illegal nature had been going on in the basement. Ten officers had been assigned to deal with this little operation. Their source had been kindly enough to hand over a flyer and some key information about the event. This is why they had a sound reason to send officers. They knew for sure that there was some kind of robo fight or something along the lines of that in the basement. An illegal betting event that's for sure. Four officers took the first entrance into the basement, four took the other entrance. They would enter, guns and flashlights drawn and break up the event. Maybe snag a few of the offenders if they had the chance. However they knew Park-Row was dangerous so two officers waited outside by the patrol cars just in case something were to go awry.
Without waiting another second, the two groups of four GCPD officers breached the doors that lead into the basement, spreading out as they entered. There were a lot of people. The smell of liquor and sadness littered the air. So their source was a good one. But who would want to crash this little robot fight party? Gambling and betting were going on in a unlicensed environment. They were also most likely selling alcohol without a permit. Many offenses for this unlawful group of people.
The four officers entered from both sides.
"GCPD, DON'T MOVE!"
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 8:45:40 GMT -5
Carpenter perked up looking about as the scene began to escalade at the presence of the cops. Several of the more inebriated patrons began to dart everywhere which way, some attempting to hide or scatter. Perhaps in a vein attempt to hide from the fuzz, or maybe it was to find a weapon to defend themselves.
Now sober, and returning her stance back to a relaxed state, the Vampire huffed to herself and shook her head. Four years, huh? Looks like that record was now coming to a complete stop, someone must have tipped them off; for the most part it seemed like there was an understanding between people here, any cops that had been involved were usually paid off in operations like this, not that Carpenter knew the inner workings of this place. She had only wished she now had a drink to drown out the yelling from both parties, knowing she was in the clear because she had her Justice Society credentials on her. Instead, she opted to lean against the table and observe the ongoing chaos that was ensuing. She even looked for Byron to see his reaction; it would surely be one of the greatest things Carpenter would see tonight, apart from a talking pug.
Crossing her legs and exhaling a yawn, the vampire was only satisfied enough to know if anyone happened to glance at her, the infectious yawn got to them too.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 15:45:04 GMT -5
It took about five seconds for the already wild party to grow chaotic. People shouted and yelled, pushing and shoving to try and pour out of the building, the massive crowd surged on the officers as all manner of debauchery was hastily cast aside for a confused and hopefully quick escape.
Despite the chaos, several people were standing stock still with their hands held high above their heads. These people ranged from go-go dancers to bouncers, and most noticeable out of these people were Byron, who continued to smile and held his coat out wide; almost like a set of little wings, to show he was unarmed.
He knew how this went, this was not the first time their event had been broken up by the Pigs and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. His people were well trained in passive arrests and would not struggle against the GCPD, though one slender dancer did slink back through the crowd towards the back rooms.
Two people who held heavy, complex looking controllers began to twiddle and manipulate their fingers over buttons and toggles. One of the robots who had been positioned in the ring began to whir and click before it formed what could only be called a turret.
It opened fire on the GCPD, heedless of the crowd, there were screams and three people fell to the floor, only to be trampled by the panicked spectators.
The other robot sprang from the form of a strange looking crab to a shaky, poorly formed stick figure. It swayed and swaggered as it ejected blades from it’s arms and began swinging wildly at the first boy in blue it encountered.
The commotion was not lost on Peanut or Kevin, the latter of which was grabbing a heavy black backpack full of ill gotten funds and strapping it to his back. “Jigs up Mr.P!” The pug was unmoved and gave a little yip, smacking his paw on the ground to gesture for the teen to sit on the floor. Kevin did so, but was growing increasingly antsy.
The dancer jogged into the room just as the teen’s backside hit the cement floor. “Mr.Pemsworth. The GCPD has broken up the fights, it’ll be best for you to head out now while they are busy with the spectators”
Peanut had anticipated Byron sending one of his personal staff to inform them of the commotion, be could never trust Kevin as the boy was far too paranoid despite his lackadaisical nature.
“Tank you Gradie” [Thank you Gracie] Peanut gave a huff and turned to Kevin, who was looking to and from the dancer and the dog shiftily; if Peanut could roll his eyes enough for it to be obvious he would have. “Kebin. Git my harness on. We are going foor a walk” [Kevin. Get my harness on. We are going for a walk].
The teen eagerly complied, strapped the backpack on fully and rushing to the nearby sofa to grab a leash and harness. The dancer stood quietly, waiting for the pug to acknowledge her, remarkably calm considering the circumstances; but she had been working for Byron for years.
This was not new and she had seen stranger things than a talking pug.
Eventually, Peanut did acknowledge the girl as Kevin fitted him with his neon blue halt-y. “Tank you Mizz. Pyron’s share weel be abailiball when he gits parol” [Thank you Miss. Byron’s share will be available when he gets parol].
The dancer nodded then turned to walk back out to the hallway, not willing to go out to the main floor where there was now gunfire.
Peanut and Kevin, who held the leash attached to the pug, were exiting out of the basement exit, a series of bilco steps led to an empty alley behind the Lil Chico Autoshop. The hope was to escape notice long enough to not be suspected of being apart of the Brawls.
They had an alibi and could only hope that the cops hadn’t gotten to the back of the building yet.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 13:37:40 GMT -5
It must have been two hours since they had walked into Cold's temporary warehouse, on the East Side of Gotham. The blankets had been strewn across the floor, no longer on the futon, but Cold's bed, in retrospect, it probably wasn't such a good idea to try doing it there. They had tried the floor, the kitchen, the garage, and the only logical step was his bed. He would understand. Hopefully.
He took a long drag out of a cigarette then offered it to Bambi, "We're pretty damn good at this. What do you want to do now?" Mark asked, then sat up, as if his ears perked up; as if Cold was coming through the door now. Though it was police sirens and the Central Rogue could have swore he left his wand in the refrigerator when they went after the two sticks of butter. That, and anyone busting through the doors while he was naked wasn't exactly the most desired of situations. Sweat made the dampened blankets stick to his skin and he could feel his heart excellerate like he was getting chased by the Flash. "You know what?" Mark asked, picking her up by her arm, "Let's get dressed and we can fool around while I drive us around town."
He smiled and guided her to what little clothes they had scattered across the warehouse, his wand from the oven (how did it even get there?) and hopped into the rental--or at least Mark thought it was a rental; perhaps Cold "borrowed" it from some chump--and ignited the car, cruising outside of the perimeter the police were excavating. Slow and steady, just to get out of the immediate sign of danger that the cops often had. Sure it was probably safe in the warehouse, but being Weather Wizard, he'd rather avoid all confrontation as much as possible.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 23:08:33 GMT -5
"Shots fired, we have shots fired!" The officers of the GCPD scrambled for whatever cover they could possibly find. At least their weapons were already drawn. They started to return fire at the turrets and those who were controlling these machine monstrosities. A few of the officers got hit but it was lucky for them that they wore bullet-proof vests. Even then there could be substantial damage to a few of the officers. The ammunition that these turrets had seemed strong enough to punch holes through whatever cover that was available to the police. So they had to be extremely careful and provide suppressing fire to try and deactivate these robots. They aimed for the controllers. Those seemed to be large and clunky. Perhaps if they manage to wreck the controllers then the robots would at least stop firing a hail of bullets.
It was simple enough where at the beginning of this raid where those who were spectators probably could have gotten away by running. It was dark, there was a big crowd. There was no way that the GCPD would be able to capture everyone. Now it turned into a fire-fight that could end up with a loss of life. Even if that was the outcome that should be avoided, at least the Officers were trained in what they were doing. While the GCPD was returning fire one of the officers grabbed his radio and tried to reach dispatch.
"I repeat we got shots fired! Send more guys and a bus pronto!" (Bus is another word for ambulance used commonly in NYC and other Eastern United States cities)
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 8:20:38 GMT -5
Kevin moved as swiftly as he could without pushing Peanut too hard, the little dog was practically running to keep up with his strides, but he did not complain as he knew that they had to clear the building before they were seen, lest they be arrested and their precious loot confiscated.
The greasy teen gulped as moved them through the empty hallways, eventually coming to an exit that was for the most part; abandoned. “Here we go Mr.P. We can start walkin’ slow when we get to the street” The pug wheezed and merely gave a nod, as he was struggling to breath and talking would be a waste of precious air. The last thing either of them needed was for the pug to pass out due to lack of oxygen.
They made it to the bilco steps and Kevin fumbled for a ring of keys that would unlock the basement doors padlock.
Meanwhile, in the arena room; the chaos persisted. The combatant who controlled the blade wielding stick-figure was clipped in the shoulder by a stray bullet. Falling to the ground and writhing in pain, the controller clattered off and broke as feet trampled it; but instead of shutting down the robot merely went berserk, flailing and teetering around until it’s delicate parts were pierced and destroyed by the hail of bullets fired at it.
The turret was made of sterner stuff however, and though it dented and pieces shredded off of it, it remained in tact. It’s owner was hiding behind an upturned sofa, tapping away wildly as he shouted expletives at the police.
-----
Bambi was tired and warm, they were damn good at it, a proud smile lingered on her flushed features as she let their shared cigarette dangle from her lips. She stretched out on their borrowed bed and she ruminated on his question. What DID she want to do now?
It seemed like he wasn’t going to give her the option though, as he hauled her out of the bed and pulled her over to her scattered clothes. The blonde slipped into what little she had, and even borrowed one of Colds long T-shirts to give herself something warmer (ironic) and more prudent to walk outside in than a string bikini.
Bambi trailed lazily after Mark, smiling as she spat out the spent cigarette, climbing into the rental and curling up into a cozy little ball in the seat. She didn’t seem at all concerned about the nearby cops, it was honestly a matter of time until the police busted up Byron’s little game.
At this point it was almost tradition for the night to be ruined by the GCPD.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 9:43:03 GMT -5
Carpenter managed to work her way across the chaos, meandering around the panicking bystanders and officers of the law to behind the bar. She found herself a cup, while the shouting and screaming persisted and poured herself a draft of Amber Bock. It was smooth and bubbly, the drink calmed her already sleepy nerves. Then the shooting began. The vampire sipped her beer and looked about the officers and the robots with half opened eyes; no one paid any mind to her as she decided whether or not she was going to help or not. Carpenter decided she was going to finish her beer and figure it out after she's done.
She noticed several cops taking bullets and dragging their injured partners behind cover; it wasn't that Noelle didn't have any more empathy, she felt the need to calm herself before doing anything irrational. As long as they didn't have any silver bullets, she was sure that she was fine. Although, her friend Eva explained the science behind why a silver bullet is impossible to fire, it was still a lingering thought in the back of her mind.
A stray bullet clipped Carpenter's forehead, she sighed. She was far too durable for the caliber of bullets it was using to affect her. The woman knocked her drink back and crushed the glass in her hands. Shaking herself in a moment of self preparation, and rolling her head along her shoulders, she opened her eyes and she was ready.
Jumping onto the bar and crushing the fiberglass beneath her feet, she extended her arms and flung out her claws, showing off her fangs, she took a giant leap into the stage with the robot firing it's Gatling. Carpenter took a few hits, but the most damage that was done to her was probably on her clothes. Bullets pinged off her as the vampire crushed the cylinders of barrels between her hands, then continued to rip out the mini-gun, tossing it behind her.
Picking up a discarded blade from the robot that fell only a few moments ago, Carpenter shoved it into a mess of wires and chips, digging her feet into the scraps of twisted metal and broken barrings. Oil and gasoline began leaking from tubes and the only thing that stopped her from trashing the machinery any further was the sense to find the culprit who controlled the monstrosity.
She stood up from her work and looked at the police, as they poked their heads from behind cover to see the crazy lady jump into a hot situation. "Okay..." She said, to them, "I'm finished."
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
Last Edit: Oct 30, 2015 16:55:36 GMT -5 by Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 12:21:01 GMT -5
Passing the cars with the flashing sirens, the sound of rattling bullets came from inside the auto shop. “Is that shooting? Jesus, they’re shooting at each other!” Mark felt that he wanted to go in and stop the commotion, but at the same time, he had a flight in mind. He had no stake in their fight; it was merely an instinctual reaction. The sound was of a small gatling gun firing off in a continuous stream could be heard.
No way a few dead beat cops came in with a gatling; Mark made the choice to just stick to his original plan, and kept driving. Driving, in silence, waiting, even crossing the bridge into Central Gotham. Just quiet from avoiding any issues that were real.
It felt good.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 22:04:27 GMT -5
The GCPD was under fire, the situation was much to intense for them to pay much attention to who was fleeing. After a while they saw this young woman take apart that weapon like it was nothing. This was odd, they have never seen anything like it. However this was Gotham city. Stuff like that happened all the time. Once the guns were stopped the GCPD calmly spread out and captured who was still around. Two officers were wounded critically by the gattling guns. The GCPD officers that were around the woman looked dumbfounded. They didn't say anything. They just let her go. She was doing nothing wrong. If she was, they were still too surprised to do anything.
After things calmed down the GCPD swept the area, capturing who they could. Starting their routine of questioning. Mostly about who started the shooting. They counted a total of three wounded and two dead. Including one officer. A cop died tonight, that was bad for whoever started firing on the law. Now they'd just have damage control. It has already been a long night.
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2015 20:59:31 GMT -5
People steered clear of Carpenter as she moved through the chaos to get herself a drink, as the crowds left the screaming died down and all that was left were the injured or dead.
The turrets' creator jabbed at buttons as the robot ceased to function, overkilled by some weird bald chick who was probably a vampire--the nerd with the large speced out atari controller couldn’t tell over the din.
The turret was nothing but debris now, all the delicate and intricately placed wires and parts nothing more than a messy smear on the arena floor. With its demise so the carnage ceased, all that filled the air now was the groans and shouts of the remaining officers and spectators.
Byron had taken cover, but now stepped out from behind the bar (hands still above his head) overly big jacket now discarded. “Crazy mother fu---I am not affiliated with that man!”
Looking around, Byron Von Bootycatcher heaved a sigh at the mess his event had become. He let himself be roughly arrested and dragged out of the building, along with who remained of his staff. He noticed Bambi was gone and he knew Peanut and Kevin had gotten out, those two looked too normal to really be considered part of this crowd anyway.
At least he hoped the GCPD hadn’t nabbed them off the streets, what a pain in the ass that would be.
--- Fortunately for Byron, Kevin and Peanut had made it to street level before they even caught a sight of any Officers. Slipping out the back and walking down a dark alley that lead out to the street parallel to where all the boys in blue were located.
They circled around the block until eventually they headed back to join the other spectators at the scene of the mass arrest. Peanut’s idea, as Kevin wanted to just head back to Mrs. Nesbitt’s house and forget the whole thing.
Peanut observed as the dead, injured and arrested were all taken out of the building in a slow procession of what could be best described as a ‘bad fucking time’. He had to shake his head at the sight of the bagged and tagged, it was never his intention to get civilians killed.
At least he made $35,000. That sure was nice.
---
Bambi perked up, still sleepy and lethargic she listened for the gunshots and gave a shrug when a few pops sounded off in the distance. “Baby, this isn’t a unique event. It’s a rare night there isn’t some sort of shooting in this neighborhood” It didn’t seem to phase the escort, who shivered and pulled her stolen shirt closer to her body, tucking her legs against her chest up under the top; stretching it out carelessly. “Don’t think we really need to worry about it. We’re not there and there’s no reason to go back unless you’re feeling altruistic”
|
|
Deleted Member
Deleted
Registered On: May 5, 2024 12:52:10 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 0
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 14:36:43 GMT -5
The vampire dropped what scrap metal seemed to be glued to her hands and she looked about for the person controlling the machine. She couldn’t figure out just who was doing it, not until Byron was pointing him out. Sonovabitch. She ran over to the assailant and flipped the couch over, grabbing the punk by his shirt and lifting him over her head. Carpenter wasn’t happy, she held her fist poised to punch through his skull; “You have any idea what you just did!? Were you even thinking!?” She screamed at him, just as a cop held onto her arm to pull her away.
Carpenter snarled at the operator and tossed him on the ground. “Not worth it. You guys can have him.” She said through her teeth and walked out of the autoshop.
|
|