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Post by superboy on Jul 14, 2011 17:51:26 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for my lateness work has been hell bent Dx also I appologize for the short RP Im not feeling it today but I owe you two a post.
"My apartment” was all the hero needed to hear. Time was short, and he needed to hurry.
"is it pointless to ask you to try and be inconpicuous?" she asked.
“I don’t even know what the word means… but if you’re asking to be sneaky… I can do that. Super speed, it’s what we need. I need coordinates to the apartment, QUICK!” Superboy rushed. He was blunt, but with good reason, he had a life to save.
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Post by charlie on Jul 14, 2011 20:32:14 GMT -5
**SKIP AGAIN.. I'll rp Charlie when at the apartment where she wakes up**
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Post by k on Jul 15, 2011 20:15:52 GMT -5
[/b] Babs asked. "I guess we'll find out," she added. She showed Superboy the co-ordinates on the small device and looked across at him again. "We're close," she added. It wouldn't take them long to get to the apartment, but every second was so precious. Her gaze travelled down towards Charlie again, watching her as she breathed, intent on making sure she was still alive. Babs thought for a second the breathing had stopped, but it had been a mere trick of the eye and she saw Charlie's chest rise yet again slowly. Babs sighed heavily and looked back at Superboy. They were against the clock now. [OOC: Sorry, so short too!][/ul]
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Post by superboy on Jul 16, 2011 0:01:18 GMT -5
Superboy nodded. “I can work with that.”With that he quickly carried the body of misfit in one hand and batgirl in the other as he was sure she had at least some medical skill or some sort of training to help her deal with the situation. That was the only benefit of being as strong as superboy. Nothing could harm you, so agility isn’t really needed, however, normal people break. They lose limbs, they shed blood. Superboy doesn’t so he could never understand.
Within a matter of seconds, after a rush of the night air past him, he arrived at Batgirl’s apartment. “This is you lair?” Superboy asked. Clutching misfit close with a firm grip but still gentle with her soft body. He had to wait for batgirl to make room to lay her down and allow her to work her magic at medicine. “Your going to be okay…” superboy whispered to the unconscious body.
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Post by charlie on Jul 16, 2011 8:27:06 GMT -5
Thud! It sounded within her skull. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was heat against her face, a pipe on fire, pain and something about bats. She was stuck in the limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness. She could barely control her eyes in her head, but she was slightly beginning to come too. That was until she would slip back under. It was the friggin mental roller coaster and it was actually making her feel sick. But officially, her eyes drifted open at a light on the ceiling. They were off the alley thankgod, and she felt a mixture of pain and nausea. She felt like dying, seriously. The pain over her head and her body was unbareable and awakening, she had the words of Super Boy running through her mind. ..Are you okay... Great question; was she?
She was half conscious, not enough to bounce but anyway. Bouncing isn't just physical, it is mental. If she isn't in focus, either she can't trigger her power or it malfunctions. Looking into his eyes, she tried to smile. The taste of blood was in her mouth as she laid in his arms. It seemed to be the best and worst night ever, but she could barely think. She was barely awake, it felt like a dream. But the pain was very real. Limply putting her hand on her head, she felt the dampness and the split in her head. Knowing it, she began to panic. Tilting her head back, she looked to Batgirl. Now she was going into shock.
"Batgirl?". Tears ran as her sobs got shakey. "What - What hap -", she couldn't breath properly as she sobbed in pain. But then she felt her leg, and looking down she saw it. It was crushed and a fragment of bone was out of the skin and it looked disgusting. Flesh ripped and her tights were stained with blood. She then screamed. She couldn't touch the leg, but then she closed her eyes and screamed more. "Oh - Oh my god. What -". Charlie was speechless. She tried to bounce, but it wouldn't work at the moment. But she was in such pain that she could have killed someone. It wasn't anyone's fault, it was hers. If only she had got the timing right, then she wouldn't be in that condition. But she was shaking in shock because not only was she a potential vigilante, but she was a 14 year old girl turning 15 in a month. It was too much for her to cope with.
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Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jul 16, 2011 22:00:02 GMT -5
(ooc: hope you all don't mind me stepping in)
While in the back room at the end of the hall, Dick had been working on the computer system. Things in Gotham were getting pretty tight. he had noticed there were more police around than usually. There was a lot of complaining going on lately within the criminals of Gotham as well as some citizens. He hacked into a few systems and tried to look at some files, but hadn't had any luck with getting through them. Usually it wasn't all that difficult to get to the police systems. Something was definitely going on in Gotham.
Dick heard someone come through the front door, he just shrugged it off figuring it was just Babs getting back from where ever she had gone out. He had planned of going out later that night. But then, he heard other voices and could hear what sounded like a young girl crying and calling out about something. It was some what muffled by the door being closed. Standing up and heading for the door, Dick pressed a button along the wall to hide the equipment he had been working on. The systems within the penthouse were coming along to hide all the vigilante stuff securely.
Limping, Dick had left the crutches out in the living room propped up against the doorway to the kitchen. He had planned on getting ready and heading out as Nightwing, but now really wanted to see what was going on. He opened the door and limped his way down the hall. Wincing a bit at his right leg as he avoided putting too much weight on it.
He quietly made his way down the hall pass Babs' room and the training room and now stood at the corner of the hall entering the living room. Dick leaned against the wall to his left to help take the weight off his right leg, still sporting the ace wrap on it up to his knee. Though only the end of the wrap could be seen on his foot since he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt.
He looked into the livingroom and saw Babs in her Batgirl suit and two other in the room. He could see the young girl's face as she lay on the couch and recognized her as Misfit. He remembered running into her in an alley one time not to long ago. He had also recognized the guy standing in the room as well. It was Superboy.
"Actually, this in my lair," Dick had answered the question he had heard Superboy ask when they had first come in before Misfit had started crying out. He took a few more hobbling steps toward the scene before him and peered over the couch and saw the injury that Misfit was crying about. He grimaced at the sight of it. He wasn't sure what exactly happened, but by looking around at everyone, it looked like that had gotten into something more than your average street fight.
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Post by k on Jul 16, 2011 22:22:38 GMT -5
[/b] she told him. "Bandages, stitches, painkillers - whatever we took from the Batcave... I don't how serious the head trauma is. We shouldn't have even moved her from the alley but we had no choice. I think I can fix this, or at least enough so she can fix it herself by her teleporting..." Babs said, speaking so fast it was virtually impossible to detect what she was saying. Luckily Dick had known her for long enough and was probably able to understand the general idea of Babs' almost incoherent babble. Either way, the fact medical equipment was essential right now was probably just a given anyway. Babs turned back to Charlie and crouched beside the couch, looking down at her. "Charlie, you've had an accident... I'm going to help, okay," Babs said calmly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you..." Babs trailed off and glanced back up to see where Dick was. Everything was becoming so very urgent now and she needed everyone to help.[/ul]
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