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Post by bane on Mar 10, 2011 15:02:45 GMT -5
Before Bane could answer Jane's question on how to contact him, their meeting was interrupted by a heavy thudding sound, mixed in with snarls and growls coming from the hallway. He pulled his mask back over his face once more as Killer Croc's giant, scaly form entered the kitchen. He spotted Bane, shouting his name. He shouted his name, and it filled Bane with empowerment, that Croc felt such strong hate for him. Soon Batman would be screaming Bane's name, but not in hatred, but in fear and defeat. He would be broken.
In rage, Croc grabbed a nearby table and tossed it across the room, the furniture splintering against the wall as the peices fell into a ruined heap on the tile floor. Jane Doe voiced her displeasure at this interruption, causing Croc to rage even further. Bane stood by and watched as Croc turned his anger toward Doe, grabbing a kabob and binding her hands and feet. Croc had always had a problem with his emotions, or lack thereof. He had a rather twisted mindset, his thoughts distorted by the reptilian tendencies his body had adopted. While he was distracted with Doe, Bane pumped more Venom into his system, a large dose this time. Previously it had been a small amount so that he could make the cold swim to the prison grounds and get inside easily, but now he could see that a fight was very possible now.
Croc turned around to face Bane, but in that time Bane had closed the gap between them. He reached out and grabbed Croc, planting a headbutt firmly on Croc's forehead and tossed him to the other side of the room, his muscles now bulging, his body toned with gargantuan strength. Between Croc and Jane Doe, Bane did not like either choice. Croc wanted to kill him and he did not trust Jane. Knowing her, she probably wanted to kill him as well, just that she was not as straightforward about it as Croc was. He grabbed Jane and tossed her toward Croc, keeping them both in his line of sight now.
"This is about Batman! Croc, I've already broken your arms once. Don't make me do it again, or else I'll more a few more things to drive home my point. The other prisoners are probably trying to make their way towards Gotham by now. I suggest you two do the same. We're all after the same man, after all." He started to leave the room, but turned to Jane. "And Jane, I know how you think. Do not try to cross me...or you will be dealt with just as Batman will be."
He left them alone, exiting the kitchen and left the prison hall, stepping out into the outer prison compound. The lights of the city were in the distance and he could see prisoners already climbing the fense and swimming to Gotham's shore. Underneath his mask he smiled.
Everything was going perfectly. It was all working out just as he had planned. Soon Gotham would dive into chaos, then he would strike the darkest part of the city: Arkham Asylum.
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Post by doe on Mar 10, 2011 23:24:40 GMT -5
Jane was annoyed.
Very annoyed.
The fact that she was tossed around by not just one but two giants infuriated her. Bane’s threat did not affect her though. She could easily take over a man who relied primarily on a liquid that pumped through his veins. She noticed how his strength increased when he increased the liquid. He was dependent on it. She was dependent on it. She needed the drug. She needed it to be confident.
Her hands were wrapped in some make shift handcuffs. These prevented her from her future life. Nothing could prevent her from her future life. She press the front of her wrist to avoid the main vein hard against the metal. The pain was hardly noticeably. Any pain against this body did not deserve notice. Only when she had a life could pain be noticed. She felt wetness traveling down her arm and knew it was blood. She used the blood from the front of her wrist to wipe it along the rest of it. Her skin became slicker moving easily against the metal. She then forced her hands out of the bent kabob sticks by wiggling them back and forth.
Once her bloody hands were free she glanced down at her feet. The problem with bending kabob metal was that you greatly weaken it. She already noted the crack in the bent corner. Her hand gripped the metal and forced the metal stick to bend just enough. She wasn’t strong enough that she crush it so easily, but she was strong enough to open a little more space to slip her feet out without blood. However, she got lucky and the metal actually snapped. Croc should learn to handle things more gently. With her feet free, she stood up. Her prison uniform drenched with even more blood. She could chase after Bane and bother him with more questions, but at this point she needed skin. She needed a life. She had been Jane Doe for too long.
“Please don’t speak to me again,” she said coldly to the animal before walking towards the door in search of her life.
She was Keith Richards.
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Post by redhood on Mar 11, 2011 0:33:36 GMT -5
Clark was within his apartment in Gotham. Laying on his bed with his glasses reading a book that he enjoyed while he had time off being Superman. His lamp was on to give him some lighting to read better. He fliped several pages as he was finishing them up to move onto a new chapter. The book he was reading was grabbing his interest as it seem like it was getting good of a climax to him.
He saw a bookmark on his nightstand and grabbed it placing it in the book to keep up with his place. He closed up the book and sat it down on the stand as he got up walking towards the window opening the shades to the sides viewing the dark looking little to none people out. It seem smart since there were bad people out there who would rob, kill, steal or doing any of those things just for fun of it. He closed it up as he was done giving off a yawn signaling that he was sleeply already. He accidently stepped on his remote which was on the floor on his side of the bed when he was walking towards it.
The T.V switched itself on thanks to his foot and the news was on. Clark couldn't help but watch as he sat down at the foot of the bed. The news reporter was pancking. Stating that the Blackgate Penitentiary was in chaos. Clark stood up fast taking watching on. The news reporter was stating that there was a breakout and various Criminals, Thevives, Murders, rapists and thugs who were running around amok. Clark couldn't believe how that could of happen. He didn't know who was even being this mess.
The camera was showing all different looking convicts who were appearing swimming or standing around the island. Clark got infomation on that it was located on a small Island. The camera then showed a bulk looking man with veins that seem huge and tightly packed like he lift weight his whole life with a mask outside on the island land nearby the water from the city. The news reporter was saying this is just out of control. "I need to stop this and get of of those criminals back into jail."
Clark knows who if this goes on longer, those convicts would soon make they're way to the city and destroy anything in they're path. Clark turn off the T.V as he had finally heard enough and went into bathroom. As coming out, he was in his Superman suit with his glasses left on the bathroom counter. He had a serious look on his face. He quickly opened his window and hovered outside closing it behind him with one hand without looking. After that, he fly as fast as he can towards the island where he appeared within no time seeing the news crew standing by them looking at the criminals in the water who spotted him and started to get scared and turn back to Blackgate as he stand with his arms folded giving an angry look.If anyone wants to come into the city, they would have to stop or pass him first. Clark kept his eyes locking on every single person especially the man with the tubes on his head.
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Post by doe on Mar 11, 2011 23:56:26 GMT -5
Keith adjusted the button of his blue security guard uniform before fixing his hat. He then looked back at the bleeding male corpse on the ground. He had more important things to do then focus on the past….like getting out of here alive. His boys needed him. His wife needed him.
He opened up the closet to the hallway full of prisoners shouting and escaping. Keith didn’t quite understand why, but they all were avoiding him. Jane understood though. They had seen. They had seen it all. Jane touched the skin on her face one more time making sure it was there before once again transforming into Keith.
Keith ran. He ran to the exit and quickly escaped the prison using his badge. He felt guilty that he was giving up, but he was only one man. He couldn’t handle something so huge. He had already witnessed two of his co workers die. He didn’t want to die. When the fresh air hit his face he felt a small ounce of relief…until he noticed some prisoners also running through the gate. Gotham would be destroyed by all these sociopaths. Oh his family! He had to get home. He had to make sure they were safe.
He started to run and as he ran he glanced up in the sky.
Superman.
Keith felt relief and happiness. Thank you! Thank you for coming! He silently pleaded.
Jane felt suspicion and caution. She would make it pass him. He was looking for prisoners of course, not security guards.
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Post by bane on Mar 13, 2011 0:36:12 GMT -5
Bane moved toward the place that he had used to make his entrance to the prison compound. He opened the case, pulling the grenade launcher out of its case and loaded a few explosive rounds. He walked back to the open area where he had just been, the various wards encircling the area. He looked up as a light flooded the darkness, the warbling of a helicopter approaching fast. It was a news chopper, having beaten the police chopper. Bane chuckled, finding this observation amusing, to say the least. If they wanted a story, he would give it to them. He raised the grenade launcher and fired a round at the chopper, the helicopter exploding in a ball of flames. The sky was illuminated in an orange fireball, both the police on the other side of the water and the prisoners looking up to observe the spectacle. Bane knew now would be the best time to go.
He pointed the launcher toward the city, expelling the rest of the grenades at an angle into the sky, then dropped the launcher to the ground, breaking into a run toward the loading dock where the prisoners were delivered. A small patrol boat lay alone in the docking area. Bane approached the check-in station, kicking in the door. He saw a wall of keys and looked back at the boat, reading the identification number on the back. He grabbed the corresponding key off of the wall and ran back to the boat, starting it up. He knew where he needed to go, and turning on the lights would just bring attention to himself, so when the boat started up, he simply pulled away from the dock covered in darkness, then made his way toward the city.
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Last Edit: Mar 20, 2011 23:10:34 GMT -5 by harlequin
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Post by redhood on Mar 20, 2011 22:56:11 GMT -5
Clark took the time to observed the situation that was going on at hands. Walls on the building that was on the island, all smashed and broken up by various criminals. It seems like they were crazed animals destroying whatever is there path. They assume since guards can't do too much that they're freedom is here. In Clark's eyes, they could try and guess again.
He noticed several Gotham police officers came close to him on the edge of the city watching just like he was. They had they're guns out and ready to shoot. Very few bystanders looking on close by as well. Clark walked back behind to give a talk to those bystanders. He raised his arms forward trying to gather the crowd back. "Please go home. I don't anyone get hurt." Most people were excited that Superman was right in front of them.
He turned around walking front of the edge talking to the police now. "Don't need to shoot to make more bloodshed as there is." He knew blood has already been spilled thanks to the convicts that was. "Here's what I'll do, I'll scoop the criminals and bring them to you while some of you can hold the citizens back from danger." The police seem like they know what Clark was speaking.
When the crowd shouted "Look up there!" While pointing, Clark looked up and saw what was a grenade round at the helicopter destroying it upon impact. Clark showed disgruntled on his face as it just happened. He looked at the Island to see the man with tubes had shot that round killing innocent people who were in that chopper. Clark took up to the skies placing his hands on what was left helicopter so it wouldn't drop down killing anyone who was in the way of it. As he descended gently setting it on the ground in an open area by the city.
He heard what it sounded like more shots of that particular grenade round still intact not hitting nothing yet. He looked as he realized it was aiming for several places in the city. Clark know he would lose that man if he chases the missiles but, he had to save lifes. He run then jumped high enough in the air flying towards the missiles as he turned his head seeing that man fleeing. He intermediately grabbed on missile with some force to stop it but still active on exploding.
He charged at another one getting it with his other hand. He did a circle up in the air turning around away from the city towards the water. Once he got close he let them go. Clark lifted his arm over his face from the force to those missiles while the water raise up high from how big the detonate of it was. He high tailed as there was two more left. He zoomed grabbing one as tossed it at the other while it was still being airborne. He got blown away as he was near the radius.
He flew down crashing into the ground skidding. He got up with dirt on him. "Those might be grenade bombs but they weren't no ordinary ones."As he knew regular ones wouldn't phase him but these were different much more stronger. He couldn't put his finger on what kind or type it was. He flew onto the island looking at the criminals. "Give yourselves up before I make you."The way they reacted it looked like they definitely know who he was and were scared to tangle with him. His presences makes few of them trembled.
Clark had one inmate running at him with a knife attempting to cut him up. To the man's knowledge, it bent like a ring. Clark grabbed his hand dropping it as he squeeze it not much to break his hand with him on his knees. Clark faced the City side and signal his hands for police to come over and arrest the remaining immates on this island as he was here to wrap things up as police boats were moving in. The convicts on the outside started to act well and waited to be arrested after Clark's words.
The criminals might be crazy and insane but they know where Superman stand if they get out of hand. As Clark stand not doing nothing but can say babysitting, the police with gear came handcuffing the convicts up. Few into straight jackets. Clark walked around leaving the the rest to the police as he was looking for the man who was strong with muscles and tubes that shot off with the launcher but noticed he had escape. Clark was mad that he escape with getting him but, there will be another time he wouldn't forget the mask he had on his head especially those strange looking tube that seem like it was helping him in someway. Clark looked at the opening to the inside as he stood not knowing without using his X-ray what would be inside.
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