life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 5, 2016 15:01:26 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]the back of the van was stuffy, gross, and it smelled like someone had wet their pants. it was dark, given that the ceiling light had been busted long ago, and every divot in the road made the entire thing shake around like an amusement park ride. the back's sole occupant was not having a good time. comic did her best to settle up against the wall, pinning herself closer to the rear seat than to the back door. she reminded herself that her part of this whole job was easy. she was just earning easy money doing some protection work; an employer without a real face who used a contact of a contact to let her know he had work that needed to be done. so here she was, suited up in that form-fitting suit that made her feel far too exposed for the nature of the job. the other occupants of the van were four men who lacked her abilities and gifts, but were still excellent at their jobs; which, as it was, was only half-done. one driver, and three kidnappers. an additional occupant was the job in question; some bigwig from the bank they just hit. well. hit was the operative word. they blew open the front door with cheap explosives and gunfire, and when some local law enforcement arrived, comic shrugged off the gunfire with her skin and disarmed them. from there, it was - so far - a cleanish getaway. she was sure that wasn't it, though. she had been forced to reveal her abilities in public, so they might not risk sending more uniforms after the van; they might get something a bit more than expected. but comic was ready for it. she cracked her knuckles one at a time, steadying herself. easy money. that was what she had to say. easy money, as the black van took a sharp turn and tried to find an empty street to hit. @open MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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I'm the one and only king, baby
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Post by MIDAS on Jun 7, 2016 4:19:30 GMT
 Trouble? Aldrich was on it as usual. He ran towards the location and made his way through traffic as fast as he can. A news chopper was on his tail, following the golden boy's tracks from above to capture the action. Perfect, if he gets lucky, he'll be back in the headlines by tonight. After a few more turns, Aldrich had finally reached one of the roadblocks which the police had stationed. The road was empty as the officers had already cleared the area. By the distance he saw the black van which, as he was told, was the getaway vehicle of the criminals.
Of course, he was informed about the superhuman on board, they didn't ask a superhero just to beat up some regular old goons. "I'll take care of this officer." He said, trying to sounds all mighty and noble. It won't be a problem, he thought, it would be an easy pick. And so, Aldrich ran after the van as soon as it zoomed past, and in a few moments, he was already running side by side with it.
As he was running next to it, Aldrich then forcefully ripped opened the van's passenger side door. "Knock knock." A smug grin formed on his face.
Comic
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life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 11, 2016 3:45:44 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]the driver of the van started getting nervous; eyeing the side mirror once, then twice, then letting out a hesitant sound. "we've got company," he began, and comic perked up a bit. this was either an indication of encoming police officers, or something more. unfortunately, it was the latter, and comic was greeted with a rush of air and the sound of a man running sixty like it was a morning stroll. marisa eyed him in the instant she first took him in; a golden boy in the purest sense, it seemed, with a heroic smile and all. it made her a tad sick, and as all of this processed in her brain, instinct was kicking in. her hands grasped the nearest object - in this case, a tire iron - and underhand tossed it as the hero with all of her might. following that quick maneuver, she braced her hands on the seats in front of her and the floor of the van and kicked out with both legs, aiming for the man's torso. unless he had something more than she did, this oughtta hurt; failing that, she would have to devise some other way of getting this guy down and out. the rest of the crew were busy loading and aiming guns; the driver maintained a straight course out of necessity and lack of options. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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I'm the one and only king, baby
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Post by MIDAS on Jun 11, 2016 4:09:58 GMT
The tire iron surprised him more than anything. Obviously, he wasn't hurt, however he was annoyed. "Stop now and nobody gets hurt." Then he saw their hostage, letting out muffled screams at the back of the van. Shit, he has to do something.
Aldrich took a tight grip on the van's open side, swiftly, he planted his feet on the ground and began to pull the van in, countering it's forward motion in hopes of stopping it. However, someone was making things difficult for him. He was kicked by a brave soul, which he assumed to be the superhuman among the group. If he didn't feel the tire iron, then he most definitely feel her kick, however, it pushed him slightly which almost made him loose his grip on the van.
"I said stop it" He exclaimed with a disgruntled look on his face.
Comic
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life is hard and then you die
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Post by Comic on Jun 12, 2016 6:31:57 GMT
[attr="class","ttop"] I'm gonna fight 'em off COULDNT HOLD ME BACK
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back And I'm
talkin' to myself at
night Because I can't
forget Back and forth
through my mind
Behind a cigarette [attr="class","oone"] [attr="class","tbbody"]well, that did jack shit to him. marisa felt like she had just kicked a fucking concrete wall; her feet held the sting of hitting something much stronger than her own flesh and blood. the only thing to take from it was that he was growing annoyed and almost let go of their mode of escape. before her other passengers could open fire, she took in the situation and realized one of her better options was also likely to permanently screw her over. however, it was the plan she was going to go with. she crouched down for the moment, letting one of her temporary coworkers fire a few rounds at the hero - guns weren't always the best answer, unfortunately - before she launched herself at midas, aiming to wrap her arms and legs around him as she speared into him to knock him away from the van and force his attention onto her. it was dumb and risky, but it was the quickest way to solve multiple problems at the time and it seemed like it would work out in her head. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW |
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