by Shadowwell » Sun Jul 24, 2016 6:31 pm
by The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:14 pm
by Lancearc » Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:40 pm
by Shadowwell » Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:14 pm
The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:In the abandoned subway tunnels, beneath the city of Gotham
The tunnels running all throughout the Gotham underground were disgusting. Many of them were partially flooded with stale sewage, which had lain stagnant for years. Other parts were infested with spiders, whose webs could fill up the full tunnel's breadth. The trains had long since stopped running through these ancient tunnels, leaving the smells of the decades come and gone to lay dormant and mingle, providing a very disagreeable smell to invade the nostrils of anyone so daring as to infiltrate the grimy lair. The lights at each station were still on, thankfully. This was apparently common all across America: abandoned subway stations still held electronic activity, and were occasionally inhabited by the homeless because of their seclusion and their electric access, being given free living and shelter in such spaces. It was easy to see why they would choose such a place to live, compared to the crime-filled streets above where no protection from the elements was to be found. The stations were, relatively speaking, safe, secure, and warm, much better than any dank alleyway tucked between shady stores.
Kiu Hua, a vigilante known more popularly as The Flower, walked in these rancid tunnels. She wore a skintight suit which accented her small frame, as well as a pair of long gloves and knee-high boots, all of which offering suitable protection against the elements, and of things like scratches and rough edges, as well as hiding any biological trace of herself that might be dropped off and left behind. The latex of her suit was used not only to achieve the form-fitting feature, but also for its valuable use as a waterproof material, allowing her to wade in water, or even swim, without soaking all the way through. Her hip was double-belted, with a couple of bags hanging from these belts. One of these contained a few lily petals, and even entire flower specimens, while the other contained useful small things. A length of rope was brought for utility purposes, it being easily turned into a climbing tool, and lastly she carried with her a combat knife, which she would grip in the reverse style, allowing for a much easier stabbing motion from up-to-down. This was all complimented by a leather choker, and lastly a half-mask covering the lower half of her face. This offered some protection from the horrid smell of the tunnels, but it could only do so much.
Kiu walked down the tunnels, searching carefully around each corner with a bright flashlight. She had heard many rumors of criminal activity in these tunnels and, as a vigilante, it was her duty to try to put an end to them. She preferred nonlethal combat, and though she was an expert knife-fighter, her preferred method was stealthy use of the choke hold. Walking carefully and softly, making sure no clicks came from the step of her boot, no echoes came from her steady breathing, she advanced slowly but surely. Tonight was a patrol, as activity had died down very recently, but she was prepared for nearly anything just in case. One could never be too careful, this was a lesson learned the hard way many years ago. A lesson that she would never forget, not in her whole life, for it was the key to success. With a small frame and a lack of upper body strength, she learned the value of stealth.
Several years ago, she was very new to the hero business. She would scare off thugs and petty thieves through her display of skill with the knife, and for making herself near untouchable by dodging and redirecting. However, one fateful night, she fell into an ambush. With her usual heroics, she stepped forth to stop a mugger, only for several other men to appear from the darkness. Although she did fight, she soon was overwhelmed and pinioned. Handcuffed and brought to the harbor of Gotham, she was told eye-to-eye that her heroics were not appreciated, and she was dumped into the water after being hit over the head. Finding herself still conscious, she kicked and fought her way back to the surface and onto dry land, although her clothing, consisting of simply a pair of jeans, a black hoodie, and a hockey mask which had been earlier torn off and destroyed, was soaked through and freezing her as she lay bound. With a little bit of luck and a little bit of skill, and some good smashing against rocks and posts, she managed to free herself and ditch her freezing clothing, sneaking back home and rethinking her entire strategy. This fateful day was decisive for the girl, and she had ever since used stealth, and certainly gotten much better at the hero thing as time went on. Now, she was fairly effective at stopping those she came across, usually without being seen, and leaving her trademark lily at the scene of each victory, thus earning her the nickname which she had become famous for: "The Flower".
Noticing a shadow up ahead, she turned off her flashlight. Things were about to get serious. Giving herself a moment to adjust to the dark, with a faint source of light in the distance both ahead and behind, as well as starlight shining through the occasional grate, filling in the rest. Taking careful steps forward, she saw a hulking beast of a man. His skin was wooden, and smelled of rotting flesh with an odor so pungent it immediately overtook the entire tunnel's own disgusting scent. She froze in shock and terror, this being unlike anything she'd seen before. After what felt like eternity, but in reality had been but a fraction of a second, she let out an echoing gasp and dropped her flashlight, although her legs would not let her run. This beast was Solomon Grundy, a man she had heard of only through legend, and one she thought long gone. Unfortunately, she was wrong.
by The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:33 pm
Shadowwell wrote:-snip-
by Shadowwell » Sun Jul 24, 2016 10:51 pm
The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:Shadowwell wrote:-snip-
Kiu soon stepped back, just a bit. What is this monster? She asked herself this question, among many others, while considering possible routes of escape. The beast known as Solomon Grundy was one of the most terrifying things she'd ever seen. Kiu had come face-to-face with armed thugs, she had survived drowning, she had been kidnapped by gang leaders, had mutilation threatened against her, had to hide from Chinese policemen, and even stared into the face of mad doctors as they put her under extreme stress, but never had she known horror like this. Strangely enough, the beast lowered its scent and tried to talk with her civilly. Repressing a scream, she opened pulled her mask down and tried to offer an explanation for why she was here. The mask, of course, making it just a bit harder for her to be understood. She mostly did it because she needed the extra breathing space.
"I-I uh..." she tried to speak, and after uttering a few vague curses to herself, "I-I am here to patrol the underground..." she stated briefly, "There were reports of..." she took a deep breath, "Activity here, and I wanted to see what was happening, and why it stopped." At this point, she winced as if expecting to be assaulted on the spot.
by Altito Asmoro » Sun Jul 24, 2016 10:53 pm
by The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Sun Jul 24, 2016 10:57 pm
Shadowwell wrote:snippy
by Eraus » Mon Jul 25, 2016 3:27 am
by Virshia » Mon Jul 25, 2016 3:35 am
Lancearc wrote:Gotham City, the Burnley District
Gotham University
Timothy Drelic
The low murmur of a large classroom filled with students eager, anxious, and downright bored out of their minds was most of what the young man standing at the front of that amphitheater-esque heard, the other being the sound of book bags heavy with the contents of the students' studies being thrown without much care into seats, on the ground, and atop the long wooden desks that spanned the entirety of the semi-circular rows that stretched from the floor, where he stood, slanting upwards towards the back of the room. It was approximately five minutes until he was due to give a near hour-long snoozefest of a seminar on botany, and students of the scientific field as well as Bio majors crowded in to see the renowned expert of the flora from across the world speak at their humble university.
Tim Drelic stood without much interest at the front of the room, though one wouldn't be able to tell from the outward confidence he showed, standing with great posture and a pearly white grin on his face, eyes sparkling, like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be. Technically it wasn't that he minded being on campus at Gotham, though when he found himself here it was rather what he wanted to be doing that was the problem.
His eyes scanned the numerous faces that entered from the back of the room, but he only really cared for a very specific portion of them. It was odd, to be giving a lecture to young ladies not even three or four years younger than him as if he were some elderly bag of a professor like they were usually used to he assumed. He admired many attractive young faces, smiles, legs, and other...interesting assets as they swayed their way in to prepare, and perhaps a portion of that smile on his face was genuine by then. Look but don't touch mate, we're trying to educate and get paid. he reminded himself sternly, attempting to bring his eyes off of the great many distractions in the crowd at that point. He glanced slightly to the left, and was nearly startled from his shoes to see staring back at him a pair of brown eyes from behind massive, square framed glasses on a smiling face.
Good god get this man away from me. he mentally pleaded with the higher power as he observed the college student, looking down. About three inches shorter than him with those gargantuan stupid glasses, smiling like an absolute geek, a still having some trouble with acne it appeared into his 20's. "Hi there!" he greeted in a friendly tone, perhaps a pleasant one had it not complimented his appearance so perfectly, annoying and someone that Timothy wanted away from him immediately.
"Hi." Timothy greeted as bluntly and with as little enthusiasm as he could, though this failed to deter his number one fan.
"I-I have to say sir it's such an...honor to be able to hear you lecture today. I remember even since I was a a chi--" the annoying little bugger took off like a rocket, and Timothy had to reply quickly to make sure this didn't get out of hand.
"Yeah! Me too, buddy, it's great to be here for minds like you!" he feigned enthusiasm so painfully obviously it probably would've hurt anyone's feelings, but not this little persistent bastard.
The nuisance was about to speak again when another brave group approached the young speaker. Lead by a tall, leggy blonde that was absolutely, almost certainly the captain of the volleyball team he guessed, in slim fitting jeans, and flanked by two redheads that themselves weren't slouches when it came to looks. He smiled widely as they greeted him in the middle of the nuisance's next rambling, "Hello there!" he spoke loudly enough to drown out the student in the glasses.
"Hello, um...this is a weird question but first of all I'm really excited to have you speaking to us today! I'm just encapsulated by the nature, even the science behind it, the colors, the..." she went on, though Timothy was hypnotized watching her smile and how her eyes lit up and her bun bobbing adorably as she spoke, and was only snapped out of this trance when she placed a hand on his shoulder playfully, likely having told some kind of hit of a joke as she pushed him slightly. He laughed heartily, running a hand through his red hair.
"So, Mr. Drelic, would you mind if we got a picture with you? I have some friends who will be so excited to see that I got to meet you!" the blonde girl requested, Timothy quickly nodding his approval.
"Yes, of course! Yeah!" he agreed without any reluctance, bending slightly to fit into the frame of the photo taken on the girl's iPhone, putting up two fingers as the students crowded around him. With the photo taken, they proceeded to their seats and he heard someone begin to introduce him.
Well I suppose it's time to get down to it. Tim sighed inwardly, deflated as he watched, with great...interest, the group of girls turning to him and returning to their seats.
When his long lecture was finally concluded, Timothy was exhausted from the lengthy discussions, questions, teaching. The one bright spot was that afterwards one of the redheads had returned to the podium, having had a few questions of her own but being a bit shy to ask in front of everyone, and they'd had a lengthy discussion over the material for about thirty minutes after he'd finished. She had to turn and be on her way, Timothy waving goodbye as if in a daydream, she smiling and waving back as she left the room.
Tim had long since gathered his notes and papers into the briefcase it was required to carry them, straightened his tie, and exited the campus to make his way to his new home in the same district. Outside, it was a bright day, and stepping into the direct rays from their blessed solar chariot, he felt a bit of an extra pep in his step, feeling rejuvenated and fresh.
Despite the fine weather, he wasn't blind to the state of Gotham City, and why he'd come here. The legendary protector was gone, the Dark Knight himself. If ever there were a time, an open window for crime to start a rampage throughout the city, it was now. The city was already on the way down the shitter before Batman had simply disappeared, and now it was declining at an even faster rate. Street crime, organized crime, it didn't matter, each now found a perfect new environment in which to flourish and grow at an alarming rate. The local law enforcement could do little to stop this type of growth, every knew it even if they wished not to admit it.
He'd come at a summons of sorts, though as it turned out the day he arrived was the day and damn near the hour he needed to be prepared to speak at the University, as somehow they'd caught wind themselves of his trip to Gotham City. He compromised that he'd have to make his way to Wayne Manor soon enough, but he needed also to head to the U, speak, perhaps even get some kind of position there, meet some cute ladies...
Of course, he knew he had greater things to take care of in this place. These people weren't safe. He'd had enough bloodshed in his lifetime, and he had to help them if few others would. Those lovely ladies at the seminar, the poor working people, even that annoying little four-eyed nuisance that had spoken to him like he were some kind of prophet. They all deserved a fair chance at safety, at life without worries. He had to provide that for everyone.
by The Flutterlands » Mon Jul 25, 2016 6:08 am
Shadowwell wrote:Gotham Hotel and Casino
Present Time
In a dark backroom there stood a lavishly dressed man and across from him sat a thug bound to a chair. The man spoke in a Cajun accent saying “ You see Clarence I realize you are a rarity for a gang member. You are one who has honor, which is certainly a rarity in our business, but most of all you are loyal, not loyal to whoever is stronger or scarier than you, but truly loyal.” The man paused and reached into his pocket and retrieved a coin, before he continued speaking “ You gave your loyalty to one man, “ He then flipped the coin into the air, and it landed in front of Clarence. His eyes widened as he recognized the coin. “ You see, he gave me his blessing, Said he liked my style and fairness. Now will you listen to me?” the thug nodded and the man whispered some things to him. He soon left the back room and made his way to an elaborate showroom of sorts.
The suavely dressed man with an obscure face sat down at a large round table, around which the majority of the Major powers in the Gotham Underworld sat, with their respective henchmen behind them. “ Hello Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever else you may be, Welcome as cliche as it might sound i invited you all here today to discuss a proposition of sorts. A peace treaty if you would, We will all be stronger together than apart. I propose that we don't make any active moves against each other into another's territory. I am proposing this for survival purposes, we here all control the majority of Gotham's underground, not including the absent Mr. Falcone, who didn't accept my invitation. So gentlemen what is your answer?" He then sat down once more and looked at each of them as he waited.
by Shadowwell » Mon Jul 25, 2016 9:00 am
The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:Shadowwell wrote:snippy
"Do...do you mean to say this place is a shelter?" She questioned, "I knew that some people lived in these tunnels, but...do you have a full thing going on here?" Kiu seemed more than a bit shocked, having expected to enter combat by now. Her knowledge of Solomon Grundy was, admittedly, not particularly strong. After all, she only knew the legend: a bog body brought back to life through unholy means, a creature she'd been told many times over was more monster than man, someone she'd been warned was aggressive, evil, and overall meant harm to the world. Was this, somehow, a misinterpretation? Had the legend been wrong? This night had gone from horrifying and dangerous to just plain confusing in a matter of seconds, but it was, perhaps, better than the alternative.
by The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Mon Jul 25, 2016 9:21 am
Shadowwell wrote:snop
by Shadowwell » Mon Jul 25, 2016 10:14 am
The Ik Ka Ek Akai wrote:Shadowwell wrote:snop
The young woman seemed to be starting to legitimately calm down, glad, perhaps, that the rumors she had heard were far from true. She reached into one of her pouches and procured a well-preserved lily, a simple flower, and looked at it for a moment. She was about to hand it over, her trademark, her signature, when the hulking creature began to quake, repressing a baseline instinct. Acting quickly, almost instinctual in her own motions as much as rage was in Solomon, she leapt back a few feet and withdrew a knife. She felt her heart beat fast once more, her stance changing in preparation for combat. She knew, in her rational mind, that she stood no chance against this thing, but the fight response, her pretending she was fighting an opponent of flesh and bone, of equal or lesser footing than she, it made her feel much safer despite the circumstance.
by The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Mon Jul 25, 2016 12:15 pm
Shadowwell wrote:-snip-
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by Lancearc » Mon Jul 25, 2016 1:32 pm
by The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Mon Jul 25, 2016 1:50 pm
Lancearc wrote:snippy
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