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Post by Tizmael on 5/17/2011, 9:17 pm

This bastard was getting on her nerves. This criminal, whoever the f*ck he was; much to Sullivan’s surprise, sounded like every other intergalactic bar punk she’d ever apprehended. His loud mouth invoked her ire easily enough; she’d enjoy any punches she got in on the finicky looking dolt. The twisting monocle widened, expanding its radius before constricting. The intangible tech would have pinged as it listed off several of the vapors the thrusters gave off, before it zoomed in on the man’s face, as well as the face of the tied up Ernie Vasquez.


The Cadet ascended quickly, the glowing green eye piece zooming in on Booster to keep him in sight as she got far out of range. She’d support the others; they needed a lot more practice than she did. Sullivan planned on corralling Booster if he got too high; in this case him getting above her was unacceptable.


Though mentally it was a struggle for the brunette not to look around at the city about her; because god had she missed Earth, she remained focused. Her expression hardened as the light about her left arm began to vibrate and grow. It merged up her forearm and bicep before cutting off just around the curve of her well-muscled shoulder. It merely stayed there like a glowing green glove, ready to change and act depending on what she willed it to. She’d see how difficult Booster was going to be, and react accordingly.


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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 5/18/2011, 12:20 am

 Before jumping down with the rest of the team, Recon took a quick moment to get a good look of the area. Unfortunately for him, the smoke from the blast wasn't helping him get a good lay out of the setting. He was so used to being able to take his time before snapping open q portal, but this was so much more difficult. If he wanted to be able to use his powers in a battle, he was going to have to learn fast how to quickly scan the field completely, or he was going to be in trouble. Making a mental note to practice that later, he quickly blinked away his thoughts and portaled down to the battlefield. 

Too bad Recon was off by a few feet above where he aimed to appear, and he stumbled on his landing from the shock of his mistake. Managing not to tumble over completely, he righted himself easily and turned to look for the villain. Recon was standing at the opening of an alleyway, blocking at least one of Boosters possible escape routes. Sliding into a fighting stance, his fingerless gloves straining from how tightly his fists were clenched, he waited for the next move to be made. 

Dommino simply grunted in response and turned heel, heading for the nearest bar. Baccarat was one of the few people she could tolerate on the  team, but even so, she still wished that this little outing was a quiet one. Entering a small pub, she quickly took at the bar and ordered her usual. 

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Rinisa on 5/19/2011, 6:12 pm

Dani waltzed out the main entrance, waved good-bye to everyone on her way out and continued on her way. She wasn't sure where she was going to go or what she was going to do- she just wanted to be out and about. The redhead took deep breaths, building a temporary wall around herself. She wasn't nearly strong enough to keep it up full time, but for the moment no ghost would approach her.

Out and about, and alone.

"I think," She sang aloud, reveling in the sudden silence and disappearance of any apparitions, "I'll walk across town."
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"I'm fine, thanks." Blizzard murmured quickly. The first day was full of first impressions, but the first fight was, too. Everyone else jumped into battle and she would, too. With a quick survey of the area, she flushed at realizing the only real sources of water were a nearby sewer grate and a few civilian's water bottles. Using air to control her descent, she landed gracefully near the sewer grate and blocked off yet another of Booster's possible escape routes.

Heatwave jumped down without any real attempt to even appear in control. She lifted a few pebbles with her geokinesis and glared at the villain. Now here's where we show what we can really do. She thought with a grin, Let's just see how everyone works under pressure.

(Wee, battle time~)

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by redeagle321 on 5/20/2011, 9:21 am

Booster took a big gulp at the sight of so many teen heroes. So the first thing he did was look about desperateley for a way out. Up? No, that green chick and the guy in the red were there. Down? No, the edge of this level was blocked by the rest of the te- Wait..... Booster noticed that the one kid said 'Plus one'. In other words, he wasn't a part of the titans and just an obnoxious tagalong. HA! He wouldn't be in that same team mindset as the others would, so he was the weakest link. He gave Apollo an uncomfortably smug look. "Seeing what *I* have is unnesecary." he said, pointing to his fuming, kicking hostage. "But I wonder, what do YOU have, Boy?" He taunted. THe booster wings on his back swung open, and with an incredible amount of force, he lurched right at Cygnus and plowed right into him at top speed, still dragging poor Ernie along for the ride. But one he passed over Cygnus, Booster was out of the little perimiter the Titans had set up. He wheeled around and fired a bright yellow beam out of his gun at Apollo, for good measure...

But Tim was frankly so skilled at intercepting attacks that it was pretty much instictual to him. The moment he saw booster take aim, a red and black razordisk found it's way into his hand (his suit has the same ability to produce razordisks that Terry's has to produce Batarangs) and it whizzed right into the shot's path, intercepting the blast that was meant for his pupil.

Now booster wasn't the kind of guy to stick around and fight, and the Red Eagle wasn't a name he was unfamiliar with. the moment Booster saw his shot blocked, he turned tail and shot away again. But of course, He wasn't the only one that could fly- Rex skidded right into his path, his EMP cannon aimed dangerously at him. Of course the cannon wouldn't do any (lasting) damage to an organic target, but one shot would bar-b-que his jetbooster. "Where do you think you're going? We haven't slagged your measly butt yet." He taunted. Booster let out a snort. "You'll have to catch me first, Twerp Titan." Booster snorted back, and turned tail in the oposite direction. However, it didn't dawn on him untill a split second afterwards that he was boosting right back at the titans..... 'Damn'.....

Chey propped herself against a nearby wall. "Came to talk to bassman, was thinking about transfering back into Gotham for a while. Home's pretty much under control right now, so I'd probably be doing more good here. Besides, I need to make sure Terry's behaving himself." Chey replied, jokingly on that last part. "So what about you, didn't expect to find you HERE of all places." She asked. Finding Nicole in the Batcaves was like......... finding Nicole in the Batcaves. Unlikeley, to say the least.

Backarad slid into a nearby seat and placed his helmet off to the side as he got some small thing. If it was his round the first time, he was getting the cheap stuff. He turned to Dom as he took a swig. "Don't be so talkative, sheesh. Friggin' blabbermouth." He teased at her silence. He didn't doubt that Dom was probably used to him by now, so he pretty much made every sentence a sarcastic one.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 5/21/2011, 12:53 am

(I love poopie.)

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 5/27/2011, 7:23 am

(Excuse the idiocy)

Recon facepalmed at the cheesy line that Apollo used. He guessed, in the superhero business, cheesy lines were used by everyone, except maybe Gotham heroes of course. Quickly sliding his hand away from his face, as to not fall victim to a surprise attack from Booster, he looked back towards the battle. Apollo was attacking from the front and that meant that if Recon wanted to prove himself, he had to attack from the rear. Ignoring the urge to say, 'that's what she said', he sprinted up to Booster and tried to distract him. "Hey, ugly! Over here!"

Finishing her drink in a matter of swigs, Dommino signaled the barkeeper for another round. "You know how it is." she muttered in hopes that Backarat would shut up and let her wallow in silence. She wasn't really thinking, no, that's what she came to not accomplish. But she wasn't completely slammed yet.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Tizmael on 5/27/2011, 4:30 pm

Sullivan remained where she had been when the team first confronted Booster. She floated quietly above the ‘fight’, arms crossed over her chest as the optic device she had materialized would shrink and expand to alter her view on the scene. It was at least interesting; she could keep an eye on the criminal, make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid; like threaten the civilian, and observe her teammates and how they worked. Ever watchful, the Cadet merely waited for the teens to stop messing around. Sully didn’t want to have to interfere, this was good practice for them, seeing how this was their first time, she couldn’t deny them the failure or victory the situation might yield to them. It was good experience, and if the Corps had taught her one thing it was that you can’t gain experience riding the shoulders of your superiors.


The brunette couldn’t hear Apollo or Recon, but she could already tell they were trying to banter with the criminal. A good tactic for this one perhaps, seeing as Booster appeared to be all chat and insults were normally rather effective against loud mouths. Sullivan reached towards her left shoulder with her right hand, placing her digits over the glowing mass of energy she had been holding there.


Slowly she swiped her palm down from her shoulder to the top of her left hand, her hand pressing into the ring snuggle fit on her middle finger. The green energy warped and grew; small whirring noises began to fill the air about her as the energy began to take shape. The youths mind churned as she mental went over the process of reconstructing the desired object. It took her a few moments, but fairly quickly Sullivan had a fairly decent, arm mounted concussive rifle pointing down the length of her arm at Booster. Just in case.
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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by redeagle321 on 5/29/2011, 8:13 am

You ever hear a little girl scream at the sight of a sudden spider? Yeah, that's booster right about now. With Apollo's attack headed for him, Recon behind him, Rex chasing him, That green lantern chick pointing a riffle down at him, the Red Eagle holding a razordisk with his name on it, and about half a dozen other heroes ready to beat the tar out of him, he screamed in a manner that was neither manly nor dignified. At this point, he had a 'screw the hostage, save your ass!' mindset. He did a 90 degree turn away from Apollo's energy hands and Recon, somewhere along the lines plopping Ernie onto the edge of the street's level...

This was a confidence booster [no pun intended] for the titans no doubt- on their mission, they had the crook on the run, screaming like a girl. Perhaps this whole superhero gig wouldn't be as hard as they thought. Before Booster could clear the railing at the edge of the walkway, he found Izzy's foot connecting to the side of his person, sending him off course and spiraling into the ground face first. Although Booster was a coward, he wasn't totally stupid. He knew he wouldn't win this one, but he had no intention of being caught and imprisoned...

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Rinisa on 5/29/2011, 12:41 pm

In a panic, and feeling as if she had done nothing at all, Blizzard decided to try and freeze Booster down with a thin layer of ice. Nothing that would hold him permanently, but enough to stop him for the moment, so the others could restrain him properly. She squeaked and a spray of water went towards Booster, ready to hit or miss.

Heatwave grumbled-Not one hit. She hadn't gotten a single hit! Whatever She thought angrily, bounding towards Ernie. She effortlessly burned the ropes without harming Ernie, though he might have felt a little warmth. "Free to go." She said, taking what little rope was left and twirling it around. She vaguely recognized Ernie from trips to the bar with her grandfather, and smiled at the realization. Cassius had saved him, and now she had. Generation to generation.

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Post by Corvus31 on 5/31/2011, 8:22 am

Watching the entire series of events unfold after he had steadied himself up, Cygnus ran to the downed booster and was determined to make sure he didn't try to make a hasety retreat. He was determined to prove himself usefull and not a hinderance. "It's your lucky day, Booster." Cygnus said. "There's a nice, warm and toasty Jail cell with your name on it.

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Post by redeagle321 on 5/31/2011, 11:41 am

[Sorry guys, I know this fight was kind of lame but i'm trying to just pick up the pace and get to a place where merc can join in]
There are perfectly appropriate times for a man to cry, kids. Getting it handed to you by a bunch of teens? Is one of those times. The ice froze over on him, weighing him down and causing him to veer straight down into the road. And then that Gygnus punk had to run his blab. Great, insult to injury. He contemplated going over the railing to one of the lower levels and trying to make a run for it, but the sudden *Wha- chack* of Tim slappinga pair of restraining cuffs connecting his arm to the railing dashed that plan against the rocks.

This seemed pretty easy. Heck, that was REALLY easy. Rex couldn't help but be somewhat big headed at how easily they had nuked this guy.

And then he looked at the spectators.

It wasn't like he was expecting a parade, but he certaintly wasn't expecting the borderline dirty looks the team was getting. But, then again, this wasn't exactly the glory days of superheroes, you don't stop a monster of some kind and become an instant icon. In the post- war world, you stop a monster and people think the monster was just after you in the first place and bill you for the damages. So naturally, seeing the cautious faces was of little surprise.

The only person that seemed grateful was ernie himself. "I've GOT to stop getting myself inbedted to you and yours." He said to Heatwave jokingly. He recognized her, her sister, and casey right away- he'd known the Ropers for a long time, so he was relativeley used to them, hence the lack of apprehension.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 5/31/2011, 2:13 pm

Recon hadn't really done much to aid the team in Boosters capture, except maybe cause he distracted Booster for a second. Does that even count? He didn't really know, but right now, he didn't really mind being the lesser help. The crowd around them wasn't giving them the nicest of looks so he shrunk back towards Ernie. Many a time did Cassius take he and his cousins to the bar, so he knew the oldtimer quite well.

Reaching down to give Ernie a hand, Recon pulled him up and made sure he was ok. "Hey, erm..." he knew of Ernie, but he thought maybe it was best if others didn't know that. "Citzen Barkeep? You aren't hurt are you?" her asked, concerned.


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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Tizmael on 5/31/2011, 3:14 pm

That had been pathetic.


A distinct flare of dissipating energy lit up the air born figure, before the green glow disappeared completely, leaving a very annoyed Sullivan to float aimlessly down towards her fellow team mates. Perhaps she was annoyed she hadn’t got a chance to fire at the criminal, or perhaps it was because he had gone down so easily? A waste of her energy and time as it were. But both were highly unlikely, it was probably the conduct of her fellow teens.


The brunette set down nearest to Tim, approaching the cuffed criminal and their ‘mentor’ with harsh strides before holding a rigid stance a few feet away from them. Her green eyes bored intently down into the hanging criminal, jerking from his shoulder joint to his devastated expression.


“Sir, I request permission to escort this scum to the police station. If we have no further use for him.”


Sullivan let her unsettling gaze turn to Tim, her ring hand held up near her ear as a soft thrum of green light ebbed out from the energy conduit wrapped snuggly about her finger. In truth this was partially an excuse, she wanted to see the city again, wanted to remember and get all nostalgic. It had been three years since she’d seen anything remotely Earthen and the cadet was eager to indulge. Plus, she was pretty sure she remembered where the Metropolis Police Station was.


The almost unpleasant stares of the citizens didn’t even seem to register to the teen; her gaze and attention were effectively split between Booster and the teams’ leader. Sullivan was 45% sure that Tim might want to interrogate the criminal before they handed him over to the authorities, she couldn’t tell much about him as he hadn’t said four words to her since she arrived (not including the speeches/instructions he had been giving). But if Tim did want to interrogate Booster, she was determined to be the one to escort him away once said interrogations were concluded. If need be, she’d tell the truth about her intentions to Tim, hopefully he would understand.
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Post by Vandal on 5/31/2011, 11:03 pm

Walking in the Victorian streets of Gotham, Oracle fashioned a large black umbrella for it was storming. No wind but rain that hasn’t visited Gotham in years. Trotting down the streets in high heels, her hair up and under a hat; a crowd was clear through the obscuring rain, pounding on the rocks that fortified 5th street. Inching closer, trying her best not to get her white sundress ruined by mud and water, Oracle made it to the heart of the commotion. A horse was at the center, collapsed in front of its carriage. A thin man with the coach hat was beating the lifeless beast with a long pole, unlike the usual whips that stage coaches used to whip their horses. The animal, massive in size, was laying a pool of blood; there was an unusually large amount of cheering going on despite the traffic that the event was congesting. Oracle was feeling rage, vengeance for the defenseless horse, which was still breathing. The coach’s face was pale, white as a ghost, under heavy rain, soaked clothing; he continued to beat the horse. “Stop that! Stop immediately!” Oracle called out running up to the owner.

“Dumbfound it, it’s useless, gov’na.” The pale man said taking a breath and stopping, the crowd obviously objected to Oracle’s actions. “There’s no reason to palpitate it in public, sir. I doubt your wife would fancy the idea of such barbarianism.”

The pale man smug and impressed of Oracle’s daring move to stand up to him in front of a throng, put one hand on his hip and the other to his chin in order to scratch his five o’clock shadow, found one foot over the animal. “Barbarianism,” he repeated back to her, “is that so?” He noticed how Oracle had kept her sundress clean and out of the storm. It looked like something she cherished. “No mate, this isn’t barbarianism, it’s not even brutal.” He smiled an odd smile, one that Oracle has only seen on one other man before in her life. She then noticed the crowd was surrounding her—the horse with one tear in its eye that she could see lie dead under the severe downpour. Realizing the situation, realizing what the pole actually was in the stagecoach’s hand, Oracle dropped her umbrella and tried to make a run for it. It was impossible to break free, her dress, now tainted with blood, mud, and rain, was also being torn off along with her hat and hair. The man slowly approached with the shovel he carried in his hand. “The very last thing they will see before the sweet release of death takes them is you, mangled, unnatural, filthy and broken. Hehe.. Ahaha… Ahahahah!!!” his laughter would forever echo in the depths of the streets but, it would never be as loud as the retched sound of metal tearing flesh and splintering bone as Oracle’s blood splattered the rusted shovel and Joker’s own suit.

Her eyes opened and her joints ached. She could no longer use her legs.

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Post by Rinisa on 6/4/2011, 2:46 pm

Blizzard glanced around at the crowd, uncomfortable under their scrutinizing gazes. She wasn't a stranger to meta human racism-In this world, nobody was- but it was still painful whenever she saw it, and worse when she was the victim to it.

Heatwave felt the same, but with a little more pride. She stood tall and stared straight back at anyone who glared at her. The twins didn't wear masks in their costume for a reason: Masks were signs of fear and secrets. This wasn't a secret they were willing to keep. They were meta humans, they were heroes, and they were proud. As if to prove this, the teen actually raised her hand and waved to the bystanders in a friendly manner, as if they weren't frowning but cheering.

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Post by redeagle321 on 6/4/2011, 8:56 pm

[sorry guys, I know i've been posting slow and this begining part with booster has been stupid and sucky, pleasue jsut bear with me, I promise it'll pick up soon]

Tim noted Sully's enthusiasm in getting booster off the streets and into a comfy prison cell. But first, he wanted to know what the shmuck was doing busting up Ernie's bar.

The only people that were supposed to do that were the Ropers/Bays

"First things first..." Tim said to sully as he crouched next to the big red crybaby. "Just what were you doing taking off with the bartender, anyways? And please, for your sake, DON'T lie to me or play mr. Tough guy." Tim said, looming over Booster threateningly. If there was one thing he'd learned how to do over the years, it was how to scare the living crap out of punks like this. And seieng as how booster wasn't exactly a bigshot anyways, he cracked like an egg. "I wanted his new case of that Kaznian stuff! But it's so expensive, I decided to scare him out of it!" He blabed. Tim instantly decided this guy was just lower then low on the rungs. He waited a few seconds to process the stupidity of Booster not jsut taking the stuff outright, then turned to Sully. "Ok, NOW you can take him to prison." He informed her. "I trust you can find your wayback?" He asked her. He doubted it would be hard- the tower was pretty hard to miss, all she had to do was find the right maintenance walk and use her comm at the elevator.

"I'm fine, I don't need a buncha' KIDS worrying about my tired old ass." Ernie said as he stretched and meandered back to his bar, to continue business as usual. And Recon had the right idea, probably ought not to reveal that they knew each other. But he couldn't help but notice this crap happened to often. "I need to hire someone else to help me with this damn job..." he mumbled as he dragged on.

Chey let out a sigh. "Whoever was responsible for the dent thing knew how to cover their tracks pretty good. One guy comes to mind, but I'm not sure I could get away with checking it out unless I did it alone- and not for nothing, i'm running out of the lead pills." She explained. The lead pills she ordered from 'Doctor Roper' were the only reason her innards weren't charcoal from fighting Blight all this time- ever since he got that suit that let him channel his power, they were pretty much a nesecity. Sure Dr. Roper didn't charge her, Terry, or any off the rest of Batman Inc. for them, but there was the issue that they were using them quicker then the Doctor could procure them. Which mean she only tangled with Blight if it was nesecary. Sure, she thought Dent WAS important, but it had to be done with some kind of lead first, and she didn't have one.....

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Post by Tizmael on 6/4/2011, 9:20 pm

Sullivan would have smiled at Tim if the stupidity of Booster hadn’t nearly given her a rage seizure. She snapped her wrist back; a great mass of green engulfed the frantic criminal, gushing into the chinks and holes of the cuffs to undo them. When the binding device gave a satisfying ‘click’, the brunette levitated the criminal up into the air, holding him at arm’s length as she nodded to Tim.


“I’ll report back in an hour or so.”


It was almost painfully obvious how much of a mood swing she had just undergone. Her shoulders were no longer tensed; the rigidity of her expression and posture melting to a more relaxed one. It still looked like she was trying to clench every muscle in her body at once, but it was much less pronounced now that she didn’t want to bury her fist into a preteen eye socket.


Sullivan felt an hour and a half was enough to allow her to find the police station, make a report, and explore the city for a while before she went back to the tower, and her duties. She didn’t just have to inform Tim of her return, but also report to the Guardians. So as much as she wanted desperately to immerse herself in Human culture, she couldn’t afford too much indulgence. She took off into the sky quickly, straight up and for a moment it seemed as if she was planning on taking Booster up into the Stratosphere, but just as quickly as she had ascended she altered her path and began flying horizontal, obviously not sparing the crook any comfort as he seemed to bounce around in the glowing sphere like a jellybean in a hamster ball.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 6/6/2011, 9:48 pm

Recon made sure Ernie got back to his bar safe and sound, like any good superhero would do. Well, that's what he assumed, it seemed right thing to do in his mind. After bidding the old bar owner a fond farewell, he jogged back over to the rest of the group, a slight bounce in his step. He didn't help much in the battle, but he was glad that the team had beaten their first villain ever! High fives were in order. "Yo, Apollo!" he beamed excitedly at his cousin. They weren't technically cousins, but seeing how close their parents were, Casey had always considered him one. Ignoring the rude bystanders, he held up his hand to Apollo. "Great job out there today. You were amazing!" he was all about the compliments. Figuring that they would be getting a lot of criticism from others, he dished out the good stuff.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 6/6/2011, 10:59 pm

"I feel glorious!" Recon said giddily. To most, he was probably overreacting, but considering who his mother was, his reaction was an understatement. "I think I screwed up a lot, or mostly, but oh well." he shrugged. "Gotta learn somehow, eh?" he asked. "Glad we saved that erm.. Citizen and threw the Booster ball in jail."

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Vandal on 6/6/2011, 11:18 pm

Nightingale sat, perched on a gargoyle atop a skyscraper, cool air whipped around her. She loved that feeling; it would feel better in a minute. She examined the city that spread before her. No one knew where she really was. Her parents and their assistant--Terry McGinnis--thought she was watching a movie with her friends. They were, at this point in time, more concerned about boys trying to score with their daughter instead of her going out to fight crime. She fixed her mask over her head and closed her eyes, took a deep breath. She stands, tenses, relaxes. The time has come. She breathes deeply, filling herself with the night--and steps forward and falls--as she fell before--as she will fall for the rest of her life.

Five Months Ago
Alice Grayson walked out of class; thank God school was over. This was her last day at Gotham High, she would transfer back to home schooling after the weekend, and she couldn't help but boast about it to her friends she made there. She was sick of the students, they were always picking on her; she was sick of the teachers, always treating her unfairly; she was sick of the dreaded lunchroom, the screaming and the noise, some poor kid getting beat up for a dollar twenty-five. What Alice most hated were the cliques that formed about, they would never talk to anyone but themselves. One group joined together just to keep Alice out (it happens), they hated her just because of her last name and the royalties that came with it. Batman, Inc. came to mind. Britney Grimm started it, she had golden yellow hair and she dyed it yellow, usually in a questionable attire, excessive make-up, two piercings on each ear, and now, she was standing in Alice's way on the sidewalks of Gotham. "And where do you think you're going Grayson?" She sneered. Alice

Alice suddenly felt the back of her hair being jerked from their roots, one of Britney's friends was wrapping their hands in her hair and yanking back with a firm grip. Alice screamed and dropped her bag, all the school materials spilling on to the busy streets only to be destroyed, tears forming at each strand being torn from her scalp. Alice soon found out why whoever was pulling at her hair, was pulling at her hair--Britney was cursing at her, but that wasn't the reason. A crack sounded, her vision became a large white blur, Alice felt a sudden pain in her face, the cracking sound kept coming--she was being slapping her across the face repeatedly, Alice screamed louder, pain evident in her cries. Back hand, palm, full forced slaps; Britney's slaps danced across Alice's face, the moment one hand left Alice's cheek Britney's other hand would slap the other. The more she tried to get away from the slaps the more hair would uproot from her head, and the more she tried to keep her head steady the slaps would get harder; about fifteen seconds in, Britney slapped her so hard Alice was losing control of her own ground; her skin broke and her cheeks were bleeding about as much as the insides of her mouth, her arms were flailing behind her in hopes that she would free her hair, and now the attacker was spitting in it. Blood spilt from her nose and her teeth were cutting her cheeks. Britney's cursing was indistinct yet was as annoying as an unpleasant smell, the rest of her clique was cheering her on and picking up dirt or rocks to throw at Alice, she tried to protect her face from the slapping and try to free her hair from the assailant's grasp. When she would try to block, Britney would spit in her face and slap harder, when she tried to free herself the assailant would yank harder. She didn't think it would ever end, her face was numbing. Punching now, Britney was beating Alice with her fists, the scene attracted eyes, rubberneckers. Bruises easily formed around her face as Britney continued to pound her target, her grunts and cries of impact grew weaker as energy escaped her from every blow. More blood rolled down her forehead and into her eyes. She heard another voice telling them to 'break it up', was an officer watching them the whole time? Then she felt a punch in her gut that separated her intestines. She dropped to her knees, the attacker from behind let go of her hair, and immediately dropping her face into the pavement; dirt, tears, bruises, and blood caked her face. The officer kept saying to back off but Britney wouldn't allow it; she managed to kick Alice while she was down before leaving her. Alice felt a sudden sense of loneliness. What felt like hours, only lasted 45 seconds. And the officer left her alone.

Terrence McGinnis pulled up to Gotham High. If it weren't for the damn Jokerz I would be here on time... Terry thought. Dick is going to kill me. She wasn't even there waiting in her usual spot. Terry found himself waiting far too long; he decided to drive around in search for her. She couldn't possible be walking back home, home was outside of Gotham. Too long of a walk, she was fit, but not that fit. She played violin, she wasn't anything like her father or mother. She was like a fragile nightingale, he has told that to her and she understood his context, and to top it off she wasn't responding to his texts and phone calls. Driving down a street she saw her strewn on the sidewalk, her crumpled body bloodied and broken. Terry nearly crashed Dick's car into a pole when he saw her. Cars honked around him as he cut through the lanes to pull up next to her. Terry jumped out of the car in fear and shock. "Alice!" He screamed as he ran up and skidded on his knees next to her. "Alice what the hell happened?" He asked trying to pick her up without hurting her, she moaned in agony. "No, never mind, don't talk. Just try not to move!" He warned placing her in the back seat carefully. Alice could hear the car door slam, then rapid footsteps slapping the concrete. She was ruining the leather seat with blood and tears. Terry got in the driver's seat and took off; he dialed her parents. Terry's voice had become fuzzy; she could tell his voice was frantic and worried. She closed her bruised eyes and the only thing she was able to hear was her own breath, it was like when your ears are submerged under water, you can hear your breathing the clearest. It was blood, spit, or both that was clogging her ears. Terry's voice changed into a more distraught voice. Still recognizable; she opened her eyes to see the back of the driver's seat, the brightness of the sky through the windshield burned her eyes. The sun was bleeding through the dark storm clouds, it was if the light was actually ripping through and making its way into Alice's pupils. She closed here eyes. Peace.

Alice soon found herself in her bed with both her parents by her side, and Terry opposite of them. "Will she be alright?" He asked the two. "Yeah, don't worry about it Terry." Barbara said, "We can take care of her from here. After all, she just needs some rest. Best option against bullies." Dick shook his head looking at his battered daughter. "Thank you for picking her up as you did Terry, we really appreciate it." Barbara added. "Mom, dad. I want to learn self-defense." Alice said, her eyes still closed. Dick and Barbara looked at each other, worried looks spread across their faces. "Honey, you're not going to go to public school anymore." Barbara explained, "Yes dear, there's no reason for you to learn self-defense, we have Terry for that." Dick said.

"All of you are more than capable of teaching me."
"No Alice. We're not teaching you martial arts."
"Why?"
"Your mother and I already made that decision long before you were born. We don't want you running around in a mask and then... this happens to you."
"Its not fair."
"Life isn't fair sweetheart, just get some rest." Barbara said kissing her forehead and walking out with Dick. Terry stood by her bed.

"Alice can't, she just can't."
"I know dear.."
"She's not fit to be a super hero, she plays violin for God's sake!"
"Chances are, she's going to run out on her own."
"What makes you say that Babs?"
"If you don't pay attention to history it’s doomed to repeat itself."
"Oh yeah?"
"When I asked my dad to be a cop, and when I was rejected, I resorted to taking matters into my own hands."
"No, honey, that's different. You have martial arts under your belt, she has fine arts under her belt, she's fragile."
"I know hon, that's why we should do something about it before she kills herself. Give her guidance."
Dick lifted his head and looked at Barbara in disbelief.
"What are you saying?"
"Well we both had Bruce. Even when you didn't have Bruce you had The League of Assassins-"
"That was for a week at the most Babs."
"You didn't let me finish."
"Finish."
"You had The Titans when you left Bruce for good. When you did come back you were always with Bruce. You know how dangerous it is when you're all alone."
"Babs."
"Dick, you gotta let our little bird fly one of these days. You can't be so strict anymore. She's growing up."
Dick starred at his wife, he knew when it was time to let Nicole go, but Alice is significantly younger.

"Hey look kid," Terry said kneeling down so he could be eye level with his Boss' daughter, "it’s not as easy as it looks. Your parents want you to live a life they never had. You know: without dead parents, revenge, and all the other depressing super hero clichés." Alice turned to face Terry's bright face. "It’s already depressing." Alice said weakly.

"What is?"
"The fact that my father and mother was Batman and Batgirl."
"What's so depressing about that?"
"The Batman's daughter can't fight her own fights. He's the freaking head of Batman, Inc."
"You don't have to worry about that anymore, now that you're getting home schooled I'll have a eye on you twenty-four/seven."
"You really want to be here for me Terry?"
"Its my job to, Alice."
"Teach me. Please."
"You seem to forget who's paying me."
"Terry..."
"I'm sorry but it’s an order. I actually owe your father that much for letting me take the mantle of Batman. I feel that I actually have the chance to redeem myself. You on the other hand-"
"Terry..." Alice repeated this time resting her hand on his shoulder and looking him directly in his eyes with her bruised and beaten face, tears rolling down her swollen cheeks.

Terry looked away, he couldn't say no to that face. He turned back in all seriousness. "Ugh. Slag. All right. Fine. But no masks, capes, cowls, and no costumes. You understand me?" He sternly hissed at her. "If Mr. Grayson finds out about this he'll have my ba-" Alice interrupted and out of an emotional outburst hugged around Terry's neck, weeping loudly. Terry pat her back. "Shhh-shh shh.. Its okay. Don't worry. It'll be alright." He said comforting her with a soft voice under Alice's bawling.

Present Day, 2047
The Flying Graysons. It was in her blood. It was who she was. And nothing would stop her. Nightingale shot out her customized hook shot to a flagpole. She didn't want to encounter any fights just yet. She would continue to practice swinging around the city first.

An hour has past, maybe more, and Nightingale has gotten pretty good with swinging with her grapple hook, she was able to practice swooping in and landing. Grayson blood really was in her after all. A crash. She took out her binoculars from her belt to see what was going on. Nightingale didn't want to pick any fights, but when she saw a crime right in front of her it was hard to ignore. Before her, teens around her age, were running down a fire escape with a television, boxes of jewelry, and other items; a trail of dollar bills. If she left it to the police, sure they would find the kids and sure things would get taken care of, but the kids would just get juvi-hall and go back to their old ways. Nightingale was on the job.

She swooped in, terrified the boys. All three of them were boys. She surprised them and landed a kick in the stomach of the boy closest to her, she turned around swiftly and accidentally pushed the thief behind her; over the edge of the fire escape, he cried out in horror--in fear--like a little girl. Nightingale cried out as she saved the boy by grabbing his ankle, he flailed wildly as Nightingale tried her hardest to bring him back up. The two remaining assailants had extensions of their arms and attacked her. She lost her grip of the dangling teen when she heard the sound of her ribs cracking loudly, she cried again, this time in pain. The thief was pounding her with a wooden bat one swing after the other. Another crack, her elbow, her entire left side was getting thrashed. Great: being left handed sucks. Nightingale still absorbed the blows, her head, her legs, she fell, hung loosely over the cool metal railing and groaned, nearly lifeless; the boy who held the television kicked her off the fire escape. Nightingale, like a lighting bolt, crashed to the concrete surface of the alleyway, all the wind was knocked out of her, she turned to her side that wasn't beaten and bruised to ease the pain. Her breaths: heavy. The two boys made it to the bottom as the third boy who was dropped began to recover. Nightingale cringed and moaned in agony. She tried to crawl away as she heard the boys laugh at their friend who fell. In anger he kicked Nightingale in the stomach as an outlet to relieve his embarrassment. Nightingale coughed crimson fluids. They kept talking, Nightingale heard some indistinct words that scared her beyond belief, and she made more of an attempt to get away. The boys took off her belt--she didn't care for it, it was barely equip... But still--they tried looking around for a split at her waist, another took out a small pocketknife and cut into her suit, revealing her bare skin while the other felt for her feminine parts. She squirmed to try to escape them, but her broken ribs resented her from doing so. She couldn't even scream. The last boy was supporting her up in a position that Nightingale dreaded--knew it was coming--feared it. She felt the knife cut into her suit from her back to the bottom up, it wasn't made of any high-end woven fabric or nomex. It wasn't fireproof or bullet proof. It didn't enhance her strength times ten. It was just latex, and it ripped easily. This was her first night on the job; she honestly didn't expect to get any action at all this night. Nightingale felt a tug on her mask, then abruptly it was yanked off, her hair draping over her face messily. The sound of their zippers going down. All she could do was cough more. Prepare for the worst.

A scream filled the night suddenly, not her scream, one of the thief’s. He fell to the floor twitching from an electric shock; a tazer. A fist shot into another assailant, knocking him out cold and the other boy ran. The sound of a spinning object broke the air and hit the runner in his spine. He tripped and ran into a wall face first. Nightingale dropped to the floor. Lucky to be alive. Lucky to have been spotted. Lucky, not to have been raped. Lucky armature. Lucky. The sound of Footsteps. The sound of Terry's voice saying "Oh my god..." Then black.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by redeagle321 on 6/7/2011, 8:19 pm

[My apologies for this coming right the heck outta nowhere]

-NINE HOURS LATER-

It was a pretty uneventful aftermath- Booster was carted off to his happy little cell, Tim talked to the police when they got there and handled that pretty quickly. From there, the titans trickled off back to the tower, where tim loaded them up with a heavy training routine, based on their performance earlier [leaving it vauge so you guys can sue your imaginations]

Meanwhile, the media had been going to town. From the Daily Planet to the local news, tommorow morning would bring about the news; Metropolis had some titans now, beeotch!

For now, Rex was taking downtime watching TV and Izzy was socking the crap out of a punching bag...

But not everyone was happy- if you understand one thing about urban life, it's that there's no such thing as a city without nuts. It's just not possible. And when you used to bethe head of a company canabalized by Derek Powers, you're probably not a perfectly normal man anymore. And of course, the fact that our man in question was running around in a suit crawling with metal piping probably dosen't help his case much. He was Luke Zephyr, aka X-Hale. Jaded, jealous, and all around out to get someone before this night was out. Just a little longer now....

He was a weird little man- about five feet tall, wore an ungodly tacky dress suit, a bowler hat, was fat as sin, and walked on an umbrella. If you didn't notice the clown Makeup, you'd swear you were looking at the Penguin if he lost a fight with a pack of fabric markers. But no, this was Bozo, a merry member of the JOKERZ. He didn't give two figs for suddenly having to take orders from this whathisface new guy, even if he is who he says he is. Ah well, for noow his only focus was that fat truck full of goodies coming his was, along with the rest of his merry brood; Tick, Tack, Toe, Crash and Slappy. The truck, in true JOKERZ fashion, looked like an icecream truck as it pulled up. The driver said something about not crowding, but to hell with that- Bozo was too busy drolling at the various and assorted [but all entireley illegal] weaponry to notice. But he DID notice the sound of a man dropping down behind him. Yeah, it took him two guesses as to who THIS guy was- Crossbones, a guy who'd been heckling him and making his job a pain in the rump. "it's just not a night without YOU, is it?" He asked snideley, helping himself to a particularly large gun.

Crossbones, one Josiah Redwood, had been taking this mantle for a while. He wasn't a batman, but he wasn't exactly half assed- being skilled in Muai Thai and more then capable of holding his own with his weapon of choice, a hockey stick. Attired in streetclothes and a hockey mask, he looked something like Casey Jones. "Nope, not a night unless I break my stick over your fat ass."

[for those unaware, I had no chocie really but to edit sharp's mission to 1130 pm, right about now in other words]

Backarat crept around the perimeter of the OMAR building, looking around for the ventilation shaft he intended to oportunistically use to gain entrance to the building. The team had been deposited earlier via stealth helicopter, utterly undetected. The plan was for them to go into the building at different angles andfrom there apprehend the research material and liberate any victims within the lab. Backarat was making it a personal objective to apprehend the administrators and cooks running this freakshow- he had no doubt everyone else would either be occupied with gaurds or freeing their research subjects, expecially Adela.

Bingo- he saw the wide vent into the seven- story facility. It looged a lot smaller in it's map during breifing, but who cared- as quickly and quietly as possible, he releived the cover grate of it's hinges. It was part of a lab hood, this being the outtermost part where it blew out- it was obvious via the smell. he slithered down the long metal tube untill he found a station to drop down on.

it was just about party time.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Rinisa on 6/7/2011, 8:59 pm

Heatwave plopped onto the couch beside her brother and was about to try fighting him for the remote. "I wanna watch Avatar the Last Airbender reruns." She announced, swatting at the remote. She was tired after some hard training; she'd spent the last few hours throwing fireballs and rocks. And rocks covered in fire. And fire covered in rocks. Whatever variations of that combination she had tried in her attempts at showing off. Now she was eager to watch others work as hard at throwing dirt, like Toph.

"Pleeeease?" She asked, still trying to get at the remote.
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Blizzard was quietly observing the others. She had spent her own way training, doing what she could. Her best skill, she would admit, is her good aim with ice shards. The girl had hit every target without batting an eye. However, by observing the others, she could tell she was lacking in other abilities. For example, she wasn't particularly good at controlling wind, but Lyan was a master at air manipulation in her eyes.

She was glad of that; it at least gave them something to talk about. She had promised to speak with him to Rex, and that's what she was doing.

"Um...Lyan?" She had tiptoed up behind the boy. "Hi. That was a really cool...air...thing...You did in training earlier today."
(Hope you don't mind Shadobin. Kept what Can imagined Lyan doing as vague as possible...)
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Banshee crept up from another side of the building. It should be...right about... She thought, turning a corner. Here. Another vent, but it was a floor above her. She cursed as quietly as she could before shifting her attention back to the vent. She closed her eyes and focused on the cover grate, using her telekinesis to unscrew the hinges. She slowly lowered the cover to her eye level, it shaking notably at her little control. The necromancer grabbed onto the cover-It was too small to stand on- and allowed it to lift her upwards slowly.

Crap, I'm heavy. She thought, groaning under the effort of her own weight. Eventually she reached the vent and crawled in before falling into her own chosen station. She adjusted her mask, and clutched her stun gun tightly. Go time.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Vandal on 6/8/2011, 12:02 am

Charlotte Birdsong wrote:This is nuts. I knew I would be going into some pretty crazy missions, but I didn't know I was acrophobic. I guess I'm learning new things about myself every day I'm with S.H.A.R.P. And that's good. Right?

Tightening and bending, the sound of metal cords stressing at the weight could be heard from every angle. Roulette looked back behind her and all she saw was the parking lot of the building they were rappelling from. "So what are we supposed to be doing?" Roulette asked through her radio contact. "Hell if I know puppet. Just keep your guard up." Reaper responded slowly rappelling down from the roof of the skyscraper. "He doesn't mean that. Just watch our backs for us and for godsake weapons are not free. I repeat: weapons are not free!" Rook shouted through the wind storming around them at such great heights. "What if the grapple doesn't hold?" Roulette asked. "Oh... my god. Noobie, I swear if you pull a piss poor job on this operation I will strangle your mum, and strangle your mum's mum! Now get in the game, and wait for the signal!"

Rappelling down a large building isn't anything like skydiving. In fact it's like an experience people live their whole lives without experiencing. You might get the same feeling when you go rock climbing, but unlike the sport, there's nothing to grab a hold of. Just thousands and thousands of feet below of freefall. Sure there's a fail-safe system that catches the grappler if anything happens to go wrong, but the feeling of being suspended so high up, armed to the teeth was unsettling. Their plan was that after the squad was noticed, they would be backup. The team had to infiltrate the building just as the others did through vents and windows. It's just that Reaper, Rook, and Roulette would be shooting the windows and kicking their way in instead.

"How do we know what the signal is?" Roulette asked. Reaper turned to her, for a second she could see the glimpse of his eye when he told her; "You'll know when it comes."

Charlotte Birdsong wrote:He has a scar on his eye.


Chardonnay crossed her legs and shook her head. "An envelope." She told her patient. "What?! How could you have possibly have known that one?! You cheated I'm sure!" He screamed at her. "Edward, would you please sit down? I'm the one asking the questions." Chardonnay told him. "Yeah? Well I've got teeth, but I cannot bite: I'm the guardian of your house. You won't leave home, or come home without me. I'm not loyal, leave me behind, and I'll let the next man enter." Edward spouted. "What am I?" He asked a smile spread across his face. "Keys to your house." Chardonnay told him. "No way! I was working on that one for like... a whole hour!" He yelled in disbelief. "Mr. Nygma, just sit down before I end this session right now." Chardonnay told her patient strictly. "Alright, alright. Sheesh." Edward mumbled sitting down.

"So your fascination with riddles came from when you were a child: your elementary school was holding a contest with an almost impossible logic problem that you cheated on. You were given a book of riddles as a prize, but you claim your life in crime stems from your abusive father?" Chardonnay asked to make sure she had her facts right.
"Yeah that's right."
"Interesting how you called yourself E. Nygma.
"The Riddler would also do nicely."
"How old are you now?"
"Is that a riddle?"
"If I say yes you won't tell me, if I say no you won't give me an answer."
"So?"
"You're sixty-eight, of course you wouldn't tell me. I have your age right here." Chardonnay held up a sheet of paper, "Looks like you still think you're the Riddler when you haven't worn your costume in years; why don't you just give up?"
"First off, you don’t need a costume to define who a man is, secondly… is that a riddle?"
"Edward..." Chardonnay seethed through her teeth.
"Ms. Loue, life is full of questions. Though of course, I like to see them as riddles."
"Of course Edward."
"Y'know, if you do what you did to my name, your name kind of sounds like a clue!"
"What?"
"Chardonnay Loue. C. Loue. Clue! That one was a freebie. I gave you the answer to that one. Haha!"
"Right."
"So tell me, Chardonnay, when did riddles spark your fascination?"
"I don't have a fascination with riddles."
"Then how come you know all the answers?!"
"Well, looks like that'll be a riddle you'll never be able to solve."
"Not true! I can solve any riddle! Plus I gave you a freebie! You should give me the answer to that one!"
"That's not how the rules go in life." Chardonnay told him writing down notes.
"Oh yeah? What are the rules, per say?"
"Is that a riddle Edward?"
"Well when does a killer not kill?"

Chardonnay used her thumb and index finger to rub her eyes in frustration. "You don't know the answer to that one do you?" Edward asked smiling, feeling he's finally got her stumped. Chardonnay looked up at him bored of his riddles and turned to leave. This session was over, and she had been sick and tired of playing this terrible game for years now. Chardonnay opened the door; a guard stepped in to take Edward to his cell, "April Fools Day." She said.


A woman with brownish red hair stood behind a double door in a hallway of Arkham Asylum’s Intensive Treatment Sector, looking down to the end, peaking her head behind the janitor working on the open door. He looked down to see the woman just standing there and turned back to the door with a screwdriver in his hand. “I’m waiting for someone.” The red head smiled. “Door is broke…” He muttered turning back to the door. “Must be the fifth time it don’t open.”

“Maybe there’s a penny stuck in there.” The red head suggested, still smiling.
“Why a penny?” The janitor asked turning to the woman suspiciously.
“I don’t know.”
“Did you stick a penny in there?”
“No! No, I was just making small talk.”
“If I find a penny in there…” he said pointing his screwdriver and tapping it on her shoulder, “I’m taking you down.”

The woman in scrubs and a lab coat just starred at the janitor a little frightened when she heard her name being called.

“Jill!”

Relieved to hear a familiar voice and quickly walked past the creepy janitor with a smile pasted on her face. “Chardonnay… you look surprised to see me... as if you had no idea I was waiting for you.” Jillian said to her, back straight and heading down the hall next to her.

“Oh I don’t know; there aren’t many female psychiatrists in the intensive treatment sector.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:This is true. At Arkham most females are a little creeped out by working so close to psychotics. I have no problem with that… okay maybe a little problem, but sometimes I get the feeling that the staff are more insane than the inmates.
“I was the one who got you the ticket into Arkham Chard, why are you so… flustered?” She asked as they walked down to the ladies locker room.
“Uhm, crazy patient, real basket case, worried boyfriend, you should really get one Bambi.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:As if.
“You act as if I’m going to be alone forever.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:Actually, that’s probably true. Staff at Arkham, especially psychiatric nurses at Intensive Treatment don’t have a high life expectancy rate.
The two women walked in the empty locker room and Jill took off her lab coat and hung it up in her locker with her name written on a piece of duct tape.

Chardonnay cracked a smile, just starring at her friend then without any notice, took off Jillian’s glasses, she looked surprised and instinctively backed off a bit. “Take these off, and let your hair down. You have great eyes and your hair brings it out” Chardonnay advised as she reached the back of her neck to take off Jillian’s pin that held her hair in a bun. She was shocked at least a bit and blinked like Velma from Scooby-Doo, signaling to Chardonnay that she couldn’t see without them. She pouted and told Jillian “Get contacts.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:I’m already wearing them. That was just creepy. Though I guess wearing glasses AND contacts are a little strange though.

“Oh yeah what else do you want me to do? Shave my-“
“Hey, it’s all about appearances! Just think like a guy, get yourself some knee high nylons! Plus you have a great butt.”
“Chard, is there something you need to tell me?”
“It’s firm… like mutton.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:You’re so gay… if you’re not gay I don’t know what is.
“Jill, if you want to impress the guys you gotta be willing to sacrifice your dignity.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:That was uncalled for…
“What the hell, Chard? I break my back trying to get you an internship at Arkham and all you talk to me about are boys!” Jillian half joked snatching her glasses and hairpin back from Chardonnay.
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:I do want to talk about boys, but lying is so much easier, she won’t see through it. To her I’m just a nerdy geek.

“Don’t you have some place to be?” Jillian asked opening her locker and taking off her jacket. Chardonnay looked at her phone. Ten missed calls. “My boyfriend? Ah, he can wait. We haven’t had much time to catch up lately.” She smiled looking up to the red head and taking a seat on a bench and resting her belongings besides her as Jillian hung up her coat on the inside of her locker.

“What? You desire to patronize me any longer about my marital status?”
“No Jill! I just wanna talk a bit! How have you been?”
Jillian looked at her curiously again after closing her locker.
“I’ve really been trying.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:Not really.
“Trying?”
“Trying to find someone. You have no idea how lonely it gets at my apartment.”
“Well, all places can get lonely, Jill. It’s people in our lives that fill those voids.”
“Right, smart words Confucius.”
“Hey, why don’t you join Josiah and me for dinner? I’m buying. C’mon Bambi, don’t let me down.”
“No Chardonnay, I can’t do that to you. That’s just awkward and-“
“C’mon Jillian. Aren’t you tired of microwave dinners?”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:Not really…
“Ramen.”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:I don’t mind the occasional Japanese microwave noodle bowl, I think we all have a weakness for fast food.
“Whatever. Same thing. So? Wanna come? It’ll be fun!”

Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:It was tempting, but I’m the type of person who just couldn’t accept any offer of help for anything. I’m always the person trying to help others and I feel strange. And even if the three of us use to hang out before, it’s different now. They were having The Big S every now and then, they are adults now.

“Nah, go on out and enjoy your time with Josiah. See you Monday.”
“Okay Jill, and remember we’ve got a lot to do when we finally do meet up with each other. We’ve been putting off meeting up with for the longest time I sort of forgot how it felt like. We should really do something. Bowling maybe, or fishing, or I dunno what you’re into these days.
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:As I nodded my head and pretended to listen to Chardonnay, I couldn’t help but wonder how I even got here. I think back in the day and …
flashback wrote:Chardonnay walked out with a chart and handed it to a doctor, she then wrapped a stethoscope around the back of her neck and reached down to grab the x-ray sheet from the foot of the patient’s bed, displaying the patient’s ribcage. “I can’t do this on my own.” Jillian told her as Chardonnay handed her the x-ray from the opposite side of the patient’s bed, “I’m no superman.” Jillian said almost sarcastically as she hooked up the x-ray to a light box that was right behind her. “I’d be rather frightened if you were Superman Jill.” Chardonnay replied back to her. “I’m serious Chardonnay. I want to get out of these stupid [scrubs] and get my intern to Arkham already.” Jill pressured leaning forward to draw Chardonnay in. “Alright already. We just have to finish this year and we’ll be out of here.” Chardonnay promised. “And what’s wrong with these [scrubs]? I actually like it them…”
Jillian Danni Thompkins wrote:Despite things constantly being on the fritz at Sacred Heart Memorial Hospital, things were easier back then. Chardonnay and I even had the time to play stupid games like “find the saltine.” Though we had no years of pre-med and no years of med, we still were able to rise above the fold. The Psychiatric Ward was easy, but no one really has respect for Shrinks at medical hospitals. A hospital is really like high school; there are the surgeons who are like the jocks and football team, there’s medical, which is sort of like the chess team, but Psychiatric is sort of like the people who nobody likes at all. We’re the freaks. Even the chess team has friends.


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Post by Tizmael on 6/8/2011, 1:33 am

It had actually been a pleasant flight to the police station for Sullivan. The brunette had pretty much subdued Booster after she had taken off from the group. He had blubbered for a bit, called her a few choice names under his breath, nothing a little syphoning of air out of the glowing sphere that held him couldn’t fix. He’d fallen asleep after she’d done that, or at least passed out, making her trip quiet and rather pleasant. She’d flown slowly enough, enjoying the bird’s eye view of human civilization as she casually made her way to the station.


Once there she touched down, dissipating the green sphere that held the pathetic excuse for a criminal, she was strong enough to haul him to his feet and drag him in. Handing him off to the officers that rushed to take him off her hands, a few officers looked her up and down with what she could only place as a ‘nostalgic’ look. The tallest one moved towards her and gave her a smile, the inevitable sign she was going to have to take time conversing. This surprisingly enough didn’t bother the Cadet, as far as she was concerned they were pretty much the same thing.


“Thanks for bringing this guy to us….uh-“


“Green Lantern. You can call me Green Lantern”


“Err yeah, thanks, we got the call from the cars out at the scene. Didn’t expect someone like you’d bring him in for us.”


The police officer looked happy to see her at least, or at least happy that the suspect wasn’t going to be giving him and his peers trouble. A few other officers cast her wry smiles but other than that it was only the tall man who spoke to her. She nodded at him, giving a firm smile before turning to leave, her shoulders squared as she lifted her chin just a fraction of an inch. No, she wasn’t strutting…Too much. Before she left she looked over her shoulder, the tall officer was still staring after her and she quirked a brow up before her smile grew a bit softer.


“What’s your name?”


“Ah! Oh! Officer Wallace Finley!”


“Alright. I’ll look out for you on duty Officer Wallace.”


The man perked up, beaming at her in a good natured way as she walked out of the station, taking off into the darkening sky from the stoop that led into the building. Sullivan would be a liar if she had said she hadn’t done that to show off a little. Once out in the sky, free of any baggage, the glowing green comet swerved and ducked through the air, enjoying the freedom flight allowed her. The brunette didn’t dally for long; she’d already taken up an hour getting Booster to the station.


Before she returned however she had some very important, pressing business to attend to. Finding the tallest building she could that had a flat roof, Sullivan landed down as covertly as a glowing green, flying teenager could. Once her white boots hit the gravely rooftop she steeled herself, fixing her windblown hair as best she could and smoothing down her uniform. Not that she really needed to, it was void of any wrinkle or blemish, but still it made her feel better to do it.


Once she felt she was presentable, Sullivan lifted her ring into the air before her, her brows furrowing for a moment before a green flash lit the shadowed rooftop. A green swirling rift had sparked to life in the space before the cadet; it gave off light but seemed intangible, almost as if it was a hallucination or illusion. The brunette moved towards it without caution, shoving her right arm into the rift up to her shoulder. Her tongue pinched between her teeth, the youth wriggled around until she perked up, having found what she had been looking for. Sullivan leaned out of the rift, and grasped firmly in her hand was the emerald green power battery designated to her.


She pulled it towards her with an odd form of possessiveness, looking around her for any signs of intruder. Once she found there was no one (which she had expected anyway) she placed the insignia of her ring against the core of her lantern, her eyes flashing with a surge of power that flowed from it into her ring. She gave out a meek sigh, always feeling awed at the seemingly eternal gush of power. It wasn’t taking though, at least not yet. Shifting slightly, Sullivan closed her eyes, imagining the giant power battery back on Oa, and how the gentle hum of green always soothed her. It was structure, it was solidity.


“In Brightest day. In Blackest Night. No evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might. Beware my power. Green Lanterns Light!!”


Suddenly, the almost gentle, verdant glow became a violent torrent of energy. Cutting and roiling through the air like a snake in a frying pan. It curved about her and poured into her ring, all the while a figure began to form, small and vague it hovered a good few yards above her. It seemed displeased. Once Sullivan’s attention was drawn from her newly recharge ring to the Guardian before her, she straightened. Her head lowered slightly as she nodded in great respect to the figure, who seemingly crossed its arms at her. It was hard to tell, it was a 2D image.


“It has taken you a lot longer than instructed to contact us Cadet Sullivan Danver.”


Oh thank god! It was Ganthet!


“I am sorry sir, things have been a bit disorienting and I did not have time until now to report.”


“It’s as well as I thought. Don’t fret over it. What is your report?”


Sullivan would have smiled; the familiarity of Ganthet (By far the nicest Guardian) was a pleasant surprise. She was sure Appa Ali Apsa was going to go out of his way to hear her report. He so did like to remind her about how much of a primitive monkey she was. But Ganthet was more laid back, more sympathetic and understanding.


“Sir. I have met my fellow teammates and our team leader. He is a man named Tim Drake. I am sure there are files on him but he has escorted us out on our first mission today. Most of the others who are to join this group are pre-teens, far younger than myself. I worry about this but they seem competent enough.”


“Is it odd to see children again? Cadet Sullivan Danver?”


“It is odd to work with children Sir. But something I believe will become irrelevant with time and practice for them. We apprehended a criminal and he is currently detained in a local correctional facility, or at least will be transferred to one soon enough. All is well.”


The green figure seemed to nod at this, pleased with the minimal information. Ganthet knew that there was not much the Cadet could say, she had never been good or particularly fond of giving reports. So most of her’s were brief and simple. Not that he much cared about that.


“Very good Cadet Sullivan Danver. Please continue on, and report back next week. I look forward to hearing from you again.”


With that kind quip, the green figure separated like dust blown in the wind. The green energy that made up the message construct drawn inexplicably back into the power battery clasped firmly in the cadets hand. With a sigh, Sullivan called forth the dimensional rift once more and stashed her battery safely within it. Once she was sure the last bit of the warping energy had vanished she took flight again, fully charge and far less irate than she had been. It did not take her long to return to the tower; and even less time get to the floor where her and the rest of the team would be staying.


She walked in idly, noticing the crowd of pre-teens and what not sitting on the couch in front of a massive TV. The desire to see what was on almost provoked her into going over to join them. Almost. She ground her teeth together and turned away from the rest, casting her glance down the hallway as she had just entered the main lounging area when the brunette boy had gotten up to leave it. She did not go after Apollo; instead she gave in and meandered over to the couch. She’d stand behind it for a few moments, that was all! Just to see what was on for a bit.
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Post by Corvus31 on 6/8/2011, 8:45 am

"Time for an intro." Cygnus said to himself. After a bit of looking around the tower, he eventually came across Tim Drake. After clearing his throat, he said to Tim: "I suppose I owe you an intoduction, sir." Cygnus said. My name is Cygnus. I hope you didn't see me as a hinderance on the mission you and the other titans were on. I really want to help put a stop to the lawlessnes in the town, and i hope you will give me the opportunity to do that with you. I only hope i proved myself worthy of being an honorary titan.

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