amstard
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Hope is everything.
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Post by amstard on Mar 24, 2010 15:59:25 GMT -5
<<So, you said she was here. Where is she?>>
Target designated "Amanda Williams" is in view. Also known as "Seelie."
<<Wait, so...ah, crap.>>
Torch landed near Seelie, shifting back into Timothy Ferguson. "So...whatcha looking for?"
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Post by Myridd on Mar 25, 2010 13:10:51 GMT -5
Gotham Park
About ten minutes after Tim had left, Owen touched the receiver hidden in his ear and contacted Oracle. "Hey, Barbara? I know this is short notice, but you wanna meet for some tacos or coffee of something? Tim just abandoned me at the basketball courts and I hate eating alone."
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 25, 2010 14:27:11 GMT -5
The Basement
Barbara heard a voice in her earpiece as she chatted on the phone with her father, sharing stories of the ex-Gotham Police detective who her father had run into at a play a few days before. She heard Owen speak, but filed it away in her mind for once the conversation was done.
When she finished talking to her father about five minutes later, she replayed Owen's words in her head then blinked. Tapping her communicator, she said, "That invitation still open? I was on the phone with my dad, but I really should eat, and company would be good."
Streets of Gotham
Seelie blinked on seeing Torch, then spoke. "Just patrolling, really. I thought I heard something a few minutes ago, but couldn't place it."
Gotham City Sewers
Master Shiv gazed at the Red Rock, bright with the blood of the Order of the Stone's most recent sacrifice, in quiet reverence before turning to his disciples. "Strength is everything. Cain was strong; his brother was weak, and Cain triumphed. Master Scar was strong; the Faceless was weak, and Master Scar triumphed. The blood on the Red Rock shows..."
There was a commotion from outside. Two of the guards fell inward, one hurrying to close the door to the ceremony chamber... but the door splintered, and a huge man stepped past its remains, carrying a third guard and shoving the other two aside out of hand. Once in the chamber, Bane stood to his full height, gazing down at the others in the room. Shiv started to gesture toward Bane, to order his disciples to attack, but paused when Bane spoke.
"I know who you are... all of you. Your teacher calls himself Shiv; he's actually Antony Kenners, and sits on the Board of Directors for Kane Holdings. I've got something to say to you..." He cuffed the guard he still held on the side of the head, rendering him unconscious and silent.
"Your Intergang stooges sought me out, but you knew already. You knew I was looking for you. You planned to set me up, to get me tired fighting the Bat, advance your goals while he was distracted, then finish me and him both. But if you knew why I was looking for you, you wouldn't have wanted me gone. You see... I've read your book. Bits of it, anyway... fragments of the Madame's Codex. I know what you're about.
"You've got your Books of Blood. Deception... I break promises. Lust? I break relationships. Greed? I break vaults. Murder..."
Bane lifted the unconscious man he held over his head, then effortlessly flung him across the chamber. Shiv dove out of the way, and the guard hit the Red Rock back-first, a sickening sound of bones breaking filling the room, his body twisted in a position entirely incompatible with life.
"Murder. I break people. I'm not here to take you down, Shiv. I want in. I read your book, and I believe."
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Post by Myridd on Mar 25, 2010 15:16:32 GMT -5
Gotham Park
Owen responded back to Barbara with a grin on his face. "Yeah, course it is. Can you meet me at a place called Taco Loco in twenty? Its on Plaza and Broad. I just need time to grab a quick shower first."
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Post by Trailfoot on Mar 29, 2010 11:46:20 GMT -5
Barbara's Office
Barbara smiled softly. "Sure."
Booster's Apartment
Robin gazed at Booster for a long moment, then nodded curtly, rising to his feet, and heading for the door. Once there, he turned around, a bit of a sheepish look on his face. "I'm sorry..." Then, as quickly as that expression had appeared, it was replaced with haughtiness, and Robin sprinted from the room.
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Post by Myridd on Mar 30, 2010 11:08:12 GMT -5
Booster's Apartment
Skeets whistled lowly, bobbing in the air. "Perhaps you were a bit hard on him sir?"
Booster shook his head. "No, he deserved it. He's got to realize he's in a grown up world. Bout time he started acting like it."
Booster turned and headed into his kitchen to pour him a glass of Integrity-Aide. He smiled softly, thinking of the apology Robin had given him. He learned something. There is hope for him yet.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 1, 2010 14:48:51 GMT -5
Taco Loco
Taco Loco was a relatively small place, wedged inbetween a chinese restaurant and a Baskin Robbins. The sign was simple, Taco Loco! Crazy for Taco!. A paper menu was taped to the inside of the window so people passing on the street could decide what they wanted before coming in. A couple of window boxes were filled with fresh pepper plants with a little sign saying Steal these peppers, No spice in your Taco! translated to English bu also written in Spanish. Two metal tables covered with vinyl table cloths sat outside the restaurant, with laminated menus supported by napkin holders and bottles of hot sauce. Inside, the place is taken up mostly by the enormous kitchen, with five two people tables scattered about the dining room. Unlike most hole in the wall places, this one was obviously clean. A man, about 5'2, stood behind the counter. He had a belly that made you think the food here must be food, and a graying mustache. He wore a name tag on his white T-shirt that said My name is: George - pronouned with the 'H' sound.
Barbara moved up to the entrance, leaning forward to pull the door open and rolling her chair through, navigating through the small restaurant with little difficulty toward the counter.
George looked at her, a smile beaming on his face. "Ah! Hola pretty lady. I've not seen your face here before. You know what you want? Or want suggestion?" His english was heavily accented, and somewhat broken, but he seemed like a very jolly man.
"I'm meeting someone here..." She looked over the menu for a moment before speaking again. "But the muy loco quesadilla sounds good. Light on the loco-mole, though."
George nodded, and than called back into the kitchen in heavy spanish. "My wife make good. Tell her to wait for you date, hey? Take table by window. Best view in city."
Barbara nodded. "Thank you, George." She made her way over to the table, parking her chair there.
A lad about eleven years old came from the back of the kitchen, and moved one of the regular chairs out of the way. He also placed a glass of ice water on the table infront of Barbara. He disappeared back into the kitchen with the chair. A moment later, Barbara hears the roar of an engine. Looking outside, she sees Owen Richards, dressed in a colbalt blue polo shirt, cargo shorts, and leather sandals, stepping out of a cherry red Prius. In his hands he carried a stack of flyers. He turned towards the window of the restaurant as he prepared to cross the street, his golden hair shining in the sun and his smile wide as he waves to Barbara.
Barbara smiled, waving back to Owen, gesturing for him to join her. "Owen. Good to see you."
Owen nods. "Good to see you too, Barbara." He waves over to George, signalling the man to make his regular order which is followed by more spanish yelling. "I hope you don't mind be bringing a bit of work with me? But the hospital is having its annual fundraising fair and since I'm in charge, I get to pass out fliers." He hands her a pastel pink flier.
Gotham Municipal Hospital celebarates its fourth annual fundraising fair! was written across the top. It was to be held in two weeks, for three days at Gotham Park. Various businesses have donated their services and would be running booths. Shopping, food, activities for kids, and an appearance by Booster Gold! All proceeds would be split three ways, divided between the Save the Ta Ta's Gotham's breast cancer awareness group, St. Luke's childrens hospital and Gotham Municipal's own research division.
Barbara looked at it for a moment. "I'll get one to my dad, if you'd like." She smiled to Owen. "I don't mind you bringing them... and you look good not in your work clothes."
He flushes a shade close to Barbara's hair as he hands her a pastel green flier. "You look rather pretty, but I can't imagine a time that you don't." He smiled, his compliment obviously genuine. Than, the eleven year old was back, dropping off the Quesidillas for Barbara and a burrito for Owen. "Thanks for meeting me. I can't imagine what made Tim run off like that."
Barbara nodded, taking a bite of the quesadilla before speaking. "Maybe he got a call. His other employers like to keep tabs on their workers, after all." She smiled, obviously pleased with the compliment.
Owen nodded. "That's a possibility." He took a bite of his burrito, careful not to get any food on his shirt. "This place wasn't too hard to find, was it? George is an old friend of mine. He bought me at the hospital's fair two years ago."
"Bought you?" She blinked. "It wasn't hard... I know Gotham pretty well, so I don't often get lost." Can't afford to when you're swinging from building to building on one of Bruce's grapnel lines. "It's a nice place."
Owen let out a joyous laugh. "On the last day of the fair, we do a Doctor Auction." He made quotations in the air with his fingers. "Its kind of like a bachelor auction, but any doctor or nurse in the hospital can sign up. Whoever makes the highest bid could make us do almost anything for 24 hours. There are limitations of course, but George spent his life savings buying me so he could get a surgery consult on his son. He couldn't afford insurance, but his son had broken his arm pretty badly. I called in a few favors, got it fixed for him." He laughed again. "But since the phone calls didn't take twenty four hours, he made me wait tables at this restaurant."
Barbara grinned. "Sounds like he got his money's worth. That sounds fun, actually."
Owen grinned back. "What does? Waiting tables, or bidding on a doctor? George said if I ever want to give up surgery, he'll give me a job."
"The whole thing. I waited tables as a teenager... hated it, but I wouldn't mind doing it for a good cause or three." She grinned, sipping her water.
After taking another bite, Owen responded. "Well, you could volunteer yourself for auction if you want. I'm sure I could get you in."He smiled softly as he looked in her eyes, than coughed a little as if nervous before speaking again. "Your father is Jim Gordon, right? The police commisioner?"
She smiled. "He's not that scary, Owen... well, he is, but only if you're a criminal, which you aren't. He's certainly not the scariest person in Gotham. But, yes, he is."
Owen chuckled a bit. "Ah, I didn't think he's a scary man. . Okay, yes I do. He's just got a presence about him. Intimidating. You guys get along? You should bring him to the fair."
Barbara smiled. "I'll make sure he's there. Maybe I'll bring some other family friends, as well... see if I can drum up some contributions."
"That would be nice. My pop is going to be making and selling his famous sweets. And Ma is going to wow the crowd with her special home cooking." He looked down at the table for a second and than looked back at Barbara. "I would be happy to show you around, if you'll make time for me? There is a lot to see."
Barbara nodded. "I'd like that, a lot." She smiled to him, taking another bite of her quesadilla. "This is very good."
"I know, isn't it? George's wife is amazing in the kitchen. She actually uses the peppers she grows in the windows outside. On wednesday nights they have a live mariachi band. That's entertaining." Owen grinned.
Barbara laughed softly. "We'll have to come back and see it."
"Definitely." Owen said, smiling than he finished his burrito. "Ahh, delicious. Hey, you want to go for a stroll? I know a place close by that sells snowballs."
Barbara blinked. "Snowballs? Sure." She finished her food, folding her hands in her lap.
"You sound surprised. Have you ever had a snowball?" He asked as he stood to go pay the check at the counter.
"Once, on a trip with my mother to Mobile. I didn't know anyone was making anything but snowcones in Gotham... this place must be pretty new."
"Yeah. Opened yesterday. Found it by chance." Owen grinned as he paid George and held the door open for Barbara.
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amstard
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Hope is everything.
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Post by amstard on Apr 4, 2010 14:32:36 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry about the delays, guys...my weeks have been he77.
Torch said to Seelie, "Well, if you don't have anything important going on, I have someone who needs to talk to you. I can get you there in a hurry." He smiled.
<<Ring, is Owen still at the BB courts?>>
Negative. Subject is now located at Taco Loco.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 10, 2010 18:06:40 GMT -5
Seelie blinked. "Someone I need to talk to? Who's that?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 13, 2010 11:18:41 GMT -5
Later that Night.
Booster Gold sat staring at his TV, watching his commercials grace the screen without a sound. He couldn't get his mind off of Robin. Perhaps he had been too harsh on the lad? Nevertheless, he should let Oracle know it didn't turn out.
Still, he didn't want to do it himself. He was afraid Barbara might be cross with him.
"Hey, Skeets." He called, and the robot bobbed into view.
"Sir?"
"I need you to send a message to the Oracle. About Robin."
"You wish for me to inform her that you threw the boy from the house without really giving him a chance?" Skeets asked, whistling slightly.
Booster thought quietly for a moment. ". . . Yeah. Just put a positive spin on it, kay?"
"Of course sir."
Skeets than sent a video of the Robin incident straight to Oracle's e-mail.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 15, 2010 13:47:45 GMT -5
The Next Day Gotham Park
Mayor Charles Hady stood alongside Bruce Wayne and Jake Kane, before a large tarp. "On behalf of the government of Gotham City, and the city's children, I would like to thank the WayneCorp, the Kane Group, and the dozens of other contributors to the cleanup and building efforts, as well as the volunteers - including Mr. Wayne himself - who put long hours into doing the actual work, and to declare the Gotham Park Canoe Dock OPEN!"
Pulling a cord, Hady caused the tarp to fall to the ground revealing the newly-pristine pond and well-built dock - and the hulking form of Killer Croc, holding up one of the canoes. As the police pulled their guns, Croc flung the canoe at them, sending them all diving for cover as the man-beast moved with unnatural speed toward the Mayor. Barbara Gordon, in the crowd, began to speak softly into her communicator. "Outsiders... Croc at Gotham Park. He's taking the Mayor..."
Croc lashed out with one hand at Colonel Kane and Bruce Wayne, sending them both diving for cover, as he lifted the Mayor with his other hand. "I'd best not be followed by no coppers, or I'll be using my claws to give the Deputy Mayor a little promotion. You want me, send the Bat or that new bunch that gave me trouble at Kyle's place."
With that, he leaped off the stage and galumphed toward the wooded portion of the park.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 15, 2010 14:07:58 GMT -5
Gotham Park.
On it. Came the simple words to Barbara's ears from a familiar female voice. Selena Kyle had been watching the ceremony, and was able to duck behind a thick grove of trees and pull a quick change to her Bast costume. Mask in place, she set out after Croc, quickly catching up to him as he entered the wooded grove.
From her placement in the trees above him, she smirked and called out. "Hey Lizard-Lizard. Want to play?" There was a playful, yet intimidating purr to her voice.
Damnit, I'm in the middle of a surgery. I won't be able to get there til later. My apologies Red! Owen subvocalized as he was elbows deep in a patient who had his gall bladder burst.
On my way, hot stuff. Booster called. He had been patrolling on the other end of town, but with his flight, he made it to Gotham park quickly.
Booster, I've got my eyes on the prize, see what you can do about catching the Mayor. Bast purred, her keen eyes having easily spotted Booster Gold's golden glow.
"Man, the kitten's vision is something else." Booster Gold said quietly to Skeets.
"She is a feline, sir. Their eyes will always be better than ours."
"Must make it hard for guys to pull the wool over her eyes. Must make her hell to date."
"Hell to trick, but surely worth it sir." Skeets hummed a sexy tune.
"True enough."
As the pair finished their dialogue, Bast acted, throwing her bola around Croc's legs and causing him to trip. The Mayor flew from his arms and right into the waiting arms of Booster Gold.
"Don't worry Sir, Integrity Villain control at your service." Booster Gold winked.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 18, 2010 20:50:49 GMT -5
Croc ripped free of the bola, pulling himself to his feet, glaring at Bast and Booster. "So... you do-gooders decided to show up after all." He ripped a tree free of the ground, flinging it at Bast. "Looks like there's less of you this time, though... let's see how you do."
The Mayor looked to Booster. "Good catch, son, and I owe you my thanks!"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 19, 2010 19:51:05 GMT -5
Booster Gold grinned. "Just tell the press that my left side is my good side." He said as he placed the Mayor out of harms way. He than sprinted Croc's way.
Meanwhile, Bast acted quickly jumping from her position in the tree. She landed softly on the tree Croc hurled as it flew threw the air, using it as a boost to leap over the Crocodile man. Seeming to attack before her feet hit the ground, Bast twirled around aiming the business end of her rod at the bottom of Croc's jaw.
Booster Gold arrived just in time, burying his fist into the top of Croc's head as Bast's rod came from below, forming a Croc face sandwich.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 20, 2010 13:43:42 GMT -5
Croc reeled from the hits, falling backward, teetering on his feet... then, from nowhere, a canoe flew in, clobbering Bast in the back of the head, knocking her over and dizzy. A huge form charged in, leaping over Bast and Croc's fallen forms and toward Booster. Not as tall as Croc but more heavily built, enormous tanks on his back and a mask on his face and head.
Bane moved with inhuman speed, taking a powerful swing at Booster.
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