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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2010 17:57:59 GMT -5
The Lighthouse, 6:00pm.
Renee Montoya was sitting on her couch, her arm over Lucy Lamour's shoulders as they watched the evening news.
Officials say that the Gotham High has been unaccessible for the past three hours. A perky news caster with large blonde hair said, attempting to look intelligent. Since the final school bell rung, and most of the students had vacated the premises, no one has been able to open a door, climb through a window, anything. Reports say that the Principal is still inside, as well as the students kept after school for detention. Police have tried phoning the Principal, and many of the students' parents have tried their kids' cell phones and have gotten nothing but bad reception.
"Bad cell reception? The school is in a great zone. Right next to a cell tower. I used to text in class all the time." Lucy said, taking a sip of water from her water bottle. "Sounds like something strange is going on."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 23, 2010 20:29:34 GMT -5
Cell phone outage. It could be... Renee considered a moment. "Lucy, could you give me a moment?"
After getting a nod from Lucy, she made her way into the lantern room, pulling out her cell and dialing Jack Houston's number. "Jack, Renee. You watching Channel 5? I think we've got a link."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 24, 2010 9:22:03 GMT -5
Jack Houston picked up on the third ring. "Ah, a link? You mean to the theatre shooting?" Renee hears him change TV channel, and he goes quiet for a few moments. ". . . Sounds odd to say the least, don't know if its a link to that guy you ran into. Let me make a few calls. I'll call you back."
As Renee sits back down next to Lucy, she notices Lucy's concerned face. Lucy points to the news cast, where a reporter on site was interviewing a rather assorted group of parents.
"My little Tolmar is inside! With that wicked principal!" A short, slightly heavy woman was sobbing into the microphone held out infront of her. "Three weeks, three weeks of detention that man has given my boy, for reading books during sporting events!" A big, broad shouldered man wearing a hard hat patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "My Jim as well." He said, frowning slightly.
"What happened to your Jim?" The News caster said, turning the microphone to the construction worker.
"His grades, they ain't so good. But he was passin'. Doin' better." He shook his head, taking off his helmet and rubbing his balding scalp. "But he's bein' held afta school for the last three weeks for "He makes quotations with his fingers. " . .Extra Lessons. Comin' home exhausted."
"Well, sporting events are important, perhaps your son should try to pay a bit more attention to the pride of the school!" Another parent screamed at the pudgy woman.
"And your son is nothing but a dumb stump! Bringing down the school's average!" The parent turned to the construction worker.
"Why you!!" The construction worker said, but held back his anger.
"They have a point." The news caster said.
Lucy shut the News cast off, looking disgruntled. "That's just wrong. Not even taking those parents seriously."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 25, 2010 13:27:51 GMT -5
Elsewhere
A heavy door slams open as angered footsteps hurry down the aisle towards the small gathering of thrones in the back of a dark, eerie room. One throne was occupied, but was turned away from the door and thus the owner of the angered footsteps.
"Thorns, you are angry? What has happened?" A sweet, dulcet voice speaks out as the throne spins around to face the one called Thorns.
"Kids, Del. Kids. Ah thought ya promised neva ta mess with kids." Thorns said angrily, his accent strong.
The one called Del looked slightly surprised, raising a fine black brow against porcelain skin. "I. .do not know what you are talking about. Calm down, Thorns. What's going on?" Concern oozes into her voice, perhaps a bit too thickly, as she reaches out with her hands and encloses them over Thorns' hands.
". . . . . ." Thorns was quiet for a moment, his eyes avoiding Del's. Their eyes meet, and he sighs, his anger fleeting as he once again caves to that woman." Gotham high, sugah. Da Knaves. What eva' is goin' on with da students, da shield? Sounds jus' like Knave work."
Del smiled, her crimson lips curling up at the corners. "Oh sweet Thorns. You assumed I had betrayed you." Fear flashed in Thorns' eyes for a second, but faded as Del let out a soft chuckle. "I promised you I would not draw kids into our Knaves. No matter their talent. I have kept that promise for over ten years now. I would not break it now."
Del stood, bringing a hand up to caress Thorns' face. "You are too important to the Knaves. . To me. . to lose." She said, her voice changing again, becoming a sultry.
"Ah. . Ah apologise Sugah. . " Thorns began, but was quieted by a fine finger to his lips.
"None of that, dear. No words." Del almost whispered as she wrapped her arms around Thorns neck and drew him in for a kiss. There was no resistance.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 25, 2010 16:43:56 GMT -5
Renee shook her head. "I would hate to be whoever works in that network's complaints department tonight. I get the feeling they'll be getting an earful."
She slipped her arm around Lucy. "I'm not sure when the press in Gotham got so out of touch... or were they always like this and I just didn't notice?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 25, 2010 21:42:18 GMT -5
Half an hour later, Renee's phone rang again. Lucy excused herself, going to the kitchen to make herself a drink, allowing Renee privacy to talk.
". . .Renee? Houston here. I found a link between this Knave fellow and the school. At least the name Knave. Apparently there was a suicide of student who went to Gotham High who blogged about being contacted by a Knave, and she became obsessed with him. When he turned down her advances, she realised the only way she could be with him was in death. Guess she decided killin' herself was easier than moving on." Jack sighed. "Its a weak link at best. . wait. Hold on. Computer crimes is calling me back."
Jack put Renee on hold. While she waited for him to return, Lucy had come back. "What's going on, honey?" She asked, wrapping her arm around Renee's waist.
"Renee. Meet me at the school. The principal had apparently been exchanging emails with Luthor Corp. as well as someone who calls themselves the Knave of Blood."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 25, 2010 22:44:53 GMT -5
Renee nodded. "I'll be there." She then hung up the phone, kissing Lucy lightly. "Jack found something dealing with your case... he's asked me to meet him. Needs it to be sort of immediate. I don't plan to be more than a couple of hours... should I call when I'm done?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 26, 2010 10:59:30 GMT -5
Lucy was quiet for a second, and than shot Renee a sweet smile. "I should just get going than, I've got early voice lessons. Call me tomorrow sweetie." She leaned over, kissing Renee's cheek, before gathering her belongings and heading out.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 26, 2010 13:19:04 GMT -5
Renee watched Lucy go, then smiled a bit. This short a time, and I already want to find her here when I come home. Too early to offer her a key?
She pulled her coat and hat from the closet, putting them on, and took a small, flesh-colored pellet from the hidden pocket of the coat. Activating it, she showered herself in beta gas, and when the cloud cleared away, her hair and outfit had changed colors and her face had vanished. She made her way to the car, slipping into the driver's seat and breaking about a third of all traffic laws to get to the school quickly.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 26, 2010 23:06:48 GMT -5
Gotham High
The scene at the high school was shocking to say the least. The huge school was surrounded by a translucent blue dome. Cop cars had formed a perimeter around the dome, keeping the frightened parents and curious onlookers away. Mostly for their own safety.
Renee arrived right in time to see Jack Houston being interviewed by a reporter.
"So, Major cases is on this case? Any leads?" The fiesty man asked, shoving the microphone into Houston's face. "What about these troubled students? Do you plan on bringing them to justice?"
Houston looked greatly confused. "Troubled kids? Brought to Justice? Where do you get this information?"
"Obviously a better place than you." The reporter quipped. "Or you would of known that the principal is being held hostage by those little demon chil. . ." The reporter was cut off by Houston's fist to his face.
"These kids have parents. Parents who are right behind you. I will not allow you to bad mouth innocents." Jack Houston growled.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 26, 2010 23:17:32 GMT -5
Renee gazed over the situation, considering for a moment before smirking slightly. A moment later, she is standing atop one of the news vans, in sight of one of the cameras, her faceless gaze sweeping the scene. She spoke, loudly enough for all of the press to hear. "You speak as though you have all the answers, yet you do not even know the question. Ask more. Assume less."
Before anyone had a chance to approach her, she released a pulse of beta gas, and when the cloud cleared, she was gone.
Again in an alley, out of sight of the press, she pulled out her phone and called Houston. "East alley. Join me there."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 27, 2010 13:50:50 GMT -5
Minutes later, in the Alley.
Jack Houston walked over to Renee, an somewhat annoyed look on his face. "Oh, its you again. Faceless one. I wonder why Renee insists on hiding behind a mask. Even when she's just dealing with me." He says idly, quite aware that Renee was the one without a face. "No matter, I suppose. We've got a case to discuss."
He goes quiet for a moment than chuckles. "Than again, why am I discussing a case with someone who is no longer an officer?" He shrugs. "I liked to live on the wild side evidently. Nonetheless, we need to figure out a way to get inside. To find whoever is making that shield. And why. Though my collegues won't agree, the most important thing we need to do is find out why. Renee, you've always been good at that."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 29, 2010 22:05:35 GMT -5
Inside Gotham High
Basement
Principal Highdecker sat in his high backed chair, slumped onto the desk infront of him. He was honestly scared out of his wits. This thing with the students had gone too far. He couldn't send them home today looking like they did. His cold, frightened gray eyes glanced at the student records he held in his hands.
Jim Adams, Amber Frost, Jael Caine, Tolmar Grieves.
He tossed the files onto the floor, sighing heavily. I shouldn't of agreed to this. .but the faculty persisted.. Lex was offering so much money...
Principal Highdecker looked at the cell phone in his hands. But these kids. . If I hadn't of done this to them. . I wouldn't of had to call in a favor of that devil woman just to keep them here.
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Post by Trailfoot on May 1, 2010 12:28:15 GMT -5
Renee nodded to Jack, then considered a moment. "If I had to guess, I'd say that whatever is sealing the school is coming from inside. But to be sure..." She tapped her communicator. "Tot, you've been following the story about the school, right? Could you look through records and see if anything like this has happened before, and give me any information on what caused it you can find?" She then turned her faceless gaze on Jack. "Is there a route through the sewers to reach the school grounds?"
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Post by Myridd on May 2, 2010 20:41:57 GMT -5
Jack nodded, pointing towards a near by man-hole. "We're on the same wave length. No one else knows that the sewer leads into the cafeteria waste. . thing. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it is on this map." He hands Renee an old map of the sewer systems.
"Its not that hard to get there. But you're going to have to go by yourself. I need to calm the press." Jack Houston looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers. "And ice my hand."
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