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Post by sherry on Aug 25, 2011 23:38:46 GMT 1
Scheherazade walked casually into the business building prepared for everything that was about to happen in a matter of minutes. She had her shotgun and rocket launcher backpack equipped with all of the explosives she needed. Scheherazade was hoping that the robbery would grab the attention of not only the police and news but the government and S.H.I.E.L.D. She had already "robbed" 10 other banks, or at least that's what the public thought. Scheherazade thought about the attention the bank robbery would create and she also was hoping this would irritate the government. After almost getting killed on her last mission, she needed this to be a success or this would be the end.
Cautiously walking up on the roof and checking the roof to make sure no one was going to ambush her, she waited for about 5 minutes and she saw a helicopter coming towards her. After it had finally landed Scheherazade got into the helicopter and flew to a building close by the bank. As she had thought the helicopter attracted a lot of attention which made her sure that this would be quick, and easy. She stepped out of the helicopter and walked over to a door and walked down to the ground floor making sure she didn't look suspicious at all. Scheherazade walked across the street and into the bank. She had it all planned out, every single small detail of the mission was covered. She would simply walk into the bank with her fake ID and get past the guards and walk down to the vault. Now obviously she knew that someone was going to be inside with her, that is why she had a silenced gun with her. She walked right by the guards after showing her ID and a built man walked her to the vault. As soon as she walked into the vault she shot the man just as planned and set him down on the floor slowly so no one would hear him body hit the floor.
Scheherazade thought, Okay, halfway there
She began setting all of the remote mines. Once she had finished setting the bombs in the vault she heard footsteps. Scheherazade quickened her pace as she walked slowly out of the vault where she saw a man walking straight towards her. Without thought she shot the man and finished setting the bombs outside of the vault and walked all around the bank setting one bomb after the other. After she had finished that she walked out of the bank making sure she didn't look suspicious. Scheherazade walked to the building the helicopter had landed on and went back up to the roof. The helicopter arrived just as she heard someone from below scream,There's a bomb in the bank!
Scheherazade looked down at the bank where she saw people screaming and running from the bank. Scheherazade walked onto the helicopter with the 3 detonators. Once she got on the helicopter she began to fly away from the bank. A missile was shot at the helicopter from below. Scheherazade thought about whether she should launch a missile back at the shooter down by the bank, instead she detonated the bombs. She watched the bank collapse and watched the fire loom up into the air. Scheherazade knew this would be in the news. The helicopter flew her to the next bank she was going to "rob".
The only difference between this plan and the previous plan was that everything did not go as smoothly as she thought it would. A man walked down to the vault with her, as usual, but when she shot him she had forgotten to silence her gun. The gunfire was obviously heard by other people.
"I'm calling the police!" shouted a man behind a desk.
Scheherazade laughed as she held up a grenade, "I don't think you'll wanna do that."
Another man replied, "Oh please your some wuss who wouldn't hurt a fly."
"Really? You don't think I'll blow this place sky high?" Scheherazade asked wanting to hear the man's reply.
The man who was going to call the police put the phone back down and hid underneath the desk.
"No, I don't think you will! No idiot in their right mind would even try to blow up a bank because the police will go after you." the man replied trying to scare Scheherazade.
"Ya know, you are the first moron to say something like that to me." Scheherazade smiled as she threw the grenade down by the vault and watched it explode. "Would you like me to prove to you that I will indeed kill every last one of you and destroy this bank." Scheherazade then aimed her rocket launcher at the stupid man who had spoken to her. I'll shoot if you'd like me to."
The man then held up his hands, frightened to death by the rocket launcher that was pointing directly at him. "I... I am so sorry."
Scheherazade laughed, "I'm sure you are honey." she instead held up her shotgun and shot the man. A woman screamed from hearing the gun shot. "You see I'm not your typical bank robber, I don't use just guns and honestly I'm not even here to take your money." Scheherazade announced. She was going to continue with her speech but she stopped, not only because she heard the police but because a rather odd looking man strolled into the bank.
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Post by Derange on Sept 6, 2011 6:02:56 GMT 1
Not only was there a string of bank ‘robberies’ going around New York that peeked his interest but Derange was also in the big apple for a bit of business and sightseeing. He was making his rounds when he caught the action of a nearby bank exploding, several in the past hour, but this one was close. He was drawn like a moth to a flame. Since the reports were of someone blowing up banks without collecting first, his first idea was it had clown prints all over it, Rojek.
Heading towards the nearest and largest banks he arrived just in time to hear an explosion, some gun fire and bickering inside. He made it just in time! But it wasn’t Rojek. Leaving his henchmen outside to get busy on a certain task, Derange slipped inside the bank as the woman and the people were distracted. The well aimed blue haired clown glazed around the room with a grin at the New Yorkers, most of which had never seen his type before but took a turn of fear. He helped himself to a large basket of lollipops and took a seat on a couch as the woman’s attention was on him now. He let out a chuckle and clapped a few times.
“Please don’t stop, you’re making my night interesting.” he laughed.
“I got to say lady, it takes a lot of guts to blow up a bank before cleaning it out first; ten at that. Good thing I got here in time to save the candy.” He said popping one in his mouth.
He stood up taking a good look at the situation, keeping a close listen to his head piece his henchmen were keeping him updated on. Screaming down the street towards the bank were a hoard of police cars. They found the road blocked by a few black vans. Rolling down the ramps where about 50 remote controlled cars per van. They zoomed towards the stopped police cars and under them. Attached to them were explosives, ready to go off as soon as the henchmen pressed to control button. The cars raced to the back of the line before going off. The effect was disastrous, as the remote control cars started exploding, setting off the gas tanks of the cop cars. With in a few seconds the whole row of police cars were demolished in a fiery ball. Now blocking the way for more to come.
The explosions could be heard rumbling inside the building. Derange smiled hearing the explosions and looked at the people on the floor. “Sorry folk, no cops tonight. Just the fire department. HAHAHAHA!”
He turned to the woman. “There is a good several dozen banks left on the island; do you plan to hit them all?” He smiled with peeked interest.
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Post by sherry on Sept 6, 2011 20:51:08 GMT 1
Scheherazade looked at the strangely dress man with blue hair, "Who are you?" Scheherazade asked.
Scheherazade honestly just wanted to shoot the man who was slowly but surely beginning to irritate her, she moved her shotgun so it was beside her just in case the stupid looking clown tried anything. she then asked,"Why do you want to know whether I am going to every other bank anyways?" Scheherazade slowly lifted her shotgun and pointed it at the clown. "I'm not here to put on a show, so you might as well leave, unless of course you'd like to die along with the man down in the vault."
A woman screamed as a man ran up from behind her and tried to choke her.
Scheherazade immediately turned around and shot the man in the foot, he collapsed to the floor crying in pain from the bullet. Scheherazade then lifted the gun again and pulled the trigger again and shot the man in his face. The man yelled again from the pain. The woman began to cry as she watched the man bleed to death.
A man from behind the counter asked, "Well did ya do that?"
"I want the hostages to leave here, alive... duh." Scheherazade then looked over at the clown, "What do you want?"
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Post by Derange on Sept 13, 2011 22:05:34 GMT 1
He smiled. “ Folks call me Derange. I’m visiting from Gotham, if you couldn’t tell. And who might you be, little miss bank blower-upper?” He asked. He could tell she was annoyed, if he wasn’t careful he might end up dead, but there was something about her and he decided to take the risk.
"Why do you want to know whether I am going to every other bank anyways?" She asked.
“Figured you were going for a record. Sounds like a good plan to me anyways.”
"I'm not here to put on a show, so you might as well leave, unless of course you'd like to die along with the man down in the vault."
He chuckled. “That’s not what it looks like to me, seems to me you’re trying to grab some attention for yourself or lore in someone else's. Alright, alright, if you don’t wanna share the playground I’ll let you have your fun.” He said puting his hands up and going to turn but saw a man sneaking up behind her.
“Looks like someone is trying to be a hero.” He pointed. Derange watched as the man tried to choke her but failed and got a nice set of shotgun scars. He made a disturbed face and then grinned.
"Looks like the hostages are rebelling."
"What do you want?"
“Who me? Nothing. I’ll be out of your hair. Just to let you know probably don’t want to use 14th street out here, as I just blew it up along with about 25 of the NYPD squad cars.” He said and took up the basket of lollipops and headed for the exit. "Tootles!”
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Post by sherry on Sept 13, 2011 23:34:18 GMT 1
Scheherazade watched Derange, or whatever his name was try to walk out the door. She shot 2 warning shots, one at the ceiling and one by his feet. She closed her eyes slowly and reopened them, 2 golems came out of her glowing chakram and grabbed Derange and pulled him to the floor. "You aren't going anywhere sweetie." Scheherazade laughed as she began setting more bombs.
Scheherazade's golems went into spirit form and back into her chakram. "Don't you move... clown." She continued to set her explosives. She thought to herself, Hmm... I wonder if I could leave after I am finished setting these bombs... Scheherazade sent out 5 ghosts to check out what is going on outside. Scheherazade walked back up to the bank entrance. Scheherazade looked over at Derange, she walked back down to the vault to set her last bomb and then she remembered what the blue haired fool said about blowing up the squad cars. Is this imbecile trying to impress me? Or help me? Scheherazade ran back up to the entrance and found Derange on the floor still.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I am on a mission right now! Because you blew up those squad cars more policemen are going to come!" She kicked him angrily in the stomach. Just as she was walking to the bank desk her ghosts came back.
One of the ghosts said to her calmly, "There are many more NYPD people here they are mostly standing behind the cars that had been blown up, there are at least 50 men there, when we were coming back we saw 5 more police cars show up, there were at least 2 men in each car, which adds at least 10 men to the 50 men. The ghosts continued to talk to her for a little while longer and then she turned them back into spirits and
Scheherazade obviously knew that she looked crazy because she was talking to ghosts that she could only see. She cursed under her breath. "Now my job is harder because of you, clown boy. There are at least 60 men out there who are ready to kill me. Honestly I don't wanna go out there and kill them because I've dealt with this like a trillion times and it's getting boring." Scheherazade held a frag grenade in her hand. She then told half of the hostages to go down to the vault. As she assumed not one hostage disobeyed her orders and she locked them in there, she yelled,"Don't mess with any of the bombs... if you wanna live of course." Scheherazade sat on the floor and waited for the police men to try to walk through the door so she could watch them all get blown up because she set some mines on the door and the windows. Although the windows were glass she still set the bombs, and she wanted the glass to fly everywhere, hopefully it would do a lot of damage to the policemen.
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Post by Derange on Oct 2, 2011 4:44:10 GMT 1
Walking on out Derange was intercepted by two shots, he jumped back around and turned to her.
“Whoa hey I’m going I’m going!” he yipped, but then something grabbed by something throw to the floor, kicking and yipping. He was confused and a bit scared of just what had a hold of him. He looked up from the floor and lifted himself up onto his arm and was still being forced down by some unworldly thing.
"You aren't going anywhere sweetie. Don't you move... clown."
“Sure, but this floor is kinda gross.” He says tapping his glove on the floor awaiting what she and he ghostly things would do next.
Is this imbecile trying to impress me? Or help me? “
“Impress you, no actually I was impressed by you, I’m still trying to figure out what crazy sheme you’re up too. Its funny you seemed to pull me right in, I guess great mind think alive I suppose.”
"Who the hell do you think you are? I am on a mission right now! Because you blew up those squad cars more policemen are going to come!" She kicked him angrily in the stomach.
He was kick and rolled over with a breathy laugh and then groaned. He stood up still laughing.
“Well what do you suppose; we could always blow them up again.
"Now my job is harder because of you, clown boy. There are at least 60 men out there who are ready to kill me. Honestly I don't wanna go out there and kill them because I've dealt with this like a trillion times and it's getting boring."
“Let me give you a little advice from what I have seen here so far. See, one problem with your little bank robbery game, you should always be prepared for the unexpected. Your problem is you over planned and stuck yourself in this repetitive process. Nothing ever goes to plan in this line of business sweetie, but I’m sure I can help you out. Don’t go blaming me, you were slipping since the last five hits, I’ve been listening to the police radio. You were bound to get caught at some point. And if it’s boring, then you’re doing something wrong. Doing the same crime over and over and not being open to opportunity and random craziness of the crime, well that can get rather depressing.” He smiled.
“So how to you plan to get out of here? Go up into your helicopter like they expect you to do or would you like to take a walk on the deranged side?” He says and randomly stomps on the floor.
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Post by sherry on Nov 29, 2011 3:18:44 GMT 1
Just when Scheherazade thought that the situation couldn't get any worse, already due to the fact she had a stupid clown trying to help her. She heard a sound from outside. She went to go look out the window, she sighed. Scheherazade cursed under her breath, "God Damn... I already have to deal with one fool, why did you have to send another fool GOD, did I do something terrible from my past that you are punishing me for?"
She noticed the moron in the dark red outfit talking to a police officer. "You have got to be joking... a wannabe hero? Again?"
Scheherazade scanned the fool dressed in dark red closely and noticed that his face was covered up. "Oh, my goodness, what is this another episode of spiderman?" She scanned the roads again and noticed that there weren't as many policemen as she suspected, maybe that clown wasn't so stupid after all. Still extremely pissed with Derange because he just walked up into her crime scene like his was the man, she kicked him in the stomach. She grabbed an apple from the snack room and came back to the lobby of the bank.
Scheherazade cautiously moved her shotgun from her holster and pointed it at the glass, hoping to scare the police officers and blow up the policemen by aiming a missile at them. Immediately she saw the flaws in her plan. Her Chakram began to glow and 5 spirits flew from her tattoo on her wrist. The five spirits formed into golems, hopefully the golems would be able to distract the policemen. Suddenly an idea sprang into her head. She grinned as she turned to Derange.
"Okay clown, I need you to do me a favor, if you do this for me I will do a favor for you and spare your life... and possibly do more business with you. The plan is that you are going to walk out there and if they point their guns at you, your going to take this. " Scheherazade pulled out a grenade. "and you are going to threaten to kill all of the people in the bank, obviously they are going to listen to you because they are stupid insignificant humans and then the golems are going to come behind you and stand in front of you. The policemen are most likely going to shoot but by then i will have many more golems outside... either ways you are going to throw the grenade at the policemen, and the fool dressed in red and dressed worse than you and then you will come back inside... and if you leave i will just have my golems come after you. Understood sweetie?"
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Post by Derange on Dec 7, 2011 6:35:48 GMT 1
As Sherry was concerning herself over the cops and the hero outside and her anger against him arose, Derange simple walked around the lobby looking at certain things and towards the hostages. He rubbed his midsection where he was assaulted, if it wasn’t for the bulletproof vest under his shirt, it would have hurt worse. Derange listened but didn’t seem to pay attention to her or the fact that she had threatened his life. He was kind of concerned about the ghosts they were kind of creepy. He acted as if this was all irrelevant. He took up a smug look as if he had already figured out something and wasn’t telling her.
“Ya know kid you worry too much. A little advice, next time plan for the unthinkable. Anything can happen really. To most it’s a hindrance, to others it’s called adventure. You can’t plan to blow up a dozen banks and expect everything to go perfect. ” He said and found himself back into the chair he was before and watched her and he took up his radio and set it on his lap. He watched as she aimed her weapon towards the hoard of policemen outside.
“Ooo, now you’re getting interesting.” He then listened to her plan, a plan that clearly would get him killed. Derange starts laughing.
“That’s the wors... No no.. I’ll be nice. Ok, there is some flaw in what you’re telling me. First off this is your little bank barbeque, why should I take the role of threaten the hostages or offering any negotiations? Second, I walk out there with an explosive with murderous intent, guess who’s gonna get shot? You think I trust your little bed sheet ghosties here. Third you keep threaten to kill me and I haven’t even had to chance to return the gesture.” He then smiled.
“Your plan stinks, well to a point. But, I can do you one better.” He said turning his head sideways at her still. “We could always send my tank.” He then started laughing again and stomped on the floor again, holding his radio up.
“Bad wolf to Poppa bear, Bad Wolf to Poppa Bear. The porridge is just right.” He said. He looked at Sherry with a stern face. “You might want to watch where you stand.” There was a sudden crackling and pounding noise from below them that kept getting louder and went on for a few seconds. Derange twirled a lollipop in his hand and looked at Sherry.
“I’d watch what you say to my pal here. Because in the uncut story of Goldilocks, the naughty little girl becomes the bears dinner.” He said and took a step back.
There was then a smash right below them and the floor suddenly began to shake and split. Bursting through the floor was a large fist and then another which managed to rip apart the floor like a plow through snow. After a hole was large enough there was a silent eery moment from below and a spite of awe from the hostages. A deep growl emitted from the dark basement of the bank. Derange leaned against a large pillar waiting. The odds were about to grow on his side, with Killer Croc in the mix, she would have to be careful about those threats against Derange.
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Post by Killer Croc on Dec 10, 2011 3:55:12 GMT 1
Scummy and stinky was the hole Casey found himself; hunched up in the sewer that was lined under what he believed was the bank Derange sent him to. It wasn’t anything new for the large mugged faced beast, he often made such places his home. He asked Derange to stomp on the floor when he was ready for him to reveal himself. It was two stories up yes and many feet thick with old concrete and steal, but his once he got though the base his keen ears would pick up on the stomping. Getting into the bank this way would be somewhat challenging, but he wasn’t about to turn around and leave. There was a prize above.
He put his hand up on the ceiling feeling the cold wet concrete, he snarled and then pulled his fist back hitting the ceiling. He slammed both his fists into it and his full force, breaking and ripping and it apart. It would take him about ten minutes until he got into the basement of the building. Peeling the last placement of the floor and sliding up into the building he found himself being stared at by a nervous bank guard from across the room.
“H-holy shiii-iiit. Freeze don’t move or I’ll shoot!” The man yelped taking a stance with his gun aimed and shaking.
Casey snorted loudly as dust flew from face and he gave the man a cold, heartless stare. He rose up, his head nearly rubbing against the light, Casey was full of testosterone, grumpy and breathed heavy. He took a step forward and shook the dust off his shoulders and snarled low. The man threatening him was rather pathetic looking, alone and hiding down in the basement while the bank was being robbed. Casey ran his large claws across the ceiling, scratching it as if he were sharpening them.
“You go ahead and shoot me boy, it will just provoke me in kill'in you quicker.” He said.
“Dig’n through that was tiring and I’m hungry, guess I just found my next meal. Better run!” He said and hunkered down cracking his knuckles in front of his chest. The scared man’s hand accidentally slipped sending a round pelting Casey’s thigh. Snarling he glazed up at the man looking into his eyes for a silent moment before charging towards him with his claws drawn. The man fired several more rounds but was tackled by the massive animal’s large arm, slammed across the room into a volt.
“Now you’re mine!” He yelled and reached towards him. The man laid against the volt wall with a broken back and screamed as the last thing he saw was Casey’s large drool dripping teeth. After killing the man Casey heard stomping over head, Derange was here and it was about time to say hello. He finished with the man and tossed the body down the hole when he heard the radio. He began pounding through the ceiling, cracking it like an egg shell. Before long there was a gaping whole in the floor and he squinted from the light as he saw Derange standing to the side.
He growled and put his hands up and jumped up through the whole and pulled himself through. Slamming down on the floor he glazed at Derange and then the woman and then his lazy eyes moved towards the gasping and horror filled hostages. He snorted, brushing away the dust with his blood soaked hands and glazed back down at the woman.
“This the bank bomber? You gotta be shitin' me!” he chuckled deeply.
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Post by sherry on Dec 21, 2011 21:18:57 GMT 1
... Okay Scheherazade wouldn’t admit it to Clown boy, but her plan was pretty sketchy and lame... and the worst part about it, was that she knew he was right... why hadn’t she come prepared? Usually she always came prepared, she had been feeling a little distracted lately. Scheherazade rezoned back in on what was currently going on. She felt rumbling from underneath her and a large creature arose from the ground. Scheherazade was pretty sure that Derange was expecting the normal reaction; cowering into a corner and letting he and his little circus pet do whatever the hell they wanted to. But of course there is one issue with that reaction, Scheherazade was not normal, and did not just run away when a challenge was thrown at her. Whether Mr. Clown Boy over there was trying to threaten her or whether it was an actual challenge to see if she could disable the simpleminded creature, she would refuse to back down. She did not care that the hideous creature was 2 or 3 feet taller than her, and she certainly did not care that it was trying to kill her.
She laughed,“Okay Mr. Clown face, please tell me you aren’t trying to intimidate me with your little circus creature over here. What is it going to do? Perform at trick and entertain all of the hostages while I try to figure out what to do about this stupid hero-wannabe outside?” Scheherazade sort of chuckled,“Your deformed creature does not scare me, at all.” Scheherazade then smiled, “So when is your slobbery creature, who is just oh so frightening, going to attempt to tear off my limbs and eat them?” She looked out of the window again and noticed the stupid hero wannabe still outside. “Ugh, when is that moron going to leave? Does he really think he is going to save someone?”
Scheherazade then walked past Derange and his nasty creature over to the vault. She sat down laughing with her shotgun with her. She laughed and laughed and heard a man walk over to where she was with a gun.
"Let us go you low life. Do you have anything better to do in your life than terrorize innocent people!? And if you don't let us go, I will pull this trigger. If you don't believe me just watch, I will... will, pull.... the.... this.... this trigger!"
Scheherazade laughed and moved closer to the gun, "Pull the trigger sweetie, I dare you."
The man hesitated as he looked at the gun and looked at Scheherazade. He then pointed the gun at Derange. "I'll shoot him instead!"
Scheherazade trying not to show that she cared, because deep down for some reason she did care. The feeling felt disgusting because she honestly did not like the clown. But he did offer up business and he didn't seem like that bad of a guy he was just extremely annoying. "You go ahead and shoot him too, but his little pet thing over there is going to kill you. And if he doesn't kill you immediately, I will. So you pull that trigger, but if you're smart you'll go sit back down with your family and carry on with your pathetic life instead of trying to be Mr. Courageous or whatever your trying to be. Plus, I'm just trying to put this into your children's perspective, but if I where a hostage with my family in a bank robbery I wouldn't want my father to just walk up to the robber and threaten to kill them and then watch my father die right after. I don't know about you but I wouldn't want to see my dad get killed right in front of my eyes. Would you?" Scheherazade picked up her shotgun waiting for the man's response.
As she assumed the man did not respond at all and he put his hands up as he noticed Scheherazade with her finger curled around the trigger of her gun. He set down the gun and walked slowly back to his family. She picked up the man's gun and walked back to the vault. She then remembered that Mr. Clown and his kitty where still in the bank and she remembered that Derange had threatened her with his kitty and started laughing a little again.
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Post by Killer Croc on Jan 17, 2012 23:30:18 GMT 1
Casey snarled at the woman as she belittled him and called him names. Was she insane? Casey’s blood began to boil. There wasn’t anything worse that poked at his side then people making fun of him. He clenched his fists tightly and they popped and crackled as he glared down at the woman. She was already setting her head under the guillotine and handing him the rope and he didn’t find it amusing. His eyes narrowed at her with rage and in unbelief as she continued to mock him and was pretty much pleading with him to swipe her jaw right off her face.
“Come a little closer! I might take you up on that! You might think I’m amusing; well I’m not amused by you. Maybe I should instill some fear into you and teach you a little respect. But you’d be dead before you would learn anything. Try and pull any more of my cords, woman. Try it!” He grunted.
He glanced at Derange who seemed to be in a nervously giggly state about what he was gonna do with the fresh mouthed woman he seemed to slowly be growing a soft spot for. Derange had offered Casey’s assistance and in return Casey was going to get what he wanted. But the woman’s attitude and her lack of respect and cooperation was leading to a bad sketch of the plan. Wither or not the plan fell into order didn’t concern Casey, he would get what he wanted, wither by killing everyone here or not. He watched the woman walk away towards the vault, the shiny and glorious vault. He snarled, did she think Derange had him under his power?
“You wanna rethink the idea of Duster Head here. He don’t hold me by a leash. I call the shots of wither I eat you or not, and you’re testing my temper.” He snapped.
As it would seem some fool decided to be the hero and stood up to the woman in an attempt to free himself, his family and the others. He listened to their babbling about killing each other and symbolism the outcomes would have. Yet his attention was drawn outside. Not at the cops who surrounded the area but towards one particular person; the hero. He stomped towards the entrance of the bank and glazed out the glass door and thought.
‘They call that little mouth full a hero? I take shits bigger than him! I’ll rip him apart in front of those pitiful little pigs and slaughter them up next.’ The woman soon put the man in his place and began laughing again. He stood glaring at the window, still eyes met on the hero and they didn’t move. He gave off a threatening display towards the hero.
“Tell you what; I’ll take care of your little fly for ya. You got something I want; give it to me and he’s as good as dead! Let me show you how Gotham takes care of heroes.” He said.
He turned towards them and glared past the two and at the hostages. Storming up he charged at the man who gave Sherry a hard time, the others scattered and Casey left them crying as he clutched the man with his claw. He walked towards the doors and turned.
“Here is the lesson to all you little heroes.” He said muttering to the hostages. Grasping the terrified man’s shoulder he forced him up, biting his head clean off and punted it back at them. He whipped his tail which broke the glass and he turned charging out of the bank towards the cops and the hero. The round of fire started and pelted off his tough skin. It only seemed to make his charge faster and made him all the madder and flesh craved. He used the body of the man as a club, hitting the cops and pulled a large knife for the other hand, slashing at them.
"Where is your Hero to Save you now!!?"
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Post by sherry on Mar 6, 2012 4:43:38 GMT 1
Scheherazade had to admit; she was quite impressed with the threats this stupid clown’s doggie was trying to sell. He must have thought she was some cowardly nincompoop with no guts. She had dealt with the worst of the worst and he really thought he was scary? Sure, his face was nasty and slimy and reminded her of some repulsive glob of crap that a dog or cat usually left behind after they had used the bathroom but no, not one aspect of this… whimsical creature scared her. Was she insane? Possibly. Was she a flimsy spineless woman who ran away from challenges? Oh hell no.
“Take me up on what? You filthy scalawag, do you really think you’re a scary being? All of these pathetic, good for nothing humans are scared of you because they have never seen anything as abhorrent as you. But me, I’m the exception. Sweetie, you thought you were scary, as far as I am concerned you are a little teddy bear that a little girl snuggles up with at night. So don’t try to sell me some bullshit and threaten to kill me. Although you are stronger than me, I will fight you… gladly.”
Scheherazade moved her rocket launcher behind her back. Casey then bit off the man’s head that was bothering her. Was this fool trying to side with her now? She didn’t say she was going to do business with that piece of crap. Scheherazade had already pushed her limits, she was actually about to do business with a blue hair circus freak and now his big ass elephant pet wants to join in their so called “team” too? Oh no, she was not about that stupid team stuff. Scheherazade was clearly not fond of “teams” which would mean having to agree with people and negotiate with people… she didn’t like doing that. At all. She hated the idea of having to see that blue haired clown again. But of course, what if he was a beneficial business partner? What real harm could he do, already shown by the situation in front of her, he could couldn’t do crap without the help of his doggie thing.
She shook her head,“Okay clown boy, let’s make a deal here since you are thinking about becoming business partners with me.” She looked down at the floor still not being able to grasp the enormity of what she was about to do, she had never done it before… but people, including her father, did this stuff all the time. How could something as simple as making an agreement be so hard for Scheherazade?“I’ll let you go, IF, you help me with finishing my bank robberies… well they aren’t actual bank robberies… but anyway! After I have finished my tasks. We can look more into this… business partnership stuff.” Scheherazade now, was really hoping that her choices were wise because the last thing she needed was a failure, and if there was one thing Scheherazade hated more than this pathetic planet, was failures...
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Post by James O'Grady on May 31, 2012 1:38:54 GMT 1
James wasn't one to typically visit a bank, he had his own little personal bank stashed somewhere within the confines of the JLA Tower, if Ayame hadn't tampered with it... He was here to finally do something he had been putting off, setting up an outside banking account to prevent just that very thing he'd thought of. James was looking forward to taking a vacation eventually and he needed to place the money somewhere safe. Maybe I'll take Jamie with me..., he thought.
He was standing in line JUST about to converse with the personal banker when the bank was ambushed. Luckily, in the confusion James was able to slink away, shrink, and fly to a high enough level to stay out of eye sight. He witnessed a rather attractive young lady enter with what appeared to be stone golems... They handled her every beck and whim, pilfering, and eventually injuring the now bank- full of hostages. Normally he wouldn't have just "sat" there and observed what he was up against, but these were total unknowns. He had never encountered magic like this, he had however, recognized the blue mop top of the delirious clown known as Derange... When he suddenly entered the scene, James zipped in a little closer and lighted on a window frame nearby to catch an earful of what the villains were into.
Then it became evident that they were fighting over forming a "team," albeit brief... He obviously wouldn't be able to handle all three, yes, three because within moments Killer Croc was in the room. The only help possible would be the police, but they were blocked from the inside. James witnessed a beheading and then it was instantly decided... he would have to go BIG or go to his heavenly home...
"FEE-FI- FO- FUM... I SMELL THE STENCH OF VILLAINOUS SCUM!!!" James bellowed while still small. He flew to a nearby vent and found his way to the side of the bank. It was a rather clear alleyway which he used to grow to about 9 feet tall. He then shook the building as he broke through a main floor window.
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Post by Derange on May 31, 2012 4:02:55 GMT 1
Derange grined at Sherry. “Sure whatever you want kiddo, but we should get it moving, Big n Scaly is working the cops but I have a feeling the funny guys in tights might show soon. So…” As Derange said that he turned to see a large man dressed as a beetle. He glared at the hero who was as tall as Killer Croc break into the large window.
“Well! Better call back the hostage negotiator because we are going to need more pizzas!” He said and then pointed to Sherry.
“She did it!” He laughed and winked at her. “Ok, ok, you want to save the hostages big boy, here! Go fetchy!” Derange said as he pulled and tossed a live blue grenade in the middle of the room where the hostages were. He laughed as he ran by and slide across the floor doing a half twirl.
“10, 9, 8, … 67 19, 41, 85, 24.....” He said and run down the hall laughing.
“The bad thing about being big is you can’t fit your big behind through doors. No offense to Crocy.” He said to himself and rounded the corner. "That should exterminate bug boy!!"
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Post by Erin Brown on May 31, 2012 14:14:53 GMT 1
(I decided its time Casey got that buttkicking!)
What kind of wacko blows up all the banks in the city? I mean did they get over drafted and go berzerk? Erin thought to herself as she headed towards the scene. Apparently there was a big issue, something about an insane lady with some ghosts, a clowns and a giant lizards running around. It sounded like a leg pull but nothing surprised her these days. She didn’t know the details besides what came over the con as she was hanging around the city, but apparently the police force was being flattened. Silver Scarab was already on the scene and possibly some other members were on their way. No one blows up banks in this town. Didn’t they know the city was crawling with members of the Justice League of Avengers! Butts were going to be kicked!
Soaring across the sky line Arachnia landed on a tall tower and grazed down at the mayhem before her. Cop cars spread out everywhere, fire, blood and chaos! And what the hell was that! They weren’t kidding when they said a giant lizard was attacking the police. It looked like a big toad; no she looked closer and saw it was some gator man. She then recalled someone named Killer Croc from Gotham, it matched his description and his size and that gruesome killing rage he was dishing out. She then figured the clown described had to be from Gotham too. Why were Gotham’s scum here in New York? Clearly not vacationing or hear for the sights, the Bugle would have a ball with this one. It was time to give these visitors an unwarm welcome spider style. Erin took a dive, it was on.
“Alright Ugly! What wasn’t Gotham good enough for you? You have to come down here and pick on our boys in blue.” She said landing in front of him and hunkered down sprawled out. Arachnia was dressed in her usual full body black costume with a red hour glass on her midsection. She glared up at him from under her black hood trying to remember the details on this big creep. She figured she would keep him busy while the others stopped the terrorists inside. A stupid and lumbering creature would be easy to take down. She might have been seven times smaller than him but he wouldn’t be hard to outsmart and the bigger they are the harder they fall.
“You came to the wrong place and I’m going to have to web up your little fiesta here.” She said as she looked up at the bull dog faced creature. “You can turn yourself in but I have a feeling you won’t. Good thing, I was the mood to kick your fat ass anyway!” She said and leaped up and flipped over him.
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