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Post by Killer Croc on Sept 12, 2011 3:21:44 GMT 1
Two men sat nervously in the building at a table on the second level, they knew someone was meeting with them and they knew he had a reputation but they had an important job and word had it he was the best at what he did. The Iceberg Lounge had changed and grew but it still kept the overall theme and atmosphere. The crowd was mixed and even though it was a popular place in Gotham it often attracted criminals, fights and big problems. A new generation gave it a fresh allure; new music, new drinks, new rules.
This particular night it was raining moderately and the city was dark, gloomy and quiet, too quiet. The Lounge wasn’t as busy but still a crowd grew here. The bouncer in the back of the building listened to a headset for the scores from the football game. He stepped back quickly suddenly seeing the large figure standing in front of him, hunched over, he seemed to come from nowhere and glared down at the man as he back up into the door. The fear grew in his eyes as it stepped into the light and began to speak.
“I’m here to meet someone.” He grumbled.
The bouncer didn’t know what to say prior to spitting out surprised swear words and looked up at him. The man, being large himself was dwarfed by the creature that stood there. The expressions on his face started to make Casey annoyed.
“You gonna to let me in or do I have to throw you out of my way!” he said and reached for the man.
“I, I can’t let you in here!” He said backing up more and franticly waved to someone inside. Seconds later three other large men walked out of a side door, they walked up and then froze when they saw what the big problem was. Casey could see and smell the fear on all four of them as he turned slightly and he narrowed his eyes. He glazed slowly over to the men and snarled, clenching his large fists.
“HA …HA....HA.” He looked down at the bouncer, unmoved by his poor attempts to get rid of him.
“And what are they gonna do? I’ll give you three seconds to haul your carcass out of my way before I smash your head into the wall! One…” He said with a slight pause and then swung his fist at the man before he could react, crushing him between the door way, instantly breaking his spine and many places.
Grabbing the dead man he swing him at the other three, forcefully knocking them over. Killer Croc pulled back the two metal doors, ripping them off their hinges and tossed them behind him. Sliding his way into the building he entered the vast dark room. Onward he could see a bar, a large dance floor, lounges and lots of people everywhere.
He took a second and his lazy eyes glazed around the room. The music was loud and it would soon give him a headache along with the flashing lights. He ignored the people as the soon noticed him and gave his plenty of room. The bulky Killer Croc staggered forward and the crowd soon started to spread apart. It got quiet, besides for the gasps and whispers. Everyone seemed to stare.
“GRRAA, what you looking at meat, beat it!” He snapped at the people and made aggressive motions towards them. He grabbed a random pitcher of beer from a table and throw it down his throat like it was nothing and headed toward the middle of the room. He was becoming more and more annoyed by the second, if it wasn’t for the possibility of a job he would all ready have been sinking his teeth into the crowd, this is why he didn't go in public. He hated people and how they stared and spoke about him.
“Now where are those meatsacks?” he said looking for the people he was supposed to meet.
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Post by jestyr on Sept 14, 2011 14:17:15 GMT 1
Jestyr watched the entire debacle before her eyes. She had heard slightly from her dear Rojek, that this Casey was in all forms of another word, a giant crocodile. She was not expecting him to be so...big. Peering from her safety vantage point, she clearly saw her entrance. Plumes of smoke were emanating from the room. Mostly cigar, some cigarette. Taking a deep breath Jest headed for the door, sneaking as quietly as she could. As she reached the door, she saw Casey, downing his alcohol and generally giving off a mean demeanor. This wouldn't be too bad, she thought to herself. Sidling in the doorframe she leaned against the right side, her eyes locked onto the big scaly man withing it's depths. She knew he would noticed her, if not smell her. She smelled of curiosity, laced with a slight bit of crazy. Courtesy of Rojek no doubt. Playing with one of the holes in her outfit she glanced at Casey. Ready to ignite the flight of her fight/flight syndrome.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Sept 14, 2011 16:22:33 GMT 1
Sam sat on the upper level talking with several young ladies, playing off his likeness of pop singer Taio Cruz. It was nice to have a night away from the Tower, the stress of getting the security updated during reconstruction, and just general heroism on the daily. The only battle he was fighting now was with his thoughts and that one of these girls were eventually going to ask him to sing to them. In an attempt to be one step ahead of them he opted that dancing would be a good idea. "Well ladies, any of you want to --" His ears perked up at the sound of some sort of commotion going on up front at the entrance. "dance?"
Sam peeked over his shoulder and at the floor and bar below and witnessed as a giant animal strolled into the club, pushing and yelling at the patrons, before swallowing the contents of a pitcher in one fatal gulp. This dude was hardcore whoever he was. He also knew this was not going to be an easy battle unless.... Unless, the creature below was wasted enough to make it a quick tussle. Thus reducing or nixing the need for Sam to use his powers. Yet something held him back from saying much so as to continue studying this scene. So in the meantime he led the ladies to another exit for their safety before returning to the balcony, taking a seat on the railing, silently watching the events unfold below.
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Post by Killer Croc on Sept 16, 2011 17:40:54 GMT 1
As the crowd seemed to peel apart from the general area he could hear people whispering things. What is that? Lets get out of here. Is that killer croc? It’s so fucking ugly. That thing is a killer, call the cops. Its gonna kill us!...
He snarled looking around the large room, getting tenser and ready to charge at some unlucky victim. He almost nearly forgetting his purpose here, he turned looking for anyone who motioned to him or would come up to greet him. He saw a woman appear by a door way, her eyes locked into his dully glazed ones and she played with her clothes. She was the only one who made any contact so he straggled up towards her. Standing only a few feet away he towered over her like a pitbull to a kitten and let out a low rumbling grunt.
“You the one I’m meeting with, doll?” he said looking down at her and took in a breath. Meanwhile he could sense the curious crowd gathering back behind him. His eyes slowly turned and he snarling. He then turned back to the woman and crossed his arms with his tail swaying lumberously.
“You want a demonstration little lady, as what I can REALLY DO?” He snarled and then let out a deep laugh. “This place is starting to get me riled up!"
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Post by jestyr on Sept 16, 2011 18:09:43 GMT 1
Jest cocked her head slightly as the crocodile man addressed her. She was not expecting that. Full human speech. Rojek should have prepared her better. But she was good on the fly. Nodding her head slightly, and somewhat childishly, she looked at the Crocodile. Never once blinking, her eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing him from her small distance.
Large, imposing, and speech given. It was enough to keep her locked in her stance. And Rojek wanted him apparently. Well that meant she wanted him. Rojek was always right in her eyes, there was no doubt. He was a true leader among filth and animals. And she was his faithful disciple. Stepping into the room slightly, still against the wall, or what was left of it, she cocked her head again at the Crocodile.
"I suppose you could call me that. Though I am not your doll." Nodding her head at his last statement she said in a soft voice. "I wanna see what makes you so special. Despite your impending presence, obviously. But sadly one cannot only rely on looks. Let us see what you can do Crocodile." she finished with a slight smile on her lips, her body tensed for anything that may come through the entrance of the room.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Sept 16, 2011 19:17:02 GMT 1
Sam glanced at his watch... It was getting late and he should have reported in to Titan's Tower by now. He was also supposed to have met Pete hours ago. He just chose to spend his time socializing while he waited on the other Titan to arrive. Now he began to wonder if joining Pete in Gotham's night life was such a good idea.
Samuel flicked his head up as he caught a glimpse of blonde hair billowing from the light breeze of the fans below. She looked kinda cute, but judging by the relaxed nature of this woman he figured it was either more trouble or the lady was pure crazy... Then his eyes went a little wide as she was dwarfed by the Croc- Man-Thing. Surely this was getting beyond belief as he heard them exchange some words and his snarling... Sam's muscles tensed... he couldn't hold out for Pete all night, nor could he let this woman and walking talking cowboy boot skin meander off into the night causing havoc... "HEY! WHO CUT THE MUSIC?!"
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Post by Killer Croc on Oct 12, 2011 1:47:53 GMT 1
"I wanna see what makes you so special. Despite your impending presence, obviously. But sadly one cannot only rely on looks. Let us see what you can do Crocodile."
Staring at the large creature, the crowd was drawn loosly around them. The music cut as the announcer wasn’t sure if an evacuation was needed. The three bouncers drifted back in and timidly walked towards the scene, a few more moved through the people as well. Casey eyes around the room waiting for the right moment and the right victum to start off with first. Like a wild crocidle he would make his selection carefully, but unlike the wild creature he wouldn’t stop at just one kill.
He suddenly felt someone behind him but was hesitant to react as two half naked women walked around him rubbing their hands across his tail and back. Giggles and complements came from them as they wrapped themselves around his large elbows. He looked side to side at them. They were also bouncers, ones like the penguin had back in the day to help run the place. Their motives were to try and lure him away but he wasn’t moved by them or their sex appeal.
“Hands off bitches, unless you want them broken or bit off.” He said and grabbed around their waists and lifted them up and roared, tossing them into the crowd of party-goers. Casey turned to a young man sneaking past him; that was the skittish wildebeest in the water that he was waiting for. Reaching out he grabbed the man with a swipe of his claw.
“Where ya going meat, its feeding time and you’re gonna miss the show.” He said lifting the man up over his mouth. “HA HA” He snarled and licked his chops.
“Put the man down!”
Casey snarled lowing the terrified drunk, looking over to see the elite team of bouncers coming at him with bats and blunt weapons drawn. He laughed deeply and tossing the man over his side into the polar bear tank like a rag doll, he charged at them like a rhino, with his jaws and claws open wide ready to rip them apart.
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Oct 12, 2011 3:51:59 GMT 1
Sam watched and grimaced often at the creature's vulgar language and rudeness. He had had enough. So he simply walked out the back door to the club. On his way out though he noticed the bouncers starting to swarm in from just about everywhere.... Sam started wondering as the black clad burly men ran by carrying an assortment of weaponry intended for waylaying unruly patrons and clubbers, Where are they all coming from and who owns this club that they could employ this many bouncers?!
He exited the club and walked out to the rear parking lot that Pete had suggested. Outside awaited his prized bike that he had spent days restoring and modifying. He opened one of the compartments built into the side of his modified 'R'-cycle, one of the many that the Titans had found in the bunker below their Tower on the San Fran. Bay. He waited impatiently as the compartments in the back rotated concealed doors up to reveal a pair of Hard Baller pistols. Sam checked the pistols to make sure they were loaded and picked up and put away the extra ammo and switch pack so he could channel his powers through the gun. He lifted the seat of his bike to pull his dual back holster and utility belt from the compartment there, and returned to the club in time to make a mad run and catch the young man flying towards the polar bear tank.
THIS HAS TO END SOON, Sam thought, before someone gets hurt, or in this case eaten! It was then that he removed a pistol, turned off the safety, and fired two warning shots. First toward the air for the bouncer's attention, and the other past the tip of the Croc Man's nose, at a glass on the table in front of him for his.
" Line up and chill out! Gotham PD is en route!"
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Post by jestyr on Oct 12, 2011 14:45:34 GMT 1
Jes smiled somewhat maliciously as the giant Crocodile circled the room. Her eyes widened as he threatened the two women who were attempting to seduce him. He didn't even bat an eye. It was so perfect the way he was handling people. Threaten. And he seemed to mean it. Giving a little giggle as he threw the last man away, Jest made her way towards the Crocodile, clapping monotonically.
"You are by far one of the most impressive creatures I have ever seen. You have no fear. You would fit in so perfectly in my home. Be treated like a king. No one wou-" interrupted by a bullet whizzing past her head and hitting some glass, inches away from the Crocodiles nose.
Turning slightly, awe covering her face, her eyes narrowed at a African American man standing in the distance. He was holding a gun and yelling some ridiculous phrases about Gotham PD. As if it was meant to scare her or otherwise.
Giving a somewhat stuck up snicker, Jest turned back towards the Crocodile. "What do you say Crocodile? Do you think you can take Gotham PD and this rent-a-hero?"
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Post by Killer Croc on Oct 12, 2011 21:00:53 GMT 1
Bats and blunts swung at him but they had no effect on him. A couple blades jabbed and swiped but they left no mark on his skin. With less than a minute, Killer Croc had crunched and snapped each one of the bouncers. A few were tossed across the lounge, a couple lay at his feet and some were in pieces. He glanced down at the confused one looking up at him.
“Say good night!” He said sending his foot down onto the man’s upper half, crushing him instantly. He turned slightly hearing the woman clap and cheer for him after pulverizing the men. Listen to her he couldn’t noticed the hint of a possible ‘pet’ position, and he didn’t like that idea at all. He turned to the woman about to get the story about why she called him here but there was a disturbance. Gun shots echoed throw the room and one buzzed by his face. Casey snarled turning to face the one responsible, ready to take him or them out as well.
" Line up and chill out! Gotham PD is en route!"
Casey glazed over the man, he was alone. He then started to roll with laughter and the looked at him and pointed.
“You make it should like a buffet! Good, I could use some dessert after I’m done eating you little man.” He said wiping what was left of the mans pulverized head off his foot onto a chair.
"What do you say Crocodile? Do you think you can take Gotham PD and this rent-a-hero?"
He looked over at the woman and clenched his fists.
“He’s as good as dead, doll.” He said looked at the man. “Better run boy, that little gun isn’t gonna stop me.”
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Oct 17, 2011 9:06:39 GMT 1
Sam was caught. He didn't know if it was the lack of authority that was in his voice, the look on his face as he was now actually standing on the same level as the Croc, or maybe just that he looked less prepared for a battle and not as intimidating as usual. Either way his hide was about to be skinned unless he could get himself out of this mess, let alone alive.
Sam braced himself to do the one thing he knew how do since birth. Survive. Setting his stance, he holstered his guns and enlisted the aid of his mutant powers that he shared with his ancient relative Gateway. Sam was determined to make this a quick battle because he had never gone against a foe the likes of Casey before. Sure, Sam was fast but fighting an actual Croc was vastly different from a HUMAN Croc. So he decided to attempt to put the creature in his place, so to say...
Eyes and familial alien markings now glowing a deep purple as he concentrated, Samuel let forth these four words that he hoped and prayed would NOT be his last... "Bring it on bootstraps..."
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Post by jestyr on Oct 17, 2011 22:32:51 GMT 1
Jest smiled at Croc's comment. It seemed Rojek had this one pinned on the head. Croc was a militia man. He didn't seem to phase at fighting. Which was a rare feat indeed in this day and age. Everyone wanted to talk and blather on and on. Jest also seemed pleased that this 'hero' seemed to look her over. Perhaps he thought she was a civilian? Or just merely looking her over. She was used to that. Most of her life she had been told she was useless in one way or another.
Stepping out of the line of fire, Jest watched with a critical eye on what was unfolding before her. Needless to say, in her eyes, the 'hero' looked scared or baffled. Perhaps both. But he was both out sized and out matched against Croc. Which just seemed to further her odds. And if he did manage to knock Croc down, she would be there for the recon.
For now, however, she chose to merely watch and take notes if need be.
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Post by Killer Croc on Oct 26, 2011 4:24:46 GMT 1
Looking at the man, with a deviant smile he then turned his expression to an angry one as he watched the man who seem confused. Of course who did he think he was, one little man with some threats he can’t back up. Casey had taken on the Gotham Police department countless times, most were terrified to engage him. He’d rip through them like a razor laced tank. Their bullets only pelted off his thick skin and gave him even more of a kill lust.
Casey noticed the man’s face and eyes glow a purple color, even though he had taken on other mutants and heroes before it was of little concern, there was little anyone could do to stop him when he was in the kill zone. And if he could pull something off, Casey’s rage would only grow.
"Bring it on bootstraps..."
“Better get on your knees and start prayin, cause Imma bout to send you to your maker in pieces!’ he said stomping towards the man and past the woman he was showing his work to.
Charging at the man, Casey put his arm out, scooping up a 12 x 8 metal and glass table. Lifting over his head as he still charged he grunted about to smash it down upon him.
“Time to put the meat on the table!”
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Post by Samuel Bishop on Oct 26, 2011 13:40:30 GMT 1
"Sorry to disappoint you here, but I think we should change your tune." Sam said as he did the one thing he promised himself he would never do, open a gateway. Not only that but he made sure to do it to the nearest body of water he could think of. He thought to himself, I am NOT about to be taken down by some overgrown pair of boots with razor sharp teeth... and claws... and is coming at me with a table! OH CRAP!!! MOVE SAM! MOVE!!!!!
He noticed that his foe was picking up speed and that was making it difficult for Sam to match or beat his foe's agility so as to pinpoint a location & place the gateway. He just couldn't get this Croc-guy to fall through! With each portal he opened more water would slosh through from Gotham Bay onto the club floor. So Sam just did the best he could and placed it in front of himself and took a few steps to the side. Sam was quickly draining of his power and sincerely hoped that the little bit of water would slow the Croc's movement or trip the villain, slipping him into the portal and the Bay. He didn't want to become the next piece of wall decor for this club. He did notice something though in the corner of his eye though as he recalled the past few moments... That girl was still there! His mind raced with questions, Was she controlling him somehow? How did she play into this? He had to make his way over there, but figured it would not be easy to do without taking the leather tank out the way first.
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Post by jestyr on Oct 26, 2011 19:49:31 GMT 1
Jest let out a little peal of laughter followed by applause at the Crocodile's actions. He was immense? And incredibly focused for such a big brute. It astounded her, but also brought her closer. As she peered around the corner she saw the 'hero' dodge. Interesting...she couldn't wait to see what his power unfolded.
It was then that Jest caught her eye on him. Giving a little wink and a smile in his direction she swept back out of sight. Best not to get too physical with this one, she thought to herself. She was sure Rojek would not approve of that too much.
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