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 Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 11:40 am
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Niko rubbed against Jonathan Johnson's leg and Jon jumped a bit in fright. Sure... the tiger was a beauty, but it was still a tiger. Jon didn't understand how Roland was able to keep a cat such as this one. Jon patted the jungle cat lightly before it went back to Roland. He then turned his attention back to his roommate.
"Well I was rushed to the hospital after everything Al." Jon told Allen, not really wanting to reminece about everything that had happened in the past couple of days. He also feared that the vacuum may pop out of his back at any moment. This was insane! Not to mention, a female cop was standing next to Allen! This all seemed a little bit bizarre. Why would one cop walk Allen home if someone like "The Mastermind" was after Allen. "The Mastermind" was the man who had killed Jon's brother, James. Allen seemed to be acting strange and even though Jon was oblivious to most things, when it came to deductive reasoning, Jon was the best.
"If anything the question is where have you been! I have been really worried Allen!" Jon then looked at the female cop and said, "Thank you for getting him home safety. Really nice of you. I can take it from here though..." Jon had tried to say this confidently, but most of it came out as a question more than a statement.
He needed the cop out of here. Jon needed to catch up Allen and vice versa. Maybe Allen could help Jon out with... well... his problem. And on top of everything else, he hoped to God that nobody realized that his stutter seemed to have vanished! What the hell was going on?
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:25 pm
 Allen noted the rush in Jon's voice. He was clearly impatient to talk to Allen alone. "Gee sorry Jon I was in holding down at the police station, they just wanted me to tell them as much as I knew and anything I could do to help; you know that sort of thing." He turned to The Mastermind, "Thank you for the ride officer, Let me write my number down for you if you need more information," He said this as he scribbled his cell number on a scrap of paper. When he handed it to her he winked casually suggesting that if The Mastermind needed to get in touch he'd answer it at all times of day.
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 5:02 pm
It seemed Jon was still skittish about Nikolai. It was an understandable reaction, true, but Roland had thought Jon had enough exposure already. The burly feline was completely harmless; granted, he had the physical capability to deal significant harm, but after Roland's experiments, the tiger was rendered docile. He'd have to go back over his notes later; there were some details of that experiment that he may have left open-ended.
Roland wanted to roll his eyes. Was Allen really trying to flirt with a police officer on an official duty? Granted, she wasn't bad-looking. There was something off about her, but he couldn't place his finger on it; he dismissed it as an illogical thought. Still, if he was going to flirt with her, he'd at least wait until she was off-duty to do so. This was crass and rude. He wondered how she would take it. He really hoped she would leave soon; then again, perhaps it would be best if he did. "Guess you don't need the key anymore, eh? Mind if I get it back?" He held out his hand expectantly. "Don't be a stranger. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 2:12 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jon didn't want to be rude, but he could not deal with any of what was going on with him right now by himself. He waved good-bye to Roland and the officer and shut the door on both of them. Even though his stutter seemed to be gone, his awkwardness was still there and the wave good-bye was prolonged a lot longer than it had to be. When it was finally Allen and Jon alone, Jonathan Johnson plunged himself back on the couch, where he had been. He couldn't seem to bring himself to look Roland in the eyes.
Jon finally gained up the courage and said, "Allen... we really need to talk."
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 9:38 pm
Handing the key back to Roland he shrugged as he stepped into the apartment. Jon said, "Allen we need to talk," Allen laughed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, "Jon, that right there is the understatement of the day," Popping the top he held it forward and raised his eyebrow, "Want one?" He didn't know about Jon but he needed a depressant to slow his thudding heart.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 1:35 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jon shook his head no to the question of beer. He didn't like alcohol in his system whatsoever. Jon knew this was because of what had happened with his father way back when Jon had been very young. Jon's father had killed his mother and broken up a family all because of being an alcoholic. Jon didn't think he'd ever pick up a beer or any other alcoholic beverage for that matter for fear of becoming like his father. But Jon needed to loosen up a bit.
Now that Jon had Allen alone, the words would not come out of him. Jon wanted to tell Allen about everything that had happened, but what could he say? Could he just be like 'hey Allen, I have a vacuum that pops out of my back... want to see?' How could he preface any of this bizarreness. Jon took in a deep breath and then before he knew it he said, "On second thought, just throw me a beer... I really need to calm down."
Upon obtaining a beer, Jon popped the top off with a lot of trouble, the top bouncing off of his forehead. His face red from embarassment, he massaged his now pounding forehead and took a small swig from the bottle. Of course he took too much though, and ended up gagging. Wasn't this supposed to loosen him up? This was making him more uptight!
Jon then looked at Allen and wanted with all of his being to tell Allen about the vacuum, but Jon soon found himself saying, "I was fired from my job at Snottsborn Industries...."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 3:26 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 11:25 pm
Allen frowned, "Well that's unfortunate man but uh... wouldn't you rather talk about the last 24 hours? Ya know, where you've been, where I've been and why we went there?" Allen realized he was being a little brash and rubbed his eyes, "Sorry, Jon it's been a long day, I am sorry about your job maybe you can find work with the police or through a competitor. If not I'm not gonna kick you out or anything, we're pals."
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 9:49 am
Roland pocketed the keys as the door was slammed in his face. It seemed the two were... eager to share something. Roland shook his head; he wasn't going to pry into their private lives. Meanwhile, there was the matter of the police officer. She seemed rather taken aback by Niko's presence. "Yes, that it is. Panthera tigris. Fine specimen, and a good companion." He rubbed the big cat's belly, which elicited a contented purr. He didn't want to push the subject with a police officer, but he did want to demonstrate that the big boy wasn't a threat to anyone. He started scratching the big cat's cheek, which always drove him crazy. Niko started rubbing up against him frantically, trying to guide Roland to the itch. In return, Roland rubbed the cat's shoulder. The police officer started to spout off some nonsense regulation, but she seemed unwilling to enforce it. After an awkward warning, she finally left, and the two went back upstairs.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 7:57 pm
JONATHAN JOHNSON
Jon was slightly taken aback from Allen's brashness. After all, Jon being fired had happened in about the 24 hour time span that Allen had just asked about. If anything, Allen probably should be answering a lot more than Jon should, but Jonathan Johnson was not the type of person to go pointing fingers and asking around about things. Originally, Jon was going to tell Allen about the vacuum cleaner that shot out of his back, but for some reason Jon thought better of this. Ever since Allen had gotten back he had been acting a bit fishy, and to top it all off Allen really wasn't one to tell Jon a hell of a lot. Jon didn't even know what Allen did for a living. Allen had always asked the questions and just the way he went about carrying himself, Jon knew not to ask them back. He liked Allen a lot, but Jon knew his boundaries.
"I know you'd never kick me out Allen." Jon said. "You are the closest friend I have. But to be honest, that is what happened the past 24 hours. I was fired for something I didn't do." Jon knew that wasn't what Allen had meant though. Jon knew Allen wanted to know why he had dragged Allen to Listerine's house.
"Obviously that was my brother's house buddy and... well..." Tears finally started streaming down his face. He was finally coming to terms with what had happened. Jon's brother, James, was dead. "I had to see James in order to set up a meeting over my father's will. You see... James and I had another brother that went missing after my father... well... I have told you about my alcoholic father and what had happened. After that incident my youngest brother went missing and he'd be 18 now if he was alive..." The tears were coming harder now. This was too much for Jon. "That's why we had to go to Listerine Estates. That was where James was. He was in law enforcement and I guess Miss Laura Listerine was his partner. I didn't know we'd be framed for anything though... I mean... what happened to you after... well... you were taken? Are you alright?"
Jon asked the next question hesitantly because he knew how Allen could get with prying.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 11:48 pm
Allen felt the pit of his stomach fall out and he suddenly felt terrible, "Jon I'm sorry, it was a long day, the police didn't rough me up too bad and honestly it was all just a mix up that could've easily been avoided if I'd learn to keep my mouth shut." He frowned and took a deep breath, "Nothing serious happened, Laura turned me over to Oual and he told me he'd deal with me later. I sat in a cell for a few hours and then that lovely young thing you saw came and said I was free to go. He stood and opened his arms wide, "My condolences to you Jon, is there going to be a funeral for James? And are you going to be able to do anything about your father's will or your missing brother without James?" He thought about it a while and said, "Ya know I have a way with words, maybe I can talk to your boss and get you your job back too, we'll get this all worked out pal."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:59 am
JONATHAN JOHNSON
A way with words? Oh yeah... Snottsborn would love that Jonathan Johnson's roommate and best friend was fighting Jon's battles. Jon accepted the hug from his best friend and then shook his head. "It is alright Allen." Jon said, trying to sound sincere, but that just didn't come off. "Like you said, I could try to find other jobs and such. It is no big deal."
Something wasn't right though. Why would the police just let Allen go? Jon was a smart guy, whether or not people gave him credit for being one. The police did not just say that they would deal with you later and just let you go. There was something Allen wasn't telling Jon, but Jon knew not to push any boundaries too hard so he just continued the conversation that was being had and focused on the questions Allen had for him. "I am so sorry about everything Allen. It is completely my fault and to be honest, I don't know what I should do with the whole will situation. I should probably go and handle it huh?"
Jon knew he had to handle it, but now Allen was giving him the motivation needed to. The tears had finally stopped and he actually was ready for a funeral for James. He had a lot to do today besides sitting on the couch. Maybe the vacuum thing was just a figment of his imagination. Maybe he had just had a very vivid dream. There was no reason to worry Allen anymore than he had to.
"Well okay buddy... I am off to run some errands. I'll see you in a few."
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 1:55 pm
"Uh, okay Jon," Allen said trying to hide the surprise in his voice, "If you need anything just let me know okay?" He stretched and yawned and scratched his stubbled chin, "I'll be here, and if I leave you know how to contact me," He wasn't positive if Jon believed everything he had said but he was going to roll with it anyways. Jon was a nice guy and didn't need to get wrapped up in the mess Allen was in. He felt a familiar excitement grow in his belly that he got from doing something that may be frowned upon. It was best he didn't involve Jon in his sordid affairs. He nodded to Jon and headed to his room. Grabbing a journal and a pen he started making a supply list of things he wanted the mastermind to get him for his suit. He wasn't much of an artist but he sketched and doodled what he had in mind as well as keeping diligent notes. All the while the excitement grew in his stomach.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:34 am
The dark blue motorcycle slowly crept into the parking lot, bullet holes riddling the front of the steel horse. The driver, Sentinel, steered around until he was around the other side of the building. Hiding the bike behind a Dumpster, Sentinel took the keys out of the ignition and sighed. He was done for the night; but he still had to tend to the wounds that been left by the insane 'Kevin'. Placing the keys in his utility belt, Sentinel leapt and grabbed onto the ladder that led to the fire escape. Climbing up, the young hero traversed up the rickety metal steps until he came to the window of his apartment. Wrenching the window open, Sentinel squeezed in, making sure to latch it shut behind him.
Immediately he removed the hood and mask from his face; his face felt free as air touched it for the first time in hours. Craning his neck to each side, the nitrogen bubbles trapped inside popped making the familiar cracking noise heard when someone cracked their knuckles. Sliding his hand along the wall, he turned on the light, illuminating his living room. Stepping into his bedroom, Sentinel - well - Josh unlatched the cloak from around his neck and tossed it onto the bed. Slipping off his gloves, he chucked them onto the bed as well. He left the boots at the foot of his bed as he made his way to the bathroom.
Flipping the light switch on, Josh opened the cabinet below the sink and retrieved the military-grade first aid kit. Placing it on the counter, Josh opened it and took out the rubbing alcohol, gauze, and medical tape. From what he saw, he had three injuries; the two bullet wounds in his side, and the cut on his face. He had hurt his leg falling off his motorcycle before, but it wasn't as severe. It was just broken skin. Unzipping the bodysuit he was wearing, he carefully slipped it down until it was only covering his legs. Luckily, the suit was armored enough that it stopped the two bullets, but large whelps were left that resembled being shot with a paintball gun at close range. Dabbing a gauze pad with alcohol, Josh started to clean the wounds, hissing with pain as the alcohol killed the bacteria on the whelps. Finishing up with gauze and medical tape, Josh inspected the cut on his face. It wasn't too deep, and its position on the cheekbone could be excused as a bad shaving accident. Patching that up, Josh moved around his arms, testing how much he could move without upsetting the places on his torso. Not that much.
Taking the bodysuit completely off, Josh put on a white T-shirt and basketball shorts. Hiding the rest of his equipment in a secret compartment of his closet, Josh plopped onto his bed, falling to sleep quickly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:21 am
Josh's slumber was short-lived. It was nearly thirty minutes before he felt an immense pain in his side. Sitting up, Josh realized that he had rolled onto the side of his torso where the bullet wound was. Cracking his neck, Josh coughed slightly. Wasn't there someone else that he knew that had a bullet wound? Wait... was there? Yeah, there was! That one guy from before, in the alley. He had followed him to the hospital before he picked up on the museum robbery on his police scanner. Tossing the blankets over the side of the bed, Josh got up from his bed and walked over to his closet. Opening the secret compartment, Josh took out his body suit first and slipped it on. Next was his boots and mask. Lastly was the cloak that helped conceal his form when the camouflage device was activated. He felt a little weird, going back out again after just being shot and burned, but he was just going to talk to the guy, right? Making sure his utility belt and iPhone was in place, Josh - Sentinel - made sure his doors were locked and slipped out the fire escape.
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recognizable uniform could strike fear into even the least guilty, but as soon as the wearer changed clothes, peoples attitudes towards them shifted dramatically. 