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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:42 pm
ƒяσм тнє νєяу вєggιηg σƒ тιмє, тнєяє нαѕ αℓωαуѕ вєєη
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 12:32 pm
 Lucky for us the good guys always win, especially when super powers come into the mixture.
Common criminals had been plaguing cities since the beginning of time. They were a nuisance yes, but nothing the government couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until the appearance of a man with a taste for the theatric that crime started to uproot society and reign over the police’s domain.
“Fido” is what the media had nicknamed him: A daring thief that beat even the toughest security systems and ridiculed the entire justice system. The funny thing was, he did it all dressed as a dog. Well not exactly a dog. He took the classic comic book super villain to a whole new level. With his dog themed costume, full of leather and spikes, Fido was rumored to possess inhuman abilities.
Suddenly everything started to click.
How else could one man have robbed every store on 5th avenue!? Things only got worse one Fido rounded up a gang of mangy dogs….which were really thugs in dog masks. Even the various mafias were afraid to commence with their nightly drug trades.
For a while, it seemed the crazy guy in a dog costume ruled over “Andromeda” the most industrialized city in the world.
Finally enough was enough; a team of two super heroes were employed by the government to get this mutt behind bars.
It took months to get any trace of Fido, who was literally mocking the heroes. Finally the older member of the super duo stumbled upon Fido during a heist. The collateral was immense, but more astonishing was the super duo, had been cut down to a solo.
Fido had made his first kill.
With the blood of a gallant hero staining the sidewalks and the streets overrun with mad dogs, Andromeda had had enough.
Now without her partner, the super heroine vowed to capture Fido and bring him behind bars. It took weeks, and God knows the battle was great, but the heroine had her revenge.
Fido was taken into police custody and tried on accounts of robbery, illegal conduct, kidnapping and murder.
From then on, the notorious masked villain would spend his life behind bars.
That was the last of him, and just the beginning for Andromeda’s most valued heroine.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:27 pm
It has been two years since Fido has been locked away. So far the only other person in existence to easily expose their super powers is the heroine who continues to clean up the streets.
Everything seems to be going well and the heroine is working very closely with the government who is conveniently stationed in Andromeda.
It is always calm before the storm.
The prototype of the W-15, a new age weapon of mass destruction that has within its core more energy than a hydrogen bomb and the answer to nuclear fusion, was stolen. Not only is this weapon dangerous, the technology is ground braking and could save the earth from decomposition.
Retrieving the W-15 in necessary beyond comprehension.
The only clue as to where this weapon was taken is a speck of blood found near the scene of the crime.
Immediately the government sprung into action. The blood sample was given to the leading forensic scientist (also a top field agent) who came to a startling conclusion.
The sample was eerily similar to the blood samples that had come straight out of Fido’s veins.
Was their another super powered thief on the loose?
The government wasn’t about to take their chances.
The leader of the Criminal Deracination Unit, CDU, decided to assemble a team of special operatives to find this thief and get back the ever important W-15.
The team, which included the super powered heroine and the leading forensic scientist, embarked on a journey to a remote island halfway around the world. They thought they had got their man. However, once they arrived, disaster struck. Of all the twenty agents that left Andromeda, only two came back: The heroine and the scientist.
The reported to have been blinded while everyone around them was slaughtered in complete darkness. The fact that they managed to survive was a miracle.
Satellites were sent to spy on the island only to find all traces of life had been removed and probably shipped off to another secret location.
The CDU leader realized it was time to take drastic measures. She would fight fire with fire.
She marched into the maximum security prison and offered Fido a proposition he just couldn’t refuse.
He’d get out of prison, be able to live his life, on a few conditions. He was to help a specially designed team of operatives track down this new super powered thief and retrieve the W-15. T make sure he didn’t just ditch, he would be placed under a “house arrest” of sorts.
A tracking device would be placed around his ankle to ensure his cooperation. One wrong move and he be thrown back into the slammer without any hope of getting out ever again.
Fido agreed on spot.
The team would be of CDU's best agents.
1) The super heroine
2) The world’s leading forensic scientist
3) CDU’s leader herself
4) Good old Fido
Things are bound to get interesting when you throw two arch enemies and super powered criminals into the mixture. 
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:31 pm
[Follow Gaia TOS]
Self explanatory
[No cybering]
This can get steamy and what not and we're all big kids we can use words like boob and p***s but seriously, censor it.
[BE ACTIVE!!]
If you know you won't be on almost everyday, don't join.
[OOC]
ooc need some sort of (( || [[ {{, anything so long as we know its ooc.
[I'm God]
Yeah I really am. So if I say no...it's no. This also means I have the right to kick you out so yeah, fear me.
[Grammer]
Use it and spell your words right too.
[One liners]
No. I understand writer's block but I hate one liners. How do you rp...to nothing?
[A pet peeve]
I really hate when someone posts, then the person replying in it writes down everything single thing the person said in their own post. It's so annoying! I don't mind if you do like one line or two lines, because sometimes you need too, just not every single line the person says every single post!
[Vacation]
If you're going to be gone for a while...tell me. If you just suddenly stop showing up I'll replace you.
[Don't throw in random stuff]
In your profile, if you say one thing, that's your thing, you stick with it. I don't want to read one thing in your bio then have you go and say something completly different about your charrie in the rp.
[Specific to this rp]
Don't stay married to a character in terms of pairings. I'm very open to everything in this field.
POWERS: The only people who have powers are Fido and the heroine. IF YOU ARE THE HEROINE: Do not do anything that can control other people. No mind reading, mood changing, powers of phsychosis.
[Profiles]
Title you're profile Super Duper and put a ninja at the bottom.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:42 pm
S K E L E T O N F I D O ♂ ::: TMH E R O I N E ♀ ::: SammiMR. F O R E N S I C ♂ ::: OMGC D U--L E A D E R ♀ ::: Crayons[align=right][size=18][color=postingcolor]►►► (NAME)[/color][/align][/size]
[align=center] Picture, real person.[/align]
[extra links of character, more pics. If you are heroine your super costume must be here, could be real or drawn]
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[size=11]► Powers - - - [color=postingcolor][Only the heroine/fido have real powers, type ur special abilities ie: throws knives, ability to flips etc if u are someone else][/color][/size]
[size=11]► age- - - [color=postingcolor][how old you are...no younger than 24][/color][/size]
[size=11]► theme- - - [color=postingcolor][theme song][/color][/size]
[size=11]► birthday- - - [color=postingcolor][xxx][/color][/size]
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[align=center]Icons maybe resembling your character, if you don't have anything whatever.[/align]
[size=16]► - - - the r e a l i t y [/size]
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[size=11]► personality- - - [color=postingcolor][Ehh you can do your personality however you want, but at least one paragraph please][/color][/size]
[size=11]► biography- - - [color=postingcolor][at least two paragraphs][/color][/size]
[size=11]► likes- - - [color=postingcolor][paragraph form or list][/color][/size]
[size=11]► dislikes- - - [color=postingcolor][x][/color][/size]
[size=11]► height- - - [color=postingcolor][x][/color][/size]
[size=11]► weight- - - [color=postingcolor][x][/color][/size]
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[size=16]► - - - the f a c e[/size]
[list][list][list][list]
[size=11]► behind the character - - [color=postingcolor][username][/color][/size]
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:48 pm
Profilessssss►►► Yvette Foncé Armand ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Yvette Foncé Armand
► Alias - - - Chienne (Pronounced She-N)
► Powers - - - Yvette originates from the elite Mossad, so she excels at most everything having to do with combat, (as a Mossad who doesn’t excel at combat rarely lives for very long) But her specialties include hand to hand combat, knives in general, as well as being very observant and stealthy.
► age- - - 26
► theme- - - Tribal Ink // Right Behind You
► birthday- - - August 21, 1993
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - Yvette is, quite literally, a loner. Until she moved to Andromeda she had never really tried to make friends, because friends were a liability to be used against you. She has a very strict sense of morals and follows her own personal code of conduct. She is quiet with a short temper and no tolerance for ignorance. She rarely speaks, other than to do her job.
► biography- - - Yvette, as her name suggests, originates from France. Her father was non-existent, as her mother was a whore. No really, she was a prostitute. So Yvette was sent to an orphanage to count herself lucky to have not been aborted. She showed an aptitude for combat at a very yound age and once she reached the age of 10 she was thrown out of the orphanage for her “violent tendencies” So, on the streets now she fought for survival with all the other bums.
That was when she was found by an Israeli Mossad member. She was exactly what they were looking for, no family, no friends, no one that would miss her, and an aptitude for combat. They took her in and trained her in all the secret ways of the Mossad. Now she is a literal killing machine, or at least capable of being one. She spent 5 years training, as well as five years in service that she is never to speak of. Not that anyone knows anything about her anyways, she doesn’t talk enough.
Now she is what we call an ex-Massad. She joined the CDU at the age of 20 and progressed, due to her training, quickly through the ranks. Now she is the big boss lady that no one knows anything about, and aside from the whole Fido incident, things have been running pretty smoothly. Until now. Someone stole the W-15 prototype. Yvette assembled a team to retrieve it, thinking it would just be a “normal” job. She was wrong, they were slaughtered and now she blames herself for the deaths of 18 of her agents.
► likes- - - Knives
Quiet
Spring
Rain
► dislikes- - - Fido
People
Ignorance
Unnecessary Chatter
► height- - - 5’ 6”
► weight- - - 117
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - crayons 4 the color blind
►►► Mikey Raptor My threads My mask Me Me again ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Michael Matthew Raptor
► Alias - - - Fido
► Powers - - - Inhuman agility and strength, extremely enhanced senses, extreme flexibility, basically ninja moves, not gonna lie.
► age- - - 26
► theme- - - A Boy Brushed Red Living In Black///Underoath
► birthday- - - June 27th
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - I’m pretty spunky. I like to talk for the sake of talking. I’ a little uh, unorthodox in my methods and I don’t have much patience with people but I’m pretty sharp for a loud mouth. I guess I’d say I’m confident too, and I like to put people in little traps for my own entertainment. Basically I like being top dog and if you don’t like it get the ******** out.
► biography- - - You know what, I don’t really remember much of my childhood. I’m mean yeah I had parents, I wasn’t hatched out of some alien egg because that’s just ******** up, but all I remember is fighting, and well, pain. And I don’t mean “I got’s me a paper cut”, I mean real “holy s**t my artery!” pain. I remember blood too, that constant yearning to be covered in blood. Good thing I grew out of that! I mean could you image if I went all Dracula on people and like drank their blood? Woahhhh! Anyway, seeing as I just went off topic, I really only remember bits and pieces of my life. What I do know, what I’ve known my whole life, I’m not exactly “normal”. I mean how many people do you know who are spliced with super DNA? It’s definitely like super DNA or some s**t because b***h, I can punch through concrete. Well aside from being a bamf, I remember being a teenager stranded in the middle of the road not knowing where the ******** I was. I didn’t have many options, and I was ******** hungry. I saw these two big guys ******** around with this dude in nice clothes. They had mugged him, and I waited till they were by themselves. I quite literally mugged the muggers. My first crime! My God it’s so nostalgic! I was still living on the street but the money I was getting from unsuspecting victims was keeping my belly full and even giving me clothes to wear. One day these two guys came up to me. Ya know I was ready to ******** ‘em up but they offered me a “job”. I’d be fighting for entertainment, like a dog. I thought hell, I was made for this! They put me in the pits and I dominated. No one could touch me, no one. I sent people to the hospital everyday and after a few months of making a living off of other people’s misfortune, I got myself a nickname. They called me “Pitbull”. I was like some rabid dog they said, tearing people up just like the pitbulls did in the dog fights. That name sort of stuck with me, I grew attached. But that becomes important later.
I started my life of crime with a simple robbery. That robbery ended up with me showing off. I flipped four cop cars with my bare hands and scaled a skyscraper. Well I knew it was destiny then! I liked the rush, I liked being the best that I could be and I liked the money! It was a life of crime from then on out. I would rob any store, and take anything that I wanted. Jewelry, cash, clothes, cars, everything. No one could catch me, no one. And then the mafia started to try and tame me, so I figured I scare their cigar smoking asses. I’ve always had a taste for the theatric and seeing as Pitbull was just soooooo me, I donned the costume of a mangy mutt. The media couldn’t get enough of me, and hell they gave me a name in a week. Fido. I think it’s perfect. Clever, ironic, short, the perfect combination. I was invincible. I rounded up some lackeys and used them to pull off bigger heists. No one could touch me. No one. I had money, I had houses in Europe and I had all the big breasted bitches any dog could ever want. I ******** ruled the city and when that super duo came along, I was thrilled to play around with them.
And then, disaster struck. You know the boy super duper b***h; he started to really ******** around with me. And things got messy and in desperation, I ripped his head off. For real, I decapitated him. It was self defense I promise you that. I’m not much of a killer, if that surprises you. So then s**t got ugly because people wanted revenge.
Wouldn’t you know life screwed me over!
Jail!? I didn’t want to go to jail! I wanted to spend the rest of my life in my penthouse! I wanted my diamonds and my famous paintings and my sports cars. But no. No, I had to get a ******** life sentence.
But then I was offered a deal. Thank you mystery thief!
► likes- - - Dogs! Eating! Fighting! Money! Sex! Diamonds! My penthouse! Comedy! When people rub my tummy. I’m not kidding, that feels ******** good.
► dislikes- - - Being in jail! When people try and a** rape me even though it’s clearly not gonna happen! Vegetables… When people try and take over my turf, potent oders…
► height- - - 6ft 5in
► weight- - - 185lbs
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - Troubled Monster
►►► Charlotte Rose LaFata costume► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Charlotte Rose LaFata
► Alias - - - Scarlett Rose
► Powers - - - She can set herself on fire and project it out to other people, and is able to fly and make things melt just by staring at them too long.
► age- - - Twenty Five
► theme- - - Me Against The World ;; Simple Plan
► birthday- - - June 24th
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - -
Charlotte used to be a real social butterfly. But once you lose everyone in your life that you can rely on, you tend to get hard. And no, I don't mean the sexual hard. I mean, you block the world out. You don't let yourself feel anything.
She won't get close to anyone. She does her job as a waitress by day and saves the world by night as Scarlett.
Charlotte's mean. Hateful. Sarcastic.
She tells you how it is, or keeps quiet. Either way, she's hard to get along with. Especially after losing her brother, her one companion. She does what she has to do and pushes through to the next day.
Her temper is a short fuse away, meaning she's easily pissed off.
You've been warned.
► biography- - -
A happy couple found out they were having a beautiful baby boy. Months later, the mommy to be had finally finished giving birth to their only child, Carter Allen LaFata. But just as the doctor started to clean up, signs of another baby appeared.
"Mrs. LaFata," She smiled, "You're having twins." She could already see the red hair poking out. She shook her head as if it were impossible. But a few hours later the lucky couple were mooching over their twins, Charlotte Rose and Carter Allen.
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The Next day the new family was driving home. The storm had only gotten worse and the raods were slick. Lightning was touching the ground at random, and thunder shook the earth.
You never think it can happen to you.
A semi nearby lost control, slid across three empty lanes, and smashed right into the LaFata's car.
The happy couple died on impact. When ambulences and firemen, as well as police, arrived the car was crushed and smoking. If they hadn't arrived when they did, the car would have surely blown up.
It was so wrecked no one expected to hear the soft sound coming from the backseat.
Miraculously, the babies survived.
News reporters covered the story of the miracle babies for weeks. Their grandmother, their only living family, became their caretaker. Nobody, not even she, could figure out how they could have made it out without a single scratch.
And, for the most part, as years flew by, their story became less and less interesting.
Expect to one doctor.
Dr. Alice Feldmann.
When the twins turned nine their grandmother was found dead in her bed. Apparently, she had had cancer and left it alone. She hadn't wanted to worry the children.
She had talked to her doctor and she had wanted kids for years but wasn't able to get pregnant. Or so she said.
The single doctor, Alice Feldmann, ended up adopting the twins.
Oh, what luck.
She began her testing as soon as she had them comfortably living with her. But she couldn't figure anything out.
Eventually, the twins were starting high school.
And this is were it gets really weird.
Their powers just started to appear one by one.
Carter was incredibly strong and able to set things on fire with the snap of his fingers.
And Charlotte was suddenly able to fly and make things melt just by staring at them too long.
By their junior year the doctor had noticed some weird things going on with the twins. But they did their best to keep it a secret, only confiding in each other.
Carter found himself single, after dating a girl for three years. She thought his anger was out of hand, though he never laid a finger on her.
Charlotte and Carter had each other. And only each other. Though Charlotte was popular, pretty, and powerful, she really didn't have any close and real friends. But Alice was starting to really catch on, and eventually she dug up their secret.
And by their senior year their secret was out.
Everyone knew they were little superheros.
They took off, leaving their life behind after graduation. And years after getting their powers down track, their villian killed off Carter.
Charlotte was hungry for revenge. And she got it when she threw the b*****d in jail.
But now, shes expected to work with him to catch a new villian. Putting aside your own hateful venegance for the sake of a town?
Scarlett, which is Charlotte's superherion name, will have to.
► likes- - -
- Heat
- Saving People
- Dancing
- Sharpies
- Dresses
► dislikes- - -
- Ice // Snow
- Death
- Organization
- Chicken
- FIDO..
► height- - - 5'7
► weight- - - 132lb
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - [Samanthaualani]
►►► Luke Ely (Ee-lie, rhymes with tie) [extra links of character, more pics. If you are heroine your super costume must be here, could be real or drawn] ► - - - the b e g g i n i n g
► name - - - Lucas Grant Ely
► Alias - - - Kane Caldric
► Powers - - - Specialty with guns and a pro at kickboxing
► age- - - 27
► theme- - - Good Girls go bad-Cobra Starship
► birthday- - - July 4th
► - - - the r e a l i t y
► personality- - - At heart, I'm a pretty good guy, but it's that's not always so apparent on the surface. Most people would simply label me as: Arrogant, egotistical, perverted, a player, or a jerk. And well, it's true. But I'm also a guy that likes to have fun, and believe it or not, I can get really protective. Like with my little sister for example. I'm not good with commitment, so I've left not a few pissed off chicks in my wake, but there's always more to impress enough for a good night, maybe a week. Oh yeah, and I guess I can get pretty cynical sometimes too. Oh... and reckless >;]
► biography- - - Well let's see... My father was a military man for as long as I can remember, a marine to be exact. Soooo, I really don't know much about what he did becasue Marines apparently don't like to talk about it, but it's from him that I got my early love of guns. He took me out hunting as young as 7, and I went out to the shooting range frequently when he wasn't home for months on end.
My mom had my sister when I was 12, and since my dad was away so often, I was the one to look after her in the ways a dad should. Just a couple months ago, at 15 now, she went on a date with some loser senior- without telling me- but when I found out the little s**t head tried to rape her in the back of the car after the date because she wouldn't have sex... I ******** kicked his a**. I mean yeah, she got away virginity intact, but that just wasn't good enough! Little b*****d better know not to try that s**t again.
Anyway, my father died just after I graduated. It was some kind of Marine mishap... all I know is he died in a fire after some kind of explosion- yeah, not in the explosion, which would have been immediate most likely, but either burned to death or suffocated from smoke and then burned. I went into boot camp after that, planning to use it to push me through college, and even completed a term actually in the army. I ended up in Iraq before my term was up. It was interesting... but I survived, and continued to pursue my more scientifical (yes, that is a word NOW) career. Throughout it all though, I knew I wanted something to do with crime and police or detective work... An officer wasn't good enough though, I was thinking maybe a homicide detective, but I ended up getting really into forensic science- which is directly related to that anyway. Well, that's what happened, and it does serve my ego that the homicide detectives couldn't figure out a damn thing without me!
Unfortunately, my mom got sick with cancer in the same year that my dad died, so it was really hard not to go back, but she completely refused my offer to return.
She died two years later, and I was back to take care of my little sister as soon as I could; get her away from our psycho grandmother.
Back when I was in high school I got really into kick boxing too, it started out as just another stress reliever, just like the shooting range... but I mean, I REALLY got into it... after the army, I even won a tournament or too amidst my whole Forensic Scientist gig, until I got too wrapped up into it to have the time. I still practice every night. Good exercise.
And now? Well, now my little sister, Jordan, lives with me, and while I'm reluctant to leave her behind at just 15... one of my few female friends I haven't ********, promised to take care of her; she's pretty cool. Aaaand, I am kind of excited about this whole thing, I'll admit it. That's even despite the rather annoying company.
► likes- - - Hot girls and sex, a fun night out, my little sister, work, guns, fighting/kickboxing, a challenge, swimming
► dislikes- - - other controlling/bossy people, restrictions, threats, anyone hitting on my little sister, perky people, fire...
► height- - - 6'2"
168lbs
► - - - the f a c e
► behind the character - - Omg a Name
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:19 pm
IMPORTNANT!!!
This is the setting: So the deal has already been made but it has not been put into effect. Where we are right now is when Yvette, Charlotte and Luke are together in like a meeting room. Fido is being brought to them so they can all go over the situation of this new team buisness together. Fido doesn't know the details of what his new mission is so they're going to be briefing him somewhat and like---really it's just intereaction.
This is the first time Charlotte and Luke have confront Fido in the last 2 years.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:51 pm
 ι ¢συℓ∂'νє ƒσυη∂ α вєттєя ωαу ----------------------------xxxxxxxxx☠You know I never should have stayedxxxxxι ¢συℓ∂'νє ѕαι∂ тнє тнιηgѕ тнαт ι вєℓιєνє∂ ωєяє ωяσηgxxxxxxxxx☠You know you're wrongxxxxxησω уσυ'яє ѕαуιηg тнαт ιт'ѕ ℓαтєxxxxxxxxx☠It doesn't matter what I sayxxxxxxxxxxxxx----------------------------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ кησω уσυ'яє נυѕт αησтнєя σηє σƒ му мιѕтαкєѕ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxѕσ ησω ι'м ƒєєℓιηg ℓιкє α ѕℓανє xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ----------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠I'm locked away inside this gravexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαη∂ ησω ι'м нσριηg ƒσя α ωαу ι ¢αη вє ѕανє∂xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠I can be savedxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ кησω тнαт тнєяє ωιℓℓ ¢σмє α ∂αуxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠When I'm just gonna have to changexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx----------------------------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ кησω уσυ'яє נυѕт αησтнєя σηє σƒ му мιѕтαкєѕ  It was around 1 o’clock. Food, if you could actually call it food, had been served and all the inmates were lounging about the cellblock either communicating or relaxing by themselves. Fido, who was usually referred to by the guards as, pooch, mutt, and on some occasions Mikey, as always, had fifty snipers aiming at him. (It was a necessary precaution because really, a man who could punch through steel was pretty dangerous.)
Mikey clacked his jaw and was satisfied with the smacking sound it produced while he sat on a bench. He didn’t like jail. It wasn’t fun at all . The people here were either stupid or just plain like, ******** up. The guy five feet away from him was a deranged psychopath who thought it was fun to rip open children’s stomachs and rape their intestine. That wasn’t exactly the company Mikey wanted to surround himself with….for very obvious reasons. What really got to him though was the people who thought they were the kings of the ******** prison. Heeelllllllloooooooo? There was no ******** way anyone was the king of jail besides Mikey! Could other people leap fifty feet in the air? No. No they couldn’t so automatically, by default, Mikey was the ******** king! So why did the big burly x-hitmen, continue to give him the “I’m planning on raping you in the showers” look? Yeah, it just didn’t make any sense to him. In the past two years there had been four rape attempts. FOUR. His a*****e was precious! Sure no one had succeded in defiling good ol’ Fido, but it was still annoying and it always ended up with someone yelling at him to please stop hitting the inmate next to him because he’s bleeding from his ears.
In conclusion, jail sucked!
Which is why Mikey was ******** psyched to get out!
“Hey Pooch.” Came the collected call of a guard with a heavily armed entourage. “We’re taking you out of here.”
Mikey smiled, hell he winked at the guard. “Aye aye cap-i-tan.” He stood up stretching his arms out as he wiggled his fingers, beckoning to be cuffed seeing as it was bound to happen anyway. A few seconds later his wrists were sounded by metal----bit it might as well have been tissue paper. The only real restraint was the ten or so loaded pistols pointed at his skull.
After a few minutes of walking throughout the building, Mikey started to get….talkative. “So are you guys going to miss me while I’m out being a super duper hero?” He sang it. Well not sang it entirely, but that was about as close to signing as talking could possibly get.
And for a while no one said anything back to him…but eventually the lead guard decided he’d perk up. “You know what pooch, I might miss ya a little. You’re pretty entertaining.”
“You’re just upset that you’ll no longer be in the presence of my striking, masculine features.” Mikey puckered his lips then blew a kiss. And on cue, he found himself in front of a very official looking door.
So this was it huh? The portal to his happiness, the ticket out of this godforsaken serial killer and moronic- rapist populated hell. A guard opened the door and the safety was clicked off of every gun.
Mikey’s lips twitched as the scent of fire filled his nostrils.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:36 pm
 уσυ, αℓωαуѕ яιgнт вєѕι∂є мє. ηєνєя ℓєανιηg уσυя ρσѕт, уσυ αℓωαуѕ ƒιη∂ мє ιη тнє єη∂. αη∂ ηєνєя ѕтσρ тσ вιт¢н αвσυт тнє ραѕт,ι ƒєℓт ѕσ ѕυѕρι¢ισυѕ ƒяσм тнє ѕтαят, му єуєѕ ¢σνєяє∂ υρ. ι'м вℓιη∂ƒσℓ∂є∂, α ℓσѕт ѕσυℓ, вυт ι ƒσυη∂ му ωαу тняσυgн тнє мєѕѕ уσυ мα∂є. тιмєѕ υρ αη∂ ιт'ѕ тιмє тσ ραу. ℓιкє α тι¢кιηg вσмв, αвσυт тσ вℓσω αηутιмє.уσυ'яє вα∂ ηєωѕ, αη∂ уσυ'νє ¢яσѕѕє∂ тнє ℓιηє. '¢αυѕє тнє ωσяℓ∂ ∂ση'т ηєє∂ α ƒσσℓ ℓιкє уσυ, вυт ι'м ρℓαηηιηg тσ ѕтαу, ι gσт ℓσтѕ тσ ∂σ. ѕσ вєƒσяє уσυ ¢ℓσѕє уσυя єуєѕ αη∂, тυяη συт ℓιgнт, тαкє α ℓσσк αgαιη, уσυ'ℓℓ ƒιη∂ συт ωнєяє уσυ мιgнт ∂ιє.
She looked over at Charlotte and frowned even more. She didn't pry into other peoples business, but she certainly knew enough about the people who worked for her to know that the red head had the most to hate about the infamous Fido. "Hybride" she swore quietly to herself and stood up, her own gun hanging "lazily" at her side. Though it was far from idle, in fact, she would be the first to get a bullet lodged in his head if he wound up trying anything.
"He didn't give you any trouble?" she asked the guards, her French origins showing with her heavy accent. But of course he hadn't tried anything, he would be dead if he did. Her piercing blue gaze looked at Michael Matthew Raptor "Sit." she ordered, glancing at the chair on the other side of the table.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 10:47 pm
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Charlotte was sitting close to Yvette in the smallish room. She had one leg crossed over the other and her red hair was losely hanging at her shoulders. She was fuming already.
This b*****d was getting out of jail. The ******** that killed her brother in cold blood. God, she could still hear the screams and the terrible image wouldn't leave her head.
She vowed never to see the a*****e again, not once he was behind bars at least.
And now she had to work with him in order to solve a case?! This was just plain horrid! Playing nice with.. with HIM?! How could they expect that?
Her brother was the only person she had in the world!
The door handle jiggled and she looked up, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She came eye to eye with the murderous Fido once more.
And Yvette was telling him to sit, just like the dog he was. The guards stood near, like she needed them!
Charlotte sneared under her breath, trying to force herself to look away from Michael, but she just couldn't. All she could do was think of all the horrid things she'd love to do to him, make him really suffer.
A few years in jail after she burnt his a** was so not enough.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:26 pm
||GRRRR photobucket is under maintenance >.<||
||SOOOOOOO im gong to post so we can get going, but my sig and s**t will have to come tomorrow razz ||
Luke was standing off to the side of the room, arms crossed. He knew this was a time for caution, something he had never liked. Well, this whole thing probably was, but he would lose it before long.
Right now, he was surveying the too ladies, both gorgeous of course, but then there was the whole "i could kill you in two seconds" thing. Well, superhero chick no doubt could, and Luke new he couldn't beat the one leading this mission either. It just might take more than two seconds... if he was prepared... Hey, Luke may be entirely human, with human capabilites, and have no mysterious, likely including some hard a** super secret training- but he wasn't helpless.
That of course, was why he was chosen for this mission, or so he assumed. There were plenty, less difficult to deal with, forensic scientists, even that would be willing to do this (which may be in lesser numbers)... but he could fight, and shoot s**t- accurately!
See, Luke hated that though. Not that he was sexist or anything, but it wasn't much fun knowing the only two girls you were going to be around for who knows how long, could kick your a**. Undoubtedly, he would end up forgetting that reeeeal quick though, no matter what they do. Nope, he was going to get some fun out of this. And that was despite this "Fido" guy they were waiting for. Who also could kick his a**.
Yeah, he hated him already. And Luke only knew the basics on him.
Ah, and there was the door.
He turned his head away from eyeing the two women, to the door, and then the man that walked in. Arrogant. Two arrogant guys was going to be a problem. And... he was going to be annoying arrogance completely aside. So, how long before Luke got himself killed? That was the question.
Stony faced, he didn't say a word. Especially since what might have come out of his mouth was "Are you gay?"
He did seem kind of gay.
His concentration now went into keeping up a neutral facial expression, and not laughing. So far so good.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:34 pm
ι ¢συℓ∂'νє ƒσυη∂ α вєттєя ωαу ----------------------------xxxxxxxxx☠You know I never should have stayedxxxxxι ¢συℓ∂'νє ѕαι∂ тнє тнιηgѕ тнαт ι вєℓιєνє∂ ωєяє ωяσηgxxxxxxxxx☠You know you're wrongxxxxxησω уσυ'яє ѕαуιηg тнαт ιт'ѕ ℓαтєxxxxxxxxx☠It doesn't matter what I sayxxxxxxxxxxxxx----------------------------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ кησω уσυ'яє נυѕт αησтнєя σηє σƒ му мιѕтαкєѕ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxѕσ ησω ι'м ƒєєℓιηg ℓιкє α ѕℓανє xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ----------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠I'm locked away inside this gravexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαη∂ ησω ι'м нσριηg ƒσя α ωαу ι ¢αη вє ѕανє∂xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠I can be savedxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ кησω тнαт тнєяє ωιℓℓ ¢σмє α ∂αуxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠When I'm just gonna have to changexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx----------------------------------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxуσυ кησω уσυ'яє נυѕт αησтнєя σηє σƒ му мιѕтαкєѕ Well this was a cheerful group wasn't it? It didn't dismay Mikey too much, but he wasn't exactly thrilled to see that b***h who put him in jail....
And woah with the orders!? That was just too perfect, sit? That was like the number one dog command in the history of canine domestication.
He had to comment.
"Only if you rub my tummy and give me a treat." Yeah man.
Mikey went over the the seat though, and he sat down in one fluid motion.
The guards, who seemed paranoid followed him.
His wrists moved away from each other and though it seemed like there wasn't anything connecting his wrists at all, the "pop" of the metal chain echoed practically screaming that Mikey had broken free of his restraints.
There really was never much of a point to them anyway, hell Mikey didn't even seem to notice what he had done.
"Nice to see you all again, I'm sorry I didn't have anything else to wear." He motioned to his vibrant prison wear.
Not exactly stylish.
His mouth twitched. That was a clear cut sign, a Fidoism that indicated something was very wrong. He was most definitely not as calm and collected as he appeared.
He was trying his best not to look at her, but Mikey just couldn't help himself. He hadn't seen the b***h in two years. Two ******** years!
His blue eyes snapped over to Charlotte. She smelled just like she used to. Right down to the remnants of her ******** fruity shampoo.
He forced himself to look away. He didn't want to lose it now that he had a second chance. To occupy himself, he checked out the new guy, Dr. something something or other, wasn't it? Yeah that sounded about right. Mikey's enhanced eyes examined every pore and every muscle the guy had in his body. So he was a solider too huh? Or at least trained like one...not to mention he smelled of woman. He didn't smell like a girl, not at all, he just smelled like he had girl on him.
A womanizer? Well Fido understood that completely.
"Hey womanizer," he said all his attention on Luke, "what's your name, all I got was a code one."
He raised his eyebrows expectantly and reached up, the chain of his broken handcuffs gingling, to scratch his nose.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 6:06 pm
уσυ, αℓωαуѕ яιgнт вєѕι∂є мє. ηєνєя ℓєανιηg уσυя ρσѕт, уσυ αℓωαуѕ ƒιη∂ мє ιη тнє єη∂. αη∂ ηєνєя ѕтσρ тσ вιт¢н αвσυт тнє ραѕт,ι ƒєℓт ѕσ ѕυѕρι¢ισυѕ ƒяσм тнє ѕтαят, му єуєѕ ¢σνєяє∂ υρ. ι'м вℓιη∂ƒσℓ∂є∂, α ℓσѕт ѕσυℓ, вυт ι ƒσυη∂ му ωαу тняσυgн тнє мєѕѕ уσυ мα∂є. тιмєѕ υρ αη∂ ιт'ѕ тιмє тσ ραу. ℓιкє α тι¢кιηg вσмв, αвσυт тσ вℓσω αηутιмє.уσυ'яє вα∂ ηєωѕ, αη∂ уσυ'νє ¢яσѕѕє∂ тнє ℓιηє. '¢αυѕє тнє ωσяℓ∂ ∂ση'т ηєє∂ α ƒσσℓ ℓιкє уσυ, вυт ι'м ρℓαηηιηg тσ ѕтαу, ι gσт ℓσтѕ тσ ∂σ. ѕσ вєƒσяє уσυ ¢ℓσѕє уσυя єуєѕ αη∂, тυяη συт ℓιgнт, тαкє α ℓσσк αgαιη, уσυ'ℓℓ ƒιη∂ συт ωнєяє уσυ мιgнт ∂ιє. Yvette's eyes narrowed and she frowned even more (girl didn't seem to smile much did she?) at Fido's comment. Her lip twitched however as Fido broke his handcuffs, whether it was irritation or amusement her colleagues never knew. Her stance, however, microscopically shifted from one of "relaxing" to one of "I'm gonna kill if you try anything." No, Yvette wasn't the most friendly girl around, not that she cared.
Michael's attempt at humor was not found amusing by her though and she coughed dryly, looking over at Luke. Her gaze studied him briefly, he was definitely different from most of the forensics she dealt with. He was actually good looking, with a head on his shoulders that could comprehend more than s**t under a microscope. He was also, if the rumors around her work were true, good in bed and a shameless flirt/man whore. Betraying nothing of her thoughts her eyes flicked back to Fido, who was now studying her leading forensic scientist as well.
"It doesn't matter what his name is, you'll figure it out soon enough. The reason you are here is, in case you didn't already know, because something very important was taken. A blood sample found at the scene was startlingly close to yours, since you were in prison when it happened, and you were, I checked, we found it reasonable to assume it wasn't you. So now your going to help us find it in exchange for your freedom." Wow, a whole paragraph, someone was feeling talkative weren't they? She sighed and looked around the room at the guards, who still looked a little startled from the handcuff breaking incident. Stupid amateurs.
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What a shame ωє αℓℓ вє¢αмє ѕυ¢н ƒяαgiℓє, ๒г๏кєภ tђings. a мємσяу яємaiηѕ just a тiηу ѕραяк. i gﻮเשє it all ๓א ๏ץאﻮєภ, to ℓet the ƒℓαмєѕ вєgiη. to let tђє Ŧlค๓єร ๒єﻮgin ¸¸.•´°¤ ¸¸.•´°¤ »--» »--»¸¸.•´°¤ ¸¸.•´°¤ »--» »--»
Charlotte looked over their forensic nerd. Who, looked nothing like a nerd at all. She bit down on her lip, trying to calm herself. But really, what was the point? She was pissed enough as it was, just from looking at the stupid dog sitting in front of her.
But she remained silent, even when he cracked something he found to be a 'joke'. Yeah, no one here was laughing.
She jumped to her feet though, when he snapped his handcuffs in half. She looked over to the guards, useless pieces of s**t. "You guys can be excused, its not like you're going to be of any assistance to us." Charlotte looked them directly in the eyes before slowly sliding back into her seat, but her eyes had already made their way back to Fido.
She swore to God, if he tried anything at all... he'd be dead and buried this time.
"Nice to see us?" She muttered, seething under her breath. She rolled her eyes, crossing her legs tightly. But before she could say anything, Yvett was explaining the whole situation. Which, she covered it all quiet nicely.
"Good now that thats all said and done someone should get him a new set of clothes, he's rather noticable in that particular outfit." She stood back up and headed for the door, but she didn't leave without turning on her heels. "We are done here right? Because I'm afraid if I sit in the same room with him for another minute I will rip his head off his shoulders."
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No ๓คttєг how l๏ภﻮg
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вυяiє∂ beneath it all and
Hiding ๒єภєคtђ it all, and
gяσωiηg beneath it all, уσυ know нєя as ѕ¢αяℓєтт яαуηє. but вєнιη∂ the мαѕк and мєтαℓι¢ ¢σѕтυмє she's... ►►ςђคгl๏ttє г๏รє lєŦคtค◄◄
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