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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 12:33 pm
Brooklyn is the most populous borough of New York City and the second most densely populated county of New York. It's currently quite famous for the rebuilt and reopened Coney Island.
Territory Owner: Government
Territory Base Income: $5000
Sub Areas: Coney Island
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 7:11 pm
 Peace strolled casually through the alleyways and lesser-traveled streets on search of that ever-elusive scent of sizzling meat that heralded the presence of a burger shop. There was something alluring about the feeling of paved streets beneath her feet, like she was standing on much firmer ground than usual. She wondered why they didn't pave mountains, but figured it was probably because the pavement would run off while it was still wet and they'd just end up with a mound of tarmac at the bottom.
She stared longingly into the window of a small diner she happened upon, letting the scent of the food inside fill her head with warm thoughts. After a minute or so, she noticed that the place had a picture menu and was seated inside before a single thought could distract her from her goal. Ordering was a low-key game of charades, but before long she was wolfing down the greasiest burger she'd ever had the pleasure of eating and chasing it with sweet, refined tap water. Truly she was living on easy street while in the diner. But, like all good things, it had to come to an end. Something about having a dirty homeless girl with twigs in her hair in a family diner rubbed the owners the wrong way, so they shooed her out as soon as she paid.
Well, she was once again on the streets, but this time she at least had a full stomach. As she wandered through the city like an alley cat with a particular lack of grace, she eventually happened on what seemed to be a medical station of some sort. Or at least, that was what she assumed, as she spotted a table stacked full with first aid kits. There was a sign at the door that she couldn't read, but she noticed it had a price listed and walked on in. Clearly those kits were on sale, and she needed a new one ever since she lost her old one in a river. An attendant at the door informed her this was a class with a coverage fee--which she readily paid--and then told her she'd need to pay for the kit on top of that. Slightly annoyed but without a better use for the cash as far as she knew, she paid up and sat down for the class. It turned out to be pretty straightforward, though it did teach her how to stitch wounds closed with what she'd previously assumed was a fancy toothpick and some wire.
It took her about fifteen minutes after the proceedings were over to reorganize the contents of her backpack to fit the kit in it comfortably. Her poor chess set--missing a piece and worn from her time in the wild--sat neglected at the bottom. She lamented her lack of a gaming partner while continuing her stroll about the city, only stopping when something once again caught her eye. It was a really good thing that she'd made some coin before coming to the city, she realized as she strolled into a camping and outdoor supply store. She came back out almost two hours later with a brand new hatchet, a large green poncho, and a folding shovel now in her possession.
This was a good trip. Of course, if she got too much more stuff she'd have to find a bigger backpack, but for now she made do by strapping the hatchet and shovel to the sides of her pack and stuffing the poncho inside. She felt she was beginning to look the part of homeless person, but knew that her stuff would break down eventually and she'd be right back to where she'd started. For now, though, she'd revel in the comforts of modern civilization's tool making.
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 9:35 pm
Peace was getting pretty tired of dealing with cops. She'd just been minding her own business when she spotted a mugger threatening some guy for his briefcase, and next thing she knew she was throwing the mugger on the ground and sitting on him while the man called the police. Sure, the mugger didn't appreciate the move, but she was pretty sure it wasn't illegal to just sit on a dude if he was doing something bad, and yet now she was getting questioned again. It was like they couldn't tell she was mute after seeing her voiceless gesturing for a few minutes. This, she concluded, was what happened to people who sat around and did paperwork all day: they got absolutely terrible at taking social cues.
That meant it was time to bust out the big guns. If they couldn't figure out that words weren't going to reach their ears, she'd just have to reenact what she saw through pantomime. After twenty minutes of a painstakingly detailed recollection displayed through a one-woman-show, she drew her act to a close, huffed, and crossed her arms. The officer who'd been detaining her sighed, ran through the events that she'd just acted out, asked for confirmation on those events, and then sent her on her way.
This was the problem with the city. Do one good deed and the law treats you like a common criminal. And what the heck was a "vigilante"? Was it a slur used against mute people? Peace didn't know, but she knew she didn't like the tone of voice that was used to describe it. After making sure the poor sap who'd been getting mugged was alright, she stormed off in a huff, absolutely certain she'd had enough of the city for now. She headed back to the wilderness, where at least it was justifiable to be concerned when a homeless lady threw some criminal at your feet.
Completed: Vigilante Justice
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 4:11 pm
NO MARKS HERE NOPE
On her way home, Kozi stopped by Brooklyn finding a mailbox and sliding information under it for someone to find. From there, she got on her way home. She had a bit of explaining to do for Scamper's sake.
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___youwillknownihilism Crew
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 5:41 pm
 ( LOCATION ) x Brooklyn, searching for a drug dealer tab ( FEELS ) x Hurting, going through the first stages of withdrawals. tab ( WEARING ) xBlack Coat, Green Button-up Shirt, Combat Boots, Green Gloves. (pictured above) Cleric had been in New York for a few hours when he was forced to go about finding a cocaine supply. Densely populated areas were the best, in his experience, and that brought him to Brooklyn. Cleric had rearmed himself, upon visiting the city, at the Black Hand hideout. He carried the same weaponry as before, two .45mm handguns. Those and the mask he carried would be unnecessary if all went well, but you could never be sure with heroes and dealers. He didn't want to hurt people, but it was an unfortunate reality that he lived in now. Cleric especially wasn't looking to scuffle with a cape. Not that he hadn't before, but those fights usually ended with one party being crippled, and he wasn't gonna let it be him. After a half hour of walking, Jake found someone who looked to be a dealer. They had that look about them, always scanning their surroundings, looking for potential customers. The guy spotted Jake, and they made hesitant eye contact for a moment. The man approached, and after a few seconds of untrusting conversation, decided that Jake could be trusted to sell to. Unfortunately, the guy didn't have the cocaine Jake was looking for, but he knew where they could go get more. Usually this was a no go, but Jake could feel the symptoms of withdrawal creeping up on him. He decided to go with the guy. They walked for about 20 minutes before reaching an apartment building. The guy told him that they owned the top two floors, and kept most of the supply up there. He invited Jake inside, and they rode the elevator up. At the top, two burly men greeted them. At the sight of their weaponry, Jake's power began working it's magic. Ak-47, selective fire, semi and fully automatic, 7.62x39mm rounds. 600 rounds per min- Jake had to stop himself. If he kept it up, his already horrible headache would get 10 times worse. The men looked him up and down, but didn't search him oddly. They let him pass onto a floor. The original dealer told him to wait outside. A few minutes passed, and Jake turned to look over his shoulder at the two men with guns. One was pressing into an ear piece. "You sure? Yeah. Yeah. Okay, sure thing." The man began turning around, and Jake quickly looked forward. This is exactly what I don't need. Please, for the love of everything holy, go to move some boxes or something. Cleric had no such luck. He heard their shoes moving slowly, carefully, measured towards him. The fools were trying to sneak up on him. Why didn't they just shoot him? He must've gotten lucky. Cleric turned and drew his weapon in a swift fluid motion. He put a round in the guy on the left's foot, and one in his chest. The man screamed, and squeezed the trigger on this rifle. His buddy was unlucky enough to be standing in the line of fire. Bullet holes and blood lined the walls as both men fell to the ground. There was a horrible ruckus in the back rooms as, presumably, people panicked at the bursts of rifle fire. People left their rooms, some with rifles, some with handguns, one with a shotgun. It didn't matter, they couldn't raise and shoot before being put down. Cleric had gotten his hands on an assault rifle, and didn't ever need to reload. It always amazed him how quickly fights were over. It was nothing like the movies. If he counted correctly, there were 16 people in total. Four were dead, the rest unconscious and bleeding or incapacitated. Cleric stepped past the bodies on the floor into the back rooms, and grabbed what was probably 12 grams of cocaine. Enough to keep him stable for a few weeks. Cops or heroes would be on their way soon. A major shootout had just happened in a residential area. He wouldn't be able to make an escape before someone got there. He'd been through this before, he'd need to beat himself up a little. It wasn't unheard of dealers to kidnap big buyers. He could pass as the victim here.
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 11:26 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 11:47 am
/ / x S T E V E x B U R N E T T E x / /
WARHOUND xxxx DOGDAD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The call had come in not that long ago about a disturbance in a known drug den. Shots fired, people possibly dead. There were reports that the person(s) responsible were still up there. As he walked, he had already begun to activate his power. But he did so slowly, not wanting to grow too large to fit in the building and move around easily. He had grown by around a foot in height and had taken on his distinctive Wolf attributes. When he got there, the area was swarming with police, who no doubt recognized him as he was a member of the Wardens. He looked around, not seeing any other Capes at the moment. He then reached up to the earbud and pressed it gently to get into contact with the Wardens dispatch. "This is Warhound. I'm at the location of the disturbance in Brooklyn. Advise any other attending Capes that I'm going in ahead to scout it out." Once he received confirmation, he pointed to several Police officers and made a gesture for them to follow him.
Warhound and four armed Police officers moved inside of the building and began to ride the elevator up. Other officers were covering any other entrances/exits and coming up the available stair wells to provide support and cut off any available escape routes. The doors to the elevator opened on the same floor the disturbance had been reported as coming from. "This is the Police and Wardens. Put down any weapons you may be carrying and place your hands on your head." He waited for a brief moment, gestured, and then stepped out, again flanked by the armed Cops who moved to sweep the area for threats. He sniffed at the air, trying to use his super human senses to discern where the threat was. Ears perked up and alert for the same.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Feeling: Busy x Being: Brooklyn x Thinking: "It's hunting time."
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 6:06 pm
( LOCATION ) x Apartment, hurt and bleeding on the floor tab ( FEELS ) x Worried, in pain from wounds inflicted upon himself and cocaine withdrawal. tab ( WEARING ) xBlood-Stained Black Coat, Bloody Green Button-up Shirt, Combat Boots, Green Gloves. (pictured above, sans mask) Cleric wasn't really in any condition to move much. Jake hadn't really been injured in the combat, only really had a small cut on his shoulder where a bullet grazed him, but that wouldn't be what those who found him would think. In the time it took the authorities to arrive, after stashing the coke he was planning on taking, he'd done a good number on himself. Multiple bullet wounds on his arms and legs, none serious enough to do more than flesh damage, but enough to convince. He had bruises on his face and body. Jake had rammed himself into the walls, hit himself with a baseball bat a few times, jumped as high as he could and landed on his back, belly flopped onto a bathtub, anything to harm himself. When the Wardens showed up he was laying on the ground barely able to breath. This had better work he thought. Jake called out to them. "H-Help! Help me!" His voice was weak, there might be broken ribs. It'd really pass off the image he was trying to convey. Jake stayed on the floor, unarmed, and at this point unable to fight back if they tried to arrest him. He'd just have to hope this was as good of a plan as he thought it was.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:05 pm
/ / x S T E V E x B U R N E T T E x / /
WARHOUND xxxx DOGDAD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This was quite the scene indeed. A number of people dead or dying. Only one of them apparently even conscious. "Call for an ambulance." He said to no one in particular. Followed quickly by. "Better make that several." One of the cops ducked out to do that, he motioned for everyone else present to follow. Kneeling beside the man, he sniffed at him. "Explain what happened." He said bluntly, then turning to sniff at the other people present, as well as the guns. Better to make sure he had his facts straight here. He continued to investigate while he waited to hear what the man had to say.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Feeling: Busy x Being: Brooklyn x Thinking: "It's hunting time."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 8:49 pm
( LOCATION ) x Apartment, hurt and bleeding on the floor tab ( FEELS ) x Worried tab ( WEARING ) xBlood-Stained Black Coat, Bloody Green Button-up Shirt, Combat Boots, Green Gloves. (pictured above, sans mask) They think I'm one of these guys, s**t. Okay, I can work with that. Cleric had been taught how to play these roles, he'd seen it done and done it himself many times in his life. This was gonna be a real gamble though, if he was found out, it'd be hell to pay. It wasn't like Cleric had much of a choice here, though. Cleric, being under 18, could join the wards. At least, he could talk them into letting him go. They'd probably bring him to the HQ and have his powers tested along with it. If he played his cards right, they'd pardon him like most people who'd had a trigger event. Th-th-they took me a f-few days ago. Th-they were b-beating me and I blacked out. I- I think I did this. My head hurts so bad, I can feel the g-guns. They're talking to me, I think." Jake closed his eyes for a few moments, and turned to make eye contact with Warhound. "I-I can't go h-home, can I?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 2:39 pm
/ / x S T E V E x B U R N E T T E x / /
WARHOUND xxxx DOGDAD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Things were getting weirder and weirder. So the guy claims he was kidnapped several days ago and they were beating him? His scent wasn't nearly strong enough in the area here to suggest he'd spent any real length of time. What his scent DID smell particularly noticeable on were the two .45mm handguns that had been discarded in the room which suggested they had been on his person for an extended length of time. Serial numbers removed, clearly illegally obtained.He obviously had no way of telling whether they had been used to harm these people. But they stank of gunpowder as if they had been fired, and forensics could tell them whether they were used here or not. Regardless of the specifics, the man was clearly no angel. Then came the kicker. "So you're telling me you believe you killed these people?" That was enough to push his suspicion over the edge. At the very least they could do some digging and see what could and could not be confirmed. He motioned to one of the cops, standing over the man on the floor. "Cuff him as a precaution. The ambulance should arrive any moment and I don't want him free to move around until we know exactly what happened here." As the police moved in to restrain him, being careful of his injuries, he turned to look at Aegis who had been busy helping to remove the injured. The sound of ambulance sirens and footsteps coming up stairs sounding out. "Do you notice anything fishy here?"xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Feeling: Busy x Being: Brooklyn x Thinking: "It's hunting time."
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