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 Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:04 pm
All JLA communicators suddenly recieved this message--"This is Zatanna Zatara to all JLA core and reserve members; keep an eye out for a little girl, about five years old, red hair, red eyes, Caucasian, likely wearing a red and white dress. Answers to Rosie. ... Could be multiple versions of subject. If found, please bring back to watchtower. Repeat, bring to watchtower. And yes, Flash, I'm aware that this sounds like a lost kitten poster. Shut up."
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:48 am
All JLA communicators suddenly received this alert:
From: Oracle
To: Any JLA in or near Gotham:
The Joker is here on the number 12 bus going north on Victory Blvd near the Museum. He's trying to take Rosie. Hurry!
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 9:30 am
[ Grah. Finally caught up. I think...]
Spot stood in the center of the large room, arms crossed, gazing around at his handiwork. The rubble was gone. The roof had been...patched up. He was no carpenter, but he had to admit, he thought he'd done a good job with it. He'd moved many of the junk lying around over to one corner of the room, Gossamer's machines and parts over to another. All in all...not bad. Barely anything he'd be comfortable staying in. But...better than it was. It actually looked like a room again.
After a moment of patting himself on the back, his smile fell and he looked back over at the young girl.
Well...now what did he do? He wasn't a babysitter. He didn't know how to take care of children. Or cheer them up for that matter. He had to do something though.
"So. Um...is there anything you'd like to do while we wait for your mother to return?" he asked, nervousness peeking through his voice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 4:49 pm
Rosie had been sitting on a box in the corner of the room, keeping completely to herself. She looked up at Spot once he addressed her, her face still drooped in a small little pout.
Her stomach growled.
"Well..." she began quietly. "I am a little hungry."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:36 pm
His smile quickly returned at the chance to do something that had the potential to cheer her up. "Well then, what do you say we go get something to eat? What would you like? A...oh, what do they call it....children's box? No, that's not it...children's meal?"
/// Sorry, classes have dumped a load of crap on me again. ///
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 10:12 pm
Rosie paused a moment, thinking, then smiled a very small and forced looking smile. As if she were trying to match with a mood she didn't feel. "Like McDonalds?" she asked
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 9:44 am
Ohnn smiled and nodded, though his heart felt like it had dropped in his chest again. Poor child, there had to be some way he could honestly cheer her up. "Exactly. If I recall correctly, I seen an advertisement for ice cream there as well. And after that, why don't we find a decent toy store? The building is cleaned up, but it could certainly use a bit more, don't you think?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:13 pm
Her smile faded into something that seemed less forced and more genuine. Just a bit. "Alright." she replied, hopping down from her crate and carefully walking over towards him.
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 9:16 am
[enter the Hatter, Dr. Yorkes, and Dr. Langstrom from Gotham]
The Mad Hatter walked into a warehouse that was positively filled with crates full of tea, the same Zhejiang tea of which a little fell out of his pocket at Yorkes' apartment. It was obviouly a warehouse used by the Li Bo Xun Teas of Gotham company itself that the Hatter had "appropriated" for his own use now. Dr. Yorkes sat down in a chair, and the Hatter tied his down using what appeared to be a large, thick leather belt, much harder to cut through than simple rope. As Tetch was buckling his hostage in place, Dr. Langstrom walked in, setting the vial into a holder that was suspended over a burner, which Langstrom turned on low. The Mad Hatter's plan was almost complete.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:48 pm
It had been...quite some time. Days passes, weeks. Ohnn hadn't really been keeping track, but he was sure it had been months. A warehouse like this, even after they'd gotten it cleaned up some, was far from acceptable for a child to be living in. The child's mother, or anyone for that matter, hadn't returned. He'd cheered Rosie up, cleaned things up enough for them to stay in the warehouse for about a week or so, then coaxed her into moving into a more liveable building. With the promise that he'd check back every day or so just to make sure her mother hadn't returned.
And no one had...as far as he could tel. If anyone did come, they were in and out by the time he returned.
Ohnn looked around the large abandoned...and still fairly unstable complex for a moment, then sighed and opened one of his spot portals beside him to return back to Rosie.
EXIT Spot (and Rosie) to Home Sweet Home.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:15 pm
The next day, Ohnn returned to the warehouse for another doublecheck. Making sure the young girl's mother wasn't around.
Still nothing.
Ohnn took one last look around the place, then sighed and decided to call it a night. No one was coming. No one ever showed up. So, there was no point in sticking around here any longer. He’d just have to…find out some other way to find the child’s mother. As tricky as that would be. It wasn’t as though he could just go to the police and say “Well, hello. I have this child who is separated from her mother. What’s that? Why she’s a rather interesting woman with an odd sense in fashion who robbed a technically advanced building and was last seen hanging around with a skeletal…thing.”
…yeah. That would work.
Shaking his head, Ohnn opened a large spot portal in front of him and began to step through.
”Hey! I know you!” a very young, and happy voice called out.
Ohnn stopped and blinked. ”Rosie?” he mumbled to himself before turning around towards the entrance. Surely not. He’d left Rosie back at the hotel.
But, sure enough, there stood a small girl with bright red hair, a red and white dress, and bright, twinkling red eyes. She was standing inside the building, across from one of the large truck entrances which…Ohnn could have sworn was a little more lit the last time he looked that way. ”You’re the guy that sent me all over the place!”
Ohnn blinked and stared. ”…Rosie?”
The young girl smiled and ventured closer to the man, curiously looking around. ”This place looks different. Something happen in here? Looks like it got cleaned up some.” she said, then looked up at Ohnn with the same bright smile. ”Where’s mommy at?”
”…uh…well…I don’t know.” he began awkwardly. ”I’ve been stopping by for days, and there hasn’t been anyone here.”
The child’s smile instantly fell. ”…oh.” she replied, her tone quite a few levels less happy than it had been. ”…do…do you know where she went then?”
”I’m afraid not. I’ve been taking care of…um…another one of you at a hotel I’ve managed to stay in. Why don’t I take you back there and we can sort things out there?”
The little girl looked rather disappointed, and opened her mouth to reply, when a rather ominous growl rumbled out of the truck enterance. Ohnn nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound, and stared at the open wall. Trying to force his eyes to adjust enough to see just what had made the sound. But, it was too dark. Which was odd…there was supposed to be a street light on the other end of the opening. Yes…the windows were letting in the light. But…oh…something was blocking the door. Something…big.
And…
Moving…
”Um…Rosie…how exactly did you get here?” Ohnn said quietly, barely above a whisper.
The young girl brightened instantly and spun around. ”My friend brought me over!” she replied happily. ”We didn’t want to draw any attention so we tried to take all the back ways and alleys we could. All we had to worry about then were robbers and some homeless people. Most of them just ran away.” she said, then called out to her ‘friend’. ”I told you it was big in here. Come on in! It’s alright. You won’t hurt anything in here.”
Ohnn just stood there and tried to wrap his head around what kind of “friend” the young girl could have possibly made that would…
Then the blockade moved. And by moved it ducked under the truck entrance and stepped inside. Large feet cracking the cement under it as the giant figure moved farther inside and into the light.
Ohnn stared. He didn’t have to try to guess who the mysterious “friend” was any longer. How the child managed to become the emerald giant’s friend…and not get crushed…now that was a new question.
”…oh my…”
/// ENTER Rosie and Hulk from…wherever they were at last.
Gotham I believe. Too far back to double check.
Yes, I’m hereby taking temporary control so I can at least move the real Rosie around some. And I don’t think she’d be going anywhere without her new giant green teddy bear just yet.
…and I may take over a few other characters that haven’t moved in months as well. Just to get things moving a little bit for the sake of plot and continuity. Timeline’s starting to get a little foggy between various characters and plots.///
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:28 am
The Hulk just stared down at Ohnn with a rather judgmental look in his eyes. ”….Spotty Man Rosie’s friend?” he asked.
”Yes!” Ohnn replied immediately, then cleared his throat to try and correct his tone. ”I mean, yes. I am. I also…um…know her mother. This is where everyone was at, but when I came back, no one was here. There hasn’t been anyone here for days.”
Hulk continued to stare quietly at Spot, thinking. ”…hrm. Rosie’s family not here?”
”N-no. I’m afraid not. I am taking care of her…ah…twin though. She’s at my apartment right now watching cartoons.”
”Cartoons?” Rosie said, her expression brightening.
”Yes. We can go back right now and you should arrive just in time for the next one.” Spot replied, motioning towards the portal he had opened and ready still.
Hulk looked over at the spot, and not quite understanding what it was, apparently decided that he didn’t like it. He looked back at Spot and slowly moved one of his large hands between Rosie and Spot in a rather protective manner. ”Hulk bring Rosie back to family. Family not here. Spotty man find Rosie’s family.”
Ohnn hesitated for a moment, trying to think of what to say. He really didn’t want to make this thing angry at him, and it seemed like he didn’t quite trust him. ”I…I can try to find her mom. But it will probably take me a while. It’s a really big city you see, and she could be anywhere. I really can’t leave Rosie or her twin all alone.”
”Rosie not alone. Hulk watch Rosie.” the green giant replied.
Ohnn hesitated, then looked down at the young red-head.
She smiled up at him. ”It’s alright. Hulk won’t let anything happen to me. And I’m old enough to take care of myself.” she said, confidence in her voice.
”…..alright. Should I…um…bring over your twin so that you two are together?” Ohnn asked.
”And a TV!” Rosie exclaimed. ”And toys! And food! And…um…something for Hulk. Make that a BIG T.V. and LOTS of food!”
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 1:47 pm
After quite a few minutes, Ohnn unloaded what he hoped was the last of what the girls would need. A television, cartoons, snacks, juice, toys, blankets, pillows, and a few things he hoped would keep the Hulk satisfied. Seriously though…what do you get the HULK for a sleep-over?
”Alright, that’s it then.” he said as he looked over at the two little red-heads sitting in the corner already in front of the tv. ”I’m going to go off and try to find your mother. (again…)”
He paused a moment and turned to look over at the green giant sitting against the wall. ”Um…keep an eye on them…alright?”
”Hulk protect Rosie. Spot man find Rosie’s mom.” the green beast replied.
”….right. I’ll, uh, I’ll be back then.” With that, Spot vanished inside his spot portal. As much as he hated leaving two little girls with the Hulk
EXIT Spot to Spot Dimension
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:32 am
Dr. Yorkes woke up, bound to a chair, to the sound of a voice talking in a somewhat sing-song manner.
"Wakey wakey, Dr. Yorkes..."
Yorkes recognised the voice. With a start, he quickly looked up and saw Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter, smiling at him.
"...It's time for tea! And tonight we have a very special guest brewing our pot! May I introduce you to Dr. La-la-Langstrom?" The doctor in question was mixing various chemicals while wearing a tuxedo... and a top hat. His expression was completely blank.
"Wha... No... Jervis, you have to stop this," Dr. Yorkes said, his shock towards his patient's deeds evident in his face, "What you're doing to his mind-"
Tetch cut him off, yelling directly into his face, "My name is NOT Jervis... I am the HATTER!" The Mad Hatter then turned around and added thoughtfully, "Or, mayhap I am Hatta, the Anglo-Saxon messenger?"
Yorkes pressed the issue, this time being careful to leave out any kind of name. "Please, the damage you're causing Langstrom's mind... I don't think-"
Hatter cut him off again, this time lunging at him, choking him to the ground, with the chair on its back. "You don't think?! Then perhaps you shouldn't TALK!" Jervis then collected himself and relesed him smiling. "Heh. You say that I am mad. A common marquee that can be attributed to my fellow haberdashers. Do you know why, Doctor?"
"Uh," Yorkes thought for a moment, then answered. "The mercury used in making felt. They didn't know it was a neurotoxin. They started developing shakes..."
Hatter interrupted with applause. "Excellent! You are indeed a most learned giraffe! I, however, have never come into contact with the element of which you speak. So, Dr. Yorkes..." The Mad Hatter became very serious. "...Whay am I mad?"
"I don't think you are," Yorkes replied, "You still possess a great amount of your genius, and you show moments of clear lucidity."
"I didn't ask for what, pip pip," the Hatter admonshed cheerily, "I believe I asked for why, tra-la. A traumatic episode? A synapse out of place? My up-up-upbringing?"
"I..." Yorkes was lost for words. "I don't know."
The Mad Hatter became serious again. "Of course not. You're trying to use REASON to understand MADNESS. That is not unlike looking for darkness with a torch. If you wish to understand madness..." Jervis Tetch leaned in to whisper into Dr. Yorkes' ear, "...You need to start ducking the shallow gerund."
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:49 pm
Dr. Langstrom then picked up a syringe, and pulled a great deal of the mixture the resulted from all the work Hatter was making him do. Then Langstrom walked towards Dr. Yorkes.
"Jervis... That syringe... That's not mercury, is it?" Yorkes asked.
"Pish posh, my little ottoman! Do you really think me so unimaginative?"
As Dr. Langstrom injected the mix into Dr. Jeffrey Yorkes, the Mad Hatter asked, "Tell me, doctor, have you ever read the poem that my dear sweet Alice was clever enough to decipher by holding up to a mirror?"
"What happening to me?!" Yorkes yelled, as his size and shape began to change.
"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
As he said all this, Dr. Yorkes changed into the very creature that the poem, the nonsense that Lewis Carroll had written, had been about.
With a triumphant voice, the Mad Hatter yelled, "BEWARE THE JABBERWOCK, MY SON!"
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