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 Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 2:44 am
((Gah, I'm unsure of what to have Brenda and/or Aiden do for a distraction... Care to toss some ideas at me? Also, do you have Skype? They finally axed the Meebo bar.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:11 pm
((We have an Aiden. I assume a little liquid courage should do the trick for Aiden. Get Brenda to do something . . . batty. Improvise, dude! Brenda's got the 4-1-1 on Lady Deathstrike . . . most likely also for various underworld slayings during the Commie mayhem and on top of that, one railroad guard got greased. I do have both Skype and Facebook if y'all want to add me.)) "WHAT THE ********!? She just hacked that guy!!!"Deathstrike wins . . . FA-TALITY!! C.J. by that time, was juuust above the room Yuriko was in . . . unintentionally . . . banging around and cursing like a madman. "Goddamn ********' sonuva . . . grr . . . FISK, HIRE A GODDAMN CLEANING SERVICE!!!" he hacked and wheezed before . . . uh oh . . . what was that noise? "Oh ******** me, not again!!!"That was juuuust around the time that the duct started to give way, taking C.J. on an all-too familiar ride down. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiit!!!" C.J. screamed as the duct came detached and sending the unintentional passenger down with a loud crash, a dazed C.J. got up, shaking his head. "Ugh . . . my achin' head . . ." he said, trying to shoo away the annoying little circling birdies that once again were circling around his head.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 7:35 pm
Yuriko blinked in surprise for just a moment or two, when she set eyes on Benoit literally landing in front of her, "Ask and you shall receive...." Without wasting any time, the cyborg assassin moved directly behind the stunned infiltrator and wrapped her arms around his neck in a full nelson -- attempting to cut off his air supply until C. J. Benoit would pass into unconsciousness....
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 7:58 pm
C.J. smirked, besides being close to choked out. "Well, if you think I'm gonna . . . go down . . . THIS easy." he said before kicking her back and flipping her OVER him to free himself.
"You'd probably FLIP over that." he said, coughing slightly. "Now . . . seeing how you managed to ruin my friend's home, I'd usually have a bone to pick with you, but I'm here on business. So if you could KINDLY tell me where she went, I'll leave. Probably wouldn't wanna come back to this rat-hole anyhow." he said before assessing the fact that where he assumed his girlfriend was supposed to be . . . was now a pool of blood. And not to mention . . . a guy who's brain got chopped up into wee steaks. Say, kid. We'd better go.
"No way! I'm mouthing off to a Marvel Villain. I wanna see Oncaro's, Maho's, Skuld's and Rosie's reactions to me swingin' my big brass nuts around!"
Dude, she's got psycho-b***h-Wolverine powers. Trust me. Get OUTTA there before she hacks them OFF!
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 4:11 pm
Or... you know... before you get tazed."
A bolt of lightning shot past the man's face and dispersed along the wall. The heat of the bolt singing his nose. "Ya don't calm down and you'll be seein' her in a body bag." Electro said with a smile, blocking the doorway. "Ya 'aint going anywhere without getting fried or cut to pieces, so I'd be doing what we say if ya wanna see your girl again."
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 6:22 pm
C.J. smirked when the bolt juuuuust singed him. "You AGAIN? Jesus, Bolt boy. You already zapped me THREE ******** TIMES. What makes you possibly the both of YOU are gonna stop ME from stomping a MUD-HOLE, in your boss' a**?" he asked, in his smirk, shooting the kind of a glare that could burn a hole in concrete.
"Now, quit wasting my time and get outta my way. You idiots are FAR from my problem . . . believe me, I got enough backup for you second-rate rent-a-mooks to cope with." he growled.
Uh . . . C.J. . . . as a side-note, I haven't seen you THIS mouthy since . . . since the Gossamer incident.
"I know, right? If I'm gonna get fried or diced, the least I can do is mouth off like Deadpool 'til Aiden and Batsy come back me up."
And where are they NOW, kid?
*Sweat* "OK! New plan!! I shall now s**t myself and run away, screaming!"
WHERE!?! There's no other door save for the one that our friend the walking double-a battery's blocking!
"Well s**t. Got any MORE bright ideas, turkey?"
Like I'd kill YOU off. You and Arell got some sort of weird fanbase. If you get bumped off, I'm liable to get hate-mail!
"Or a thank-you card."
Valid point.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 4:42 pm
Very quietly, Yuriko Oyama got up -- taking advantage of Electro's distraction. Rising up behind the mouthy intruder, Lady Deathstrike makes a quick jab at the back of Benoit's neck in an attempt to knock the man out.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 6:33 pm
Which could have almost worked if . . . wait . . . s**t. It DID work!
"s**t!"
I know! We're in trouble! Mayday! Mayday!
Anyways . . . C.J. went down . . . but the question was, would he still have plenty of fight left when he came to?!
"Duh . . . we're on the way to meaner, snarkier C.J.. Give me three minutes, I'll be tap-dancing on Fisky's head."
You say that now, but we never MET Fisk!
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 9:23 am
While a pair of guards swooped in to handcuff the unconscious C.J. Benoit -- carefully avoiding the wrathful Lady Deathstrike, said assassin glided back to the security station pushing the headless guard out of the chair. As the corpse lands with a wet 'thunk', Yuriko flipped a switch to turn the channel back on for Fisk's office, "Benoit is secured. Your guards are taking him away as we speak. Electro and I will now be looking into your 'bat' infestation." After making that statement, Yuriko scanned through the security cameras to see, if she could get an idea where Batwoman disappeared to.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:00 pm
Electro watched the guards make off with CJ with a small grin. Well... that had been pleasantly easy. Now to take care of two more and his day should be free. The guards, meanwhile, began to drag CJ down the hall and to the elevator. Once inside, one guard pulled a key out of his pocket and slid it into a lock under the keyboard. He turned the key, then pressed one of the blank buttons. The elevator began to ascend, and made it to a level that was hidden from the rest of the building. One where Kingpin kept his guests that were to be tended to... specially. The guards dragged the man over to a doorway and moved him inside. The room was empty, save for a metal chair decorated with some nasty looking restraints. It was fair to say Captain America himself would have a bit of trouble getting himself out of this chair. With problems like SpiderMan sneaking about his building... it wasn't any wonder the Kingpin had such a chair here. While CJ was still out, the guards began strapping him down to the chair.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 3:00 pm
By the time C.J. came to, the Marylander realized just how bad of a spot he was in. Motherfu- I'm gonna have me a word with Misty about this when I get outta here . . . IF I get outta here! he thought. Well, who's fault was THAT?! You HAD a perfectly good Superhero ally, then you went all Rambo, forgot the shotgun and now wound up with NO clue where you are!
"I know EXACTLY where I am, thank you! I'm tied to a friggin' chair in the middle of an empty room!"
Jeez . . . well the good news is I think Misty's out.
"Well, THAT'S a real assuring thing. Now what about ME?!?"
Eh, some Gaians in this RP may be happy that we got in this little jam.
*sarcastically* "Yeah. REAL assuring, writer! Hey, by the way, where's the kitty? Or is he gonna make me sweat it out further?"
Anyways, ehh . . . good luck with that, Ceej. Uh, yeah. Long story short, C.J. was still strapped to that chair, trying to keep himself calm . . . boy did he step into it THIS time. The hell was he thinking? He was a circus worker and a musician! This was Arell's market. Yeah . . . if he was here, they wouldn't be held captive! He probably woulda shot up the place and left some lit dynamite as a going-away present for Fisk! However, Arell . . . was about a few thousand miles WEST of here. C.J. was in New York . . . and up to his a** in trouble.
"Jeez . . . this seems SO much easier on TV!"
No s**t, Sherlock!
"Keep digging, Watson! There's bound to be some here!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 4:49 pm
From somewhere behind CJ, there was a lot “tsk” that was soon followed by an aged and raspy voice. ”Honestly... what were you thinking was going to happen? Barge into this building with no weapons, no back up, no powers of your own.” Then a hand reached down from behind CJ and pulled his hat off. ”You do realize what is going to happen to you now... correct?” the voice asked.
There was still no sign of the lanky black cat. In either of the trio's situations really.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 6:57 pm
"If that's who I THINK it is, perhaps you should be worrying less about ME and more into a gym membership . . . and clean your air ducts. Seriously . . . I almost choked to death up there!" C.J. responded. However, he paused for a minute and thought. "I assume this is the stereotypical villain/hero conversation where you gloat that you captured me, expose villainous plan and all sorts of stereotypical villainous s**t about some sort of thing. Isn't this how this works in the comic books and movies?" he asked. Even though this was HARDLY a comic book! You're in REAL TROUBLE!!
"Hey, fair question to ask. Seeing how I've somehow wound up in the world's largest comic book, I just wanted to know!"
Now look-a here, Double-O ********. Mystery voice has a point. THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!
"Aside from 'OH s**t! Girlfriend in danger!', not a whole lot admittedly."
Yeah . . . way to go, moron.
"Oh SHUT UP, writer! Now, just gotta get outta here . . . and more importantly, get that hat back."
Good luck. If that's who that is, remember that quip a few pages back about Fisk SITTING on you to kill ya?
"Y-y-you wouldn't DARE!"
Okay, Rosie! Let 'er rip!!!
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 12:23 pm
"Actually..." the voice replied. CJ's hat carelessly tossed to the ground in front of him. "This is more of the torture room for information until the boss comes down to see you type of villain conversation." the voice replied. A second later a wire of some kind was taped to each side of CJ's temples. Then a man wearing an old, bloodied surgical gown walked out from behind the chair. Pushing a machine of some kind on a rolling table. The wires going straight into the box.
"You see... he was not happy with the way you rescued your girlfriend the first time. Now that she's vanished again... well he only has you to satisfy his anger now." the older man continued. Then he turned on the machine, and it sparked to life with an electrical crackle.
"So... any big plans from escaping from this? Or are you going to be disappointing and cooperate? I'm really hoping you'll be difficult. I haven't used this in ages..."
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 1:20 pm
"Your boss, for all I care, can choke on all that food he's been gorgin' on and die for all I care. As for you, YOU can go kiss my a**!" C.J. growled defiantly. Well, this looks very suspiciously like the end, Benoit. We're gonna spend the rest of our days getting electri-fried by this sadistic chump like we're in Hostel!!
"Well, NUTS. Nice knowin' ya, writer! Hopefully I'll be able to come back as someone who knows how to SHUT UP!"
Yeah, tell me about it. Say, meet me off-camera, kiddo. I got a plan!
"Does it involve being shocked, 'cause I think THAT a*****e's WAY ahead of us!!"
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