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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:25 pm
Directly in front of Positron's Tower is the Stone City Penitentiary, where the majority of the villains in the LoC have been sent more than once. It was designed specifically for metahuman/superhuman containment, including special equipment to disrupt magical forces or dampen various special abilities. The guards were always heavily armed, and despite the powerful people that had been brought there in the past, jailbreaks were extremely rare.
After the war started however, Positron personally released everyone from the prison, murdering any guards or prison staff he came across. Now the prison serves as living quarters for members of the League, though the security measures have been altered to prevent intruders, but powers are not dampened as a result.
Other "amenities" include a gym, basketball court, and open field. The open field was originally used just for exercise purposes, but it now serves as a battleground for villains to test their powers or blow out some steam.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 7:16 pm
Zeal's commlink ringing brought the recently awakened hero turned villain out of his early morning daze. Growling slightly at the annoyance he grabbed the device and looked at the message on it. He growls for real when he reads the message. "Well this freaking sucks. A bunch of normal civvies aren't a threat to me. Even if they do have wonky chemical weapons." Giving an exasperated sigh Timothy as was his birth name switched into his normal villain garb before leaving his quarters to wander the halls of the penitentiary to find something to entertain himself with until Positron saw fit to give the all clear.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 7:34 pm
Play nice with the other kids?....Yeah right. Stormi -- Drakness -- Larkspur
Drakness wakes up to her Commlink beeping like crazy and just whacks it off the table it was sitting on. " Ugh. Another perfectly good nightmare ruined..... " She sits up and picks the piece of equipment off the ground. She just glances at it and puts it into her pocket after changing into her normal unusual attire. She pulls the hood up on her hoodie and walks out of her room, being sure to slam the door behind her to announce her dis-pleasure to the hide-out. " And of course it's not really anything uber important.... " She grumbles with a yawn. She pushes some hair out of her eyes and crosses her arms across her chest. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:15 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX⇝⊱ NiCODEMUS ⊰⇝ A small girl wonders the hallways of the living quarters, completely bored, but at the same time fascinated by her new surroundings. Just last week this peculiar girl was living in hotels and brainwashing people to give her their possessions. Now, she's living in some badass villain's headquarters. The thought brings a sinister smile to her lips as she continues to walk casually through the halls. After a few minutes of more boring nothingness, Nicodemus begins to wish there was someone to bother. 
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 6:44 pm
Zeal frowned when he heard a door slam some distance away. Evidently he wasn't the only one displeased with the idea of being cooped up in this former prison. Frowning a bit more the master of energy as he called himself on occasion decided he might as well see who was upset. Still he'd rather be outside riding his bike around the city. True his bike was slower then him just flying however that mattered not to him. Stifling a yawn he strolled towards the place he heard the door slam emanate from.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:02 am
Alexander sat at the desk in one of the rooms in the prison. He had his main lab elsewhere, but made use of the company space. He had been granted this cell, as the others had been given theirs, by Positron as part of his payment for being in the League. Alexander utilized this space, keeping most of his more commonly used weapons here. The bed was taken out, for he had no need of sleep and a large worktable brought in. A large chest was filled with various bits of computer, gadget, sheets and scraps of metal and junky old appliances. Alexander set out to make the usless piles of trash into implements of pain and death. This was his place in this league of villains. How he saw them all with nothing but disdain and contempt.
But it didn't matter. Hatred was just an emotion, and he could ignore those. He would work with the others just fine. He may never tell them how he feels, but perhaps that was for the best.
"They are all only human. And the one's that aren't are close enough. They don't understand their pointlessness yet."
His voice was very dry and dull. He spoke with almost one tone, his voice not changing pitch. He stood up, grabbing his hat and snapping the circular eye piece over his left eye to its most basic setting, allowing to see on a larger scale. He glanced over his alert, some warning about angry civilians. No matter. One day, he would solve his cure for life. And all those angry people would be just like him.
He left his room and made his way down the hall. He heard a door slam up ahead, one of the other villains throwing a tantrum, no doubt. So childlike.
"I wonder if the hero's deal with these problems."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:42 am
Cecil sat in his room. He didn't know why, but he liked the idea of living in an old prison. The idea simply appealed to him in a way he couldn't describe. He heard a door slam somewhere, but didn't give it much thought. He had only recently joined Positron's army, and he already loved it. He enjoyed seeing his victims faces twisted with pain, before he killed them. He was a sadist. His room was pretty simple, and didn't have much in it. His sword was in a large black box, with a silver cross on the front. The box was in the corner of his room. He left his room and walked down the hall to the gym.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:03 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX⇝⊱ NiCODEMUS ⊰⇝Still walking aimlessly down the halls, Nicodemus hears oncoming footsteps echoing off the walls ahead. The girl's trademark Evil Grin makes an appearance on her lips as the steps sound closer. Then, she turns the corner and comes face-to-face with a tall, strange man with long dark hair and intriguing bright yellow eyes.
"Woah," the teen gasps, her face now one of a child that has just opened a box full of candy.
After a moment of staring, Nicodemus blinks her pink eyes quickly and opens them with a new face of excitement.
"Hello, person. I'm Nico," she introduces herself enthusiastically in her strange Aussie-like accent, sticking out her small hand to shake with the yellow-eyed man.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:02 am
The buzzing of the commlink alerted Zeal to the incoming message. Pulling the device out he gave a relieve grin noting that he was free to move about once again even if they did have to report to Positron's War Room. Slipping the commlink back out of sight Zeal chose to abandon his quest to find out who had slammed the door and headed out of the penitentiary so that he could then go the the War Room.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 1:10 pm
In her cell without uniform or persona present, she stretched, yawned, and groaned at the continuously beeping and vibrating Commlink. She had slept through it. 'Dammit! This thing needs to be louder', she thought, growling and snatching it up to look at the two missed messages. 'Oh well, guess the first wasn't that important, but--oh...war room? Ugh. Time to get dressed.'
She had taken a shower last night, so it was no problem to simply wake up today, throw on her clothing and fix her hair with a little water and a brush. It took not but 5 minutes altogether to get dressed and ready, and then out the door. On the way out she spotted Clockwork a ways down the main hallway, and a half-smile pulled at her pale lips."Well Hello Sunshine!" She piped, smirking and scrunching up her nose in a funny face to try and get a smile out of him. Somehow she could get him to smile, whereas he never smiled that often. She was glad that she didn't have to walk to the War Room alone this morning, because she was afraid that he would already be there, seeing as he was a very timely man.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 1:42 pm
"Hey Nico, I'm Cecil" He said to the girl in a friendly tone. Cecil always treated those on his side well. He shook her hand. His comlink buzzed. "So... We're to report to the war room." He said quietly. His thoughts were now preoccupied with the thoughts of fufilling his sadistic desires, In what would hopefully be a mission. The thoughts of tormenting his victims excited him in a way not unlike that of a child, who gets a new toy on Christmas. "We'd better hurry" He said excitedly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:40 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX⇝⊱ NiCODEMUS ⊰⇝ Surprised and exuberant at the man's acceptance of her greeting, Nicodemus shakes Cecil's hand firmly and a little too enthusiastically. Releasing her grip from his large, warm hand, the smll girl hears her comm-link make a little noise signaling she has gotten a message. With a curious face, she pulls the small cellular-like device from her pocket and reads the message. When she's done, Nicodemus sighs and pushes it back into her pocket. Looking up at her new friend, she notices the strange expression on his face, responding with a rather childlike curious face of her own.
The auburn-headed girl is distracted by the dark-haired man's facial expression when he speaks of hurrying. "Well, let us go!" Nicodemus replies in a high-octave voice, her accent making her words harder to bare to listen to. She then gives a few bounces to show her fervent desire to hurry.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 10:16 pm
The slender figure of Ace A.K.A White Misery walked slowly down the hallways of the former prison. In his hands he held Mind Sewer as he softly spoke into it. "Of course you cant, your home is far to dark to come here....yes I know your desire to come to this home but no." He spoke to himself...no Mind Sewer. He was speaking to the darkness that now held a permanent grasp on his mind. As he walked down and up the halls he was told to go to the war room via com link. He didn't like technology, thought it interrupted the processes of his workings. But he was told that it was needed. He sighed as he let go of Mind Sewer and made his way to the doors. Maybe some one would finally greet him. Villians were not usually the friendly type but maybe friendly enough to speak to another villain, even one so unstable as himsef. He wondered if anyone even knew what he could do.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 12:12 pm
As Iron Maiden walked beside Clockwork, she noticed an ashen, gangly figure ahead. 'I've heard of him before... She mused inwardly, tilting her head to the side as she gazed at him, quite perplexed. He couldn't be human, he was far too pale--almost white. Then again, her hair and eyes were a freakish color, so she couldn't really speak for herself. 'Might as well say hello, he seems to be a lonely little guy...well big guy, but still.' She laughed discreetly to herself, knowing that Clockwork thought she was a cuckoo anyway, so didn't worry about seeming off in front of him.
She walked a little faster and got ahead of Clockwork, finally ending up beside the pale and lithe figure of the lone man."I don't think I've seen you around much, huh?" Her voice was soft, as to not startle him, since he looked as though he could be startled easily. For some reason she had felt compelled to say hello--maybe it was because he seemed so lonely, and she knew how it felt to be lonely. Sure, questioning him being around wasn't exactly the nicest way to say hello, but it was a greeting nonetheless. Exley knew that most of the people around here weren't the friendly type, but knew that having closer allies among allies would help her in the end, so why not?
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:16 pm
Ace's head jerked to voice that spoke to him. He gave a soft smile as he was slightly relived that it wasn't a voice in his head once again. He nodded at the women. "Oh, hello. Um, yes I would think not. I'm rather...secluded." His voiced sounded strained and as if he was just a dead husk. His blackened eyes looked at as he held out his hand for a handshake. He looked her over. A technology user, the thought of all those wires and metal made his mind ache, but he had no room to talk (if he ever dead about that) he used the undead and was nearly half dead himself. "They call me White Misery." He stated. It was a name that he had given himself, and only once was called during the early years of his disowning.
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