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Post by flamethrower on Jun 28, 2011 5:52:36 GMT 2
New York’s alleyways were coated in nothing but immense darkness. It was cold, unsettling and quiet. Quite, despite the numerous of activity that bustled aloud on the main road. Rain trickled down from the sky, shifting into tiny gray droplets as they landed abstractly on the soaked concrete. Aubrey Connor inhaled a rather strong breath. She was sheltering herself in one alley, her long and disheveled golden locks messy, and her small figure was chattering along with her barely gritting teeth. Mothersucker. She despised rain. She despised rain as much as a kid fat kid despising excessive exercise. The cold was causing her to feel weak, to feel as if the air was subtly suffocating her oxygen and sucked out her strength. This was not good. Aubrey, water, and coldness never truly got along, it had something to do with her fire-based ability, she supposed. They were some sort of her Kryptonite, as she often would consider. She needed to dry herself up, find a more suitable place to shelter. She needed heat. She had attempted to ignite her very own, temporary fireplace there in the alley, but failed. The enormous amount of wind and dripping drops of water had killed the fire, extingushing as fast as it came.
The blonde sighed, puffing out hot breaths onto her palms and shaking them together, as if it would ease the thick coldness right away. Not, of course. An exasperated sigh made an escape out of her trembling lips, her lucky night tonight, huh? She felt like throwing her chin up and curse the weather god, or simply yelling something akin to ‘eff you’, but she was aware that it would result in nothing. Only wasting her already half-suffocated breath. Aubrey, now her face was tainted with pure annoyance, leaned against the wall, sliding down to a sitting position. Perhaps she could just wait here. Hopefully, the irritating rain would come to its end soon. The pyrokinetic blonde sighed again, before closing her hazel eyes in mere attempt to relax her tensed figure. That, until she heard some suspicious footsteps closing their way in. Oh, no. Oh dear god, dear lord, please no. Not now. She tried to block the sound, but his heavy voice roared through the immense sound of rain.
“Hey, hey. Look, it’s the mutie.”
It was the biker and his lackeys. The same group she had beaten up at the pub just a few days ago. She restrained an urge to scream loud in irritation. Why now?! Why them?! Why, fate, why?! Gritting her teeth, she opened one eye. “Oh, hey it's... you. I’m not in the mood. Shoo,” she replied nonchalantly, waving her hand around. Course it didn’t work. Of course it would only nail their anger even further. The group distanced closer, their teeth grinding together as if they were about to pounce on their prey. Aubrey finally looked at them, contemplating of what to do in the back of her mind. “ ‘kay, I’m lame. I surrender. Y’all win. I don’t want to fight,” she continued, laze filling her tone. “Happy? Now, go.” The next thing she felt was a hard yank, her body being forced to get up, her face inches from the leader’s spitting mouth.
“You beat up my boys, freak. Don’t think I’ll let you get away just like that!”
“No?"she muttered, cocking her head. “Fine,” placing her hand on his chest, she channeled down her ability to her palm, and then instantly, a blast shot out – propelling him away towards the wall. He roared, bellowed, and ordered them all to attack. Frowning, she spread her arms aside, flames began to erupt out of her hands, despite them having difficulty to remain ignited due to the pouring rain, trailing up and covering her arms as she glared at her opponents, all ready to begin the battle.
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Post by CAPTAIN AMERICA on Jul 2, 2011 18:14:50 GMT 2
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- Steve was in a bad mood, he had spent a lot of the night trying to get as many people as he could out of trouble, it wasn’t something that he found easy to do but at the same time he felt that he should have done it in protecting the streets of America, after all they were not at war and it only made sense that Captain America would protect the American people. After all it had been something that he had done over the years and would have been something that people would have believed that the reason for him coming back was that, however the fact was that the government wanted him to do something other than protect the people and actually cause harm to mutants that Steve wouldn’t do.
Walking down the streets he heard a noise of a fight and believed that he would have to do something about it. When he walked into the alleyway he saw that there was a woman fighting off quite a few men as he stepped into the light he cleared his throat.
“Is there a problem here gentlemen?”
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by flamethrower on Jul 3, 2011 18:41:53 GMT 2
There was a sudden cough rumbling out of a stranger’s throat. She pressed both lips, up and down clashing with each other, expression contorting warily. New arrival: someone whom had successfuly captured each of their eyes and attentions. The flames engulfing her arms almost crackled into a roar as if they were living beings becoming defensive – attempting to protect their mistress. One of them? No. He wasn’t a part of those pathetic biker’s lackeys, he carried a different vibe. She unclasped her palms, allowing more and more flames to roam around and mingle with the much colder air. She needed to ensure that her focus remained in tact, else these trickles of raindrop would extinguish the fire. Without fire, she would be useless – weakly powerless. The bikers didn’t appear to be amused by the man’s presence. They probably thought that he was her boy-toy, a mere obstacle that needed to be swept away out of their eyesights. One couraged himself to step up between the two group, his sneer was etching wide and revealing some gaps on his half-broken teeth.
“Yeah? None of your bussiness, boy. I suggest you fuck off while you can. These, my boys, they’re dangerous and they’re hungry. They’re wiling to beat up anyone who---”
His conceited words were cut off as a stream of fire rolled onto his stomach, launching his fat figure towards one wall and colliding it, causing a loud, sickening thud to echo throughout the alleyways. “I suggest you shut up. I’ve had enough of you and your boring threats. If y’all want to fight, then fight,” the blonde urged with much impatience dripping in her tone, sensing a rush of adrenaline coursing her veins. She walked a few steps, eying the one man before sending him a playful wink, as if challanging him to participate along. “Could use a company too, I suppose,” grinning in an excited and anticipated manner, she proceeded by raising up her fists – covered in hot and swaying flames. Up and ready. The bikers bellowed, before rushing themselves to attack the two, bats lashing around wildly. |
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Post by CAPTAIN AMERICA on Jul 3, 2011 19:16:00 GMT 2
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- steve sighed when the men spoke, it was clear that the woman could clearly defend herself yet they wanted to make more enemies by the way that they had spoken to him rather than trying to defuse the situation and making it easier for themselves, some people seemed to be so stupid now a days to not take advice and do what they had been told or suggested, as the girl used her powers he had to admit that she would have fitted in with the X men but he would have to help her with the way that the fight was shaping up otherwise it wouldn’t end well for her.
As the first man rushed him Steve just stepped out of the way and allowed him to walk into the wall before he swept his legs so that he landed flat on his back, as the next man moved to hit him Steve just again moved out of the way before knocking him out with a kick to the back of the neck. As Steve saw one of the men about to jump the girl he threw a garbage can lid like he would his shield and caught the man between the shoulder blades before smirking.
“It’s not my shield but it was affective,” he said with a grin.
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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Post by flamethrower on Jul 4, 2011 5:14:55 GMT 2
Tap, tap, tap. Her fingers tapped her palms like a ticking clock, abounded by flames, jaw-clenched stiffly and red eyes glaring up as if she were a starving predator. There were no more etches or tints of playfulness on her tensed face – when a real battle ensued, her upbeat demeanour would often be sucked and replaced by solemnity and pure concentration. Sarcasm and mocking words would still spew, but reduced to some certain degree. Complete focus. These men were fools. They were aware of the threats they were dealing with, bare humans against a one raw-powered mutant and an apparent skilled combatant, yet they refused to just back down, save themselves from trendemous beatings, instead resumed to insult and attack these two. Tsk, tsk. The blonde halted her absentminded palm-tappings. Footsteps echoed through the noise of rain pelting hard, rushing, and directing towards her direction. She launched her one hand forward.
An enormous sound akin to wings flapping erupted as another stream of fire propelled itself out of her flesh. It roared, rolled, and rose high, aimed directly towards one of its victim – his clothes became charred as the huge-sized fireball pushed him up to the sky. Another approached, almost shakily in fear, and she immediately twirled her open hand, igniting flames to snake around his figure, making him scream in pure agony. She refused to be a murderer, though. Killing wasn’t her style – perhaps a little bit of fun torturing, but she refused to snatch a live. Thus seconds later she allowed her palms to shut, releasing his smoke and ash-covered form. Glance was cast, and she captured a glimpse of her ally crumbling down his enemies so easily, causing a grin of genuine appreciation to snap on her lips.
Can-lid launched, the petite stole aback a step, letting the object to swerve and crash another pair of bikers. She chuckled. That was unique. “It really was,” much to her surpise and frustation, one biker managed to yank her figure from behind then swung his bat up. Oh no. Not again. The steel weapon connected with her jaw, lifting her up few inches above the ground, then lurched to thrust her torso. Muffled noise emitted out of her lips – a mix between a yelp and painful grunt. Knees dropped to the wet ground, she pressed her knuckles, attempting to recover, but another blow striked the side of her face. Her small figure fell aside, unable to fight back, breathing hard and heavy as she tried to remain conscious, blonde locks matted to her skin. The rain. The rain, the cold temperature and water – they really were making her weak. |
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Post by CAPTAIN AMERICA on Jul 6, 2011 2:24:38 GMT 2
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say [/size][/font] Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. [/size][/font] ---------------------------- As the woman continued to use her abilities Steve did wonder if he should have stopped her but at the same time she had been assaulted and she was defending herself, Steve saw nothing wrong with that and therefore it wasn’t something that he would have stopped, even if it was a little sickening to smell the smell of burning flesh but the men had brought it upon themselves and he wasn’t going to chastise her for defending herself as he was doing his best to help her therefore he couldn’t do that.
When she had been hit with the bat he couldn’t help but get angry about it, walking towards the man he knocked one of the men down with a well aimed punch as he had gotten to his feet. When Steve got close enough he aimed a thrust kick at the man’s jaw cracking it with the force of the kick knocking him out. Walking over to the woman he extended a hand to help her up.
“Are you ok?” he said.
---------------------------- Lyrics: Kansas – Carry on my wayward son
Credit: Sammy
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