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Post by sevre on Sept 12, 2011 6:24:00 GMT 2
Jona's face got close to Spider-Man's, she seemed to be getting a thrill out of this situation, this masked man was extremely predictable, and within a matter of minutes, Jona had managed to get him wrapped around her finger. Her eyes narrowed as her tongue ran across her lips, her voice still as taunting as it had been before. "Good luck with that."
Jona let a sadistic grin cross her face as she watched her plan unfold perfectly. The cracks in the ceiling became wider with every waking moment, as Jona's attention turned towards the policemen running to apprehend her. A quick wave of her hand sent a wall of sinister black flames towards them, as they attempted to shield themselves. Her attantion now diverted back towards the onslaught of people issuing forth from the train, her eyes remained fixated on the so called hero, brushing past the groups of people to get closer to the man.
As she shoved her way past a group of tourists, her fingers dexterously pickpocketed a small camera from a woman's purse as she bumped into her. A swift false apology escaped Jona's lips towards the woman, as she gripped the newly acquired camera in her hand, aiming towards Spider-Man as several flashes ensued upon pressing the button.
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Post by peterparker on Sept 12, 2011 19:05:57 GMT 2
She was playing cards that he couldn't control in any way, but he'd do all he could to stop them. Her jeering words formed together as he moved to his heroic duties. In the process he tried to keep a watch on her actions, making certain to keep tabs on her to track her down once the opportunity presented itself. Once the act was done he turned over his shoulder quickly, looking toward Jona as the policemen went to protect themselves, his anger rising at her action. He pushed off the ground and began to web around the cracks and make a catch net for any falling rubble. The people began to panic and Jona was lost to Peter's sights in the crowd.
Flashes began, leading Peter to shield his eyes before jumping and finding the angle that they were taking, catching a glimpse of Jona. He shot a line of web directly at the camera. "Ugh, tourist cameras. So cheap and worthless" he spoke to himself and tugged on the line to pull the object back to him using his super strength, moving a fist to smash it to pieces with a strong hook when it came back his way. "You'll have to join the unmasking line and wait your turn!" he moved next to shoot a web toward her, making an effort to bind her but not accounting for what movements she was capable of.
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Post by sevre on Sept 13, 2011 5:30:31 GMT 2
Alright, things had not turned out exactly the way Jona had originally intended. As the camera flew out of her hands, she stood there gazing at her now empty hands, before turning upwards to see the cheap piece of plastic, shatter upon contact with the arachnid themed hero's fist. Almost expecting what came next, Jona instinctively threw herself forward onto the ground as the thread of web shot above her, narrowly missing the length of her back.
Stumbling, her hands met the rocky earth bottom of the tunnel, her eyes darting wildly around for a means of exit. Glancing to her right, there were the officers, their guns readied in their hands,as they squeezed off shots, the ricocheting of the bullets so close, they echoed in her ears. On the other hand, there was the self proclaimed superhero who'd probably assist the police and she'll find herself in a cell for attempted murder. Her hands rose up covering her face, as she cursed her misfortune. She just had to try to make a profit by trying to reveal the hero's identity. Her eyes glanced at the cold ground through the gaps between her fingers as she tried to formulate a strategy to escape from both death and imprisonment, her cursing continuing under her breath. "Damn it,damn it, damn it, damn it....."
Punching the ground in frustration, she watched as her impact caused several more cracks to spread. She had a long shot, but there might be one way to evacuate. Punching the ground again, another fissure shot towards the officers, as she pulled herself to her feet, taking off at a sprint past the officers who were now trying to gain their footing after avoiding the large crack in the earth. Which meant one thing, salvation was hers...
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Post by peterparker on Sept 13, 2011 19:44:43 GMT 2
Web shot and a miss was the next tally down on Peter's odd bad luck and bad aim. He was slipping up, making amateur mistakes for unknown reasons. She ducked under just enough to completely evade it. He pushed off of the ceiling, letting the webs he laid earlier do their own work as he searched around for his opponent, leaning on his spider-sense to aid him as he kept his mind focused solely on one purpose: Stop. This. Person. He looked for any signs of her in the darkness, the train lights giving only the minimum of any luminance.
The sound of gun shots reached Peter's senses, the sound showing the closeness and his spider-sense telling him the trajectory, he listened as they began to pound at the target. Peter's heart skipped, sure, this girl didn't seem to have the best of intentions, but she doesn't deserve to be shot dead or anything. She needed help, from the scars that he saw on the train he knew she needed something, something an institution could do to help her. He made to land behind the police officers. "HEY! Stop firing blindly! I'll get her and you guys can bring her in, okay? Don't. Shoot." they looked at him bewildered. She was covering her face, Peter moving passed the policemen and approaching her, a look of sincerity behind him. "Have you decided to come quietly? We can get you help, we just need you to stop what you're doing, alright? You're not healthy"
The ground began to shake as she started punching it, the cracks beginning to spread, leading Peter to lose his footing and fall back to lean on the train as it wobbled. She started to make her escape, breaking though the policemen as Peter regained himself. The cracks were beginning as he swooped by the policemen, shooing a taunt and strong line of web to the safer other side and connecting it to the train. "I know we've had our differences in the past, guys, but this is your way out. I'll bring her topside. Cover all the exits from the subways and we'll get her." reluctantly they nodded and began to take the escape route. Peter shooting a line and swinging to pursue the girl that had a strong lead. He had to stop her, or talk to her, understand what she was doing if it was willingly or if she was controlled. He jumped straight to her being villainous, but there had to be some reason behind it.
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Post by sevre on Sept 19, 2011 21:11:27 GMT 2
Ignoring what the vigilante before her said, Jona Inhaled deeply, taking in an unseen energy force.In a brief instance, she was back on her feet,shooting past the officers like an agile cat, her eyes clouded over as she veered at them. A moment of time was all it took as the bullets swerved past her, the officers' guns shortly malfunctioning as their firearms began to smoke at the barrels.
Her hair flew wildly behind her as her eyes tried their best to adjust to the darkness of the tunnel, a dim luminescence against the walls alerting her to a possible exit to this subterranean labyrinth. Her eyes shot swiftly behind her at the carnage she had caused in her little game, yet she was a bit miffed. She had naught to show for trying to unmask the hero who had obviously been suffering from her so called "luck eating". It was what these lesser mutants called it, although they had no idea how disastrous it was, having very little power of their own. Sure, Jona's power was only a budding rose, but at it's peak, she would be near invincible.
The thought brought her lips upwards in a sadistic smirk, as she had nearly reached her goal, the station coming into view. A certain swishing noise from behind had caught her attention, as her head slowly turned to see the aerial silhouette of Spider-Man in the near darkness.
A small mew alerted her to yet another presence, as her gaze left the masked one, to look at the black cat at her feet, her smile now warm and friendly, as she kneeled down to embrace the small creature as it accepted Jona's feelings, making it's home in the confines of Jona's jacket.
"Just where have you been?"
A subsequent nyaa escaped from her coat, followed by a low purr. "Whatever..." Jona still had one obstacle, which she would need to subdue, so it was not a good time to question her only friend. Her eyes followed the man as he swung into view. Her mind ran wildly as she thought of various ways to take him out. The rumbling in the tunnel was still evident, which meant a crash was soon to happen.
Her eyes stopped on the pipes in the walls, her mind coming to a conclusion. Focusing the energy she had accumulated within her, her eyes became even more glazed, slowly turning darker as the pipes started to cave in, ripping and tearing through the bronze metal as though paper. The water rushing out was to Jona's satisfaction. Pushing her hands outwards,but insuring the safety of the kitten in her coat, she sent the water on either side of the pipes rushing out into a single wave of liquid. She proceeded to send the crashing wall of water at Spider Man with an increased velocity.
If there was one way to kill a spider, it was to flood it out of it's hole....
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