Baker sighed, looking at Carolina, wondering if she'd mind that he called he Carol, giving a small, sweet smile.
"Oh, c'mon, you're making... judgments. You're too classy for that."
His head tilted, and his smile grew, until he gave a small chuckle. Johnny's offer intrigued him. Joy, more places he was totally out of place in. But that meant more girls if Johnny's deliciousness was to continue, which meant better chances. Though Carol was the big target.
"Whatever, man," he muttered.
Anna rolled her eyes, absently moving her pawn forward again.
"Samson, you're not alone in that. We all were used, in one way or another. Again, Zophia is as mercurial as... Well, mercury. However, I'm fairly sure that she'll feel as if it will be impossible to make up for the hell we've had to go through for her. I say, next time, we let her rot. Her, and the rest of those miserable idiots she calls her friends and family."
She was in full rant mode, now. This was good material.
"You have no reason to be sitting here feeling sorry for yourself because that SPORE- and you knew that she got around, too, I was rather surprised that you didn't break up earlier, but I digress. You have no reason to mope. There are plenty in town who are going through worse. Johnny and Harley, especially. They saw..."
Her head ticked, a sign that what she was to say next would most likely result in a minute of silence.
"they saw Agent die."
"These feelings of futility will hopefully pass. The brain, like any organ, regenerates and heals. But also like any organ, it never leaves without a scar."
"I SAID SHUT UP, ARKADY! MAY, hurry up, follow them! Vamanos!"
She tapped on the steering wheel for good measure.
Carol couldn't help but giggle. This kid was so freaking desperate it was almost funny. Maybe I should play with him a little the thought. Na, he'd move too fast and I wouldn't be able to get out.
an alley in the Spiersladt Industrial area
"Get off of me!" the cry of a terrified teenage girl pierced the air.
"Shut the hell up, b*tch!" A man in a black hooded sweatshirt and a ski mask punched the girl in the face and pinned her up against a wall, a 9mm. handgun pointed at her face. the girl screamed, and tears rolled down her face. She had just moved to Spiersladt when her father got a job there at a club. She had been out partying with her friends, and decided to walk home. Her friends had warned her not to walk through the alleys alone, but she hadn't listened.
and now she was paying for it.
The man in the ski mask punched the girl in the stomach, sending her falling to the ground, gasping for air.
"Good girl. now stand s-" his words were drowned out by the blast of a hunting rifle from the rooftop of a two-story brick building. An incendiary bullet flew right past the rapist's head, hitting the building behind him and shattering a brick. The Watcher never missed, unless he was trying to. The vigilante knew these types of thugs; they were sick, cowardly perverts that weren't worth killing. This thug was apparently different, though, as when the bullet flew past his face, he rose his pistol and shot at The Watcher.
Bad idea, buddy
The Watcher jumped down from the building he was on, dodging another bullet and landing next to the girl with a loud 'thud'. he would feel that later when his adrenaline wasn't pumping as hard. The thug dropped his gun and pulled out a switchblade.
"Let's get it on, yo!" he yelled at The Watcher.
"Last chance, kid. Leave before I have to kick your @ss".
"You have gotta be f*cking kidding me, yo! Yo just some old cowboy geezer with a gun! Yo don't wanna know what I can do yo!"
The Watcher pounced. He flew through the air, knocking the thug's knife away and punching him in the face. The thug rolled with the punch and brought the knife down upon The Watcher. This kid knew what he was doing. But The Watcher knew better. The old cowboy grabbed the thug's arm and pulled down, sending the thug flying into the brick wall. He then went for his holster, drawing a pearl-handled .44 Magnum. Three gunshots rang though the night, and the rapist was no more.
The Watcher walked over to the poor girl, handing her the thug's gun.
"Go home, ma'am. You're safe now. Take this in case you get attacked again. The streets of Spiersladt aren't exactly the best place to be at night". The girl looked up from her fetal position n the ground, begrudgingly taking the gun and putting it in her purse.
"Th-thank you". She said, still shaking. If The Watcher didn't do something, this girl was going to go into shock. He climbed up to the top of the two story brick building via a ladder and popped a white flare. He climbed back down and walked back over to the girl, who was trying to get up but failing.
"The police will be here in a moment, ma'am. if they ask who helped you, just the The Watcher".
"O-ok....I will. Thank you" The woman hugged her hero, a gesture that The Watcher normally didn't receive. He returned the hug, and climbed back up the ladder, onto the rooftops. He had to ge tback to his lair and find the shipping address on the packing label he got from the shipping crate.
Jerry smiled. The apprehension of his admittedly forced compatriots was palpable, and thus they were easily led like sheep with a bell. His smile grew wider as he waved to the MBD.
"Allow me. Don't move."
He seemed to slink into the shadows, and a collective sigh of relief was had.
"Boss, what do we do?"
"We leave. Now."
The enquiring thug was soon penetrated from the head down, and the MBD saw that leaving was not a terrific idea.
"Be good, boys, I'll be back."
A jump up to the rooftops. A quick survey of the surrounding area. A breath in, then out, oh, how wondrous it was to be alive and immensely powerful! A sort of barbaric purr grew in Jerry's chest, as if he was a cat, no, a giant tiger that had just been given belly rubs. Now to kill again.
He saw the cowboy. No doubt the shooter from earlier. With a chuckle, Jerry seemed to evaporate, the cloud of greenish gas floating towards this new quarry.
The car ride seemed uneventful enough. Baker leaned his head back, not really caring a whole lot, the weed's effect starting to wear off a bit. This was his favorite part, where he was still kinda high, but had at least decent comprehension. His eyes closed as the lull in conversation seemed a lullaby to him, his head gently moving to either side, and his arms spread over the girls.
The hands stayed on the seats, at least for now. He couldn't be too hasty.
While answering Baker with something like 'When we get here' would have been fun to tell that stoner SPORE bag, eh, that inner aggression that Johnny would be displaying is fading. Even though he never thanked him for getting his SPORE kicked and losing his friend to save him.
Though it's unlikely that his aggression would be kept deep inside for long. While his new 'nice guy' attitude would be ruined to Kristin, and likely to Niza and Carol, though the latter would likely not give a single damn if Johnny hit Baker. Though, to help his 'nice guy' attitude he would probably do more good just kicking him off his ride. He shrugged and said to Baker trying to keep his inner SPORE hole from talking "Well, I don't know. Maybe... nevermind yeah I don't know."
Then he focused on driving.
What does this b*tch think she is. Samson thought to himself trying his best not to 'express' how angry he's getting about Anna. He was holding his queen in the air completely still, not even taking his turn (or if it was even his turn). Then his queen got a whole lot lighter and he heard a light tap. He looked down and saw that his right hand was on fire and his glove was incinerated, he rolled his eyes up into his head and muttered to himself "... Good loooove when that happens."
For a moment he realized something; Zophia, she's the reason why he's so agitated he just blaming himself. Every word Anna said was right (sort of). She was a slut, an idiot, and pretty much the only reason why she was with him during that whole ordeal was his abilities. She needed a destroyer on her team, and hell, she got a destroyer. Though he thought that he wouldn't of even did it if she didn't get the team.
Hell, he only went along to improve their chances and half the people were the epitome of selflessness or stupidity. Most of them (save Harley and Zophia) didn't even know how much of a scumbag Baker is and they fought for him and Agent died for them. They all lost more than they gained.
He put his hand (open palm) on the burning chess piece and absorbed the heat was absorbed. Still looking down at the piece he said to Anna "Look, ugh... Well, you're right. She ain't my problem anymore and hell if she even comes back to me I'm gonna' say no. Her and her stoner brother ain't just worth the time." He then shrugged and continued looking at the burn mark on the chess board.
The smell of burning plastic. Seems she had pushed a button to make him angry. Samson was like that- So trusting and nice that he could be easily tweaked for information, although his current predicament was a bit more interesting then the average teeny drama. Aha, now he saw the light. Anna suppressed another smile, then let out a small exhalation which could have been a laugh.
"Good call, Sammy."
Her lips contracted, and she blinked a few times. She let a smirk escape her lips. Something was going on with the mental facilities.
"You did lose your queen there, I'm afraid. Bad move. Do you want to borrow mine, or will we count that as a loss?"
Another smile. She put her hands out in a dismissive gesture, regaining control.
"What the..." the Watcher watched as some sort of green cloud floated towards him. His hand slowly began t creep towards his holster, in which was his .44 Magnum, although he knew that it probably would be ineffective against the cloud.
"Who goes there?" he yelled at the cloud. When you've been around as long as he had, you learn that when something is strange, it's usually because it's trying to kill you.
May's car-well, perhaps that was a poor choice of word. May moved forward, surprisingly quiet for an older car, keeping a good distance from Johnny's pimp-mobile but close enough to keep Sophia and Arkie from freaking out. Last thing she wanted was for Sophie to go all cray-cray and slash up the inside of her car or something. That would suck. The Plymouth was her body, right, and you didn't want people to come slash up your body. That would just suck. Plus she didn't want Soph to start screaming and raging inside her car again. That would just su-OH THEY'RE GETTING AWAY.
May swerved into another lane, prompting an angry horn-honking from the car behind them. She huffed, pulling forward to give them some space. Try and rear-end me and I will WRECK you.
Soooo. Tell me about yourselves. I know you two aren't together, according to Arkie, but you two have to be like, friends or something. Or maybe you were just wandering down the streets, found my car, and were like, whoa, we should get in. You guys school friends or something? It feels so weird not being in school. It's been soooo long. I almost feel guilty, you know, like I'm cutting class. Then I remember I can't go. Not that I'd really want to. I remember being good in drama but that was about it. Drama and Film! What up! Thankfully I was chick. They always say the guys in there are...ya know...
The radio station rapidly flickered to the Village People's "YMCA" for a few seconds before going back to some classical music.
Yeah. So what do we do when these guys stop? We gonna rough them up? Give them the old one-two? I bet we could take them. I mean...I'm a car. Also if you guys were chill with it I could leave the car and inhabit one of you, and then we'd be like two people fighting at once. You could like....punch through walls. Or something. I dunno. I never tried.
Riley groaned; perhaps he was still awake, perhaps he'd already passed into the throes of unconsciousness. Either way, it was more a moan of relief than one of agony. Resting his head down on the couch didn't slow down the spinning, but it was a hell of a lot easier trying to lie still than walk in a straight line. He'd never admit it, but he wouldn't have made it home without...Dan? Donnie? Daniel...Danny. And the other girl. The one that didn't like him. Harley. We should meet up sometime for coffee...maybe when I wake up. I have a feeling I'll need a bit of caffeine to get me going in the morning. He'd never admit to anyone, but coming home to an empty house at night was terribly depressing. The shadows on the walls were long and dark, and the family photos of Eliot (he left them up, on the off chance Eliot returned) and his parents and dog were even more sobering. Riley wasn't one to admit to his own emotional angst, but he'd kill to have someone or something to pass the time with. Perhaps I should invest in a dog. Am I even conscious? I don't feel lucid.
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"Yeah yeah you win, now you can leave or whatever."
Samson said to Anna, doing a sarcastic wave goodbye while keeping his attention intently on the chessboard. He really needs to get to the bottom of this 'anger and lost control of powers' thing before it gets out of hand. Losing control of fire powers isn't the best thing when you're indoors.
He was just lucky it didn't go too far from incinerating his glove. He hoped that Anna could shape shift fast enough, or that he's truly fireproof. Either way, Anna should go away unless she wants to do something.
The ride, -if quiet- would be boring without any of the 'Johnny-Flare'.
And that he wanted to learn a bit about the ladies, it's like that lame pick up line his grandfather used, what was it? Everyone has a story, what's yours?, if he uses it he definitely will add his Johnny mix. He did a fake cough and said to the girls while keeping his attention on the road
"Well, girls. Niza. Carol. Kristin, I never caught yours soooo. Everyone has a story. What's yours?" SPORE he thought to himself. He figured he'd add a bit more to it, especially he thought of screwing over Baker, "Well, I don't have too much to go into other than my... skill sets I developed over the years but if you want to hear mine. You first. And Baker doesn't have-" He cut himself off figuring he wasn't going being nice.
You can't spell nice, without ice. So he adjusted the mirrors a bit and continued to focus on the road hoping for the girls to tell him about their stories.
Kristen looked down, thinking hard. "I don't think there's much of a back story. I used to live in California, surfed, moved here, tried out track, discovered my power, and that's about it." She decided to leave out the night at the rave Zophia had planned, how she had reacted to it. How it seemed like forever ago and seeing Baker dissected seemed like nothing, now. There was also the part that she might not be able to join sports because of people knowing her power, so they might call that cheating. Basically, Kristen decided to keep the complaining and negativity she was thinking out of the conversation.
Niza shrugged. "I don't really have that much of a story. Unless you consider nothing interesting," she smirked. She was still refusing to reveal her power. She wasn't willing to give it up for these people she barely knew.
The slenderman just wants to invite you over for tea- don't run, just go with your alien ninja frog buddy on the tardis and go to slendy's new club
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"Well, my dad's a multimillionaire, as you have seen. I moved here a few months ago. My dad bought a penthouse near the club. Before that..." her voice trailed off. What was she doing, telling these people her entire life. She'd known them for, what, an hour? two hours? But, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to tell them. "Before that, I kind of bounced around the country, going to different boarding schools and such".
The Watcher was getting very concerned now. This cloud was getting too close for comfort. He grabbed his sniper rifle and aimed it at the thing.
"One more step and you'll find out how you react to bullets!"
Baker hated backstory time. Everything that happened to him was his fault, and it would be harder to get poontang when you have to say that. Still, it was backstory from the ladies, not from him. Could help out a little bit.
He had Carol figured for a kid with her hand in her daddy's pocket. Maybe he could stick his hand in there a little, too. They wouldn't miss a few ten thousand dollars, and his life would be back to normal. No more getting chased by some crazy black guy and his thugs.
Boarding school kid, too. So this probably translated to "social klutz". Perfect rap- Err, what word was he looking for to describe it? Seduction. Seduction material.
"What does your dad do?"
Ah, threatening a cloud. Jerry would have smirked even wider had he not had been in vaporized form at the time. He solidified, returning to the lab-coated form he was used to, smiling profusely.
"Oh, what do we have here? Hello there, John Wayne."
He put his arms out to his sides, in a gesture of welcome.
"And welcome to my city. Well, I haven't secured it just yet, but all in due time. I have to eliminate all of those brainless kids, first."
"Considering the trauma you may be going through at the moment, I suppose you require a friend, or at the very least something close to that. If there's something else you'd like to do with me, that's alright, but if you really want me to go, I'll be more then happy to."
She put out a hand for a shake, then realized that it was most likely quite hot, and thus retracted it.
"You make a boring game of chess, but a good psychology paper. The superpowered boy."
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"My papi owns nightclubs all over the Americans (meaning North and South). Javier's is his crown jewel, I guess". Carolina sort of shrank down in her seat when she said this. Her father seemed to be so obsessed with money lately that he seemed to forget about her. She thought that she was her papi's jewel, not some dusty old club.
The Watcher still pointed his rifle at the man, although he knew that it wouldn't do jack squat to shoot him. He didn't know what this mutant could do, but it didn't seem hostile at this point, just defensive.
"The name's The Watcher". the cowboy vigilante said. "Exactly what do you mean by your city?" The Watcher didn't want to sound too hostile, but in his mind, this was his city, and he knew that most fools in lab coats ended up being evil scientists with some plan to take over the world.
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Now with a quick hard right Johnny and the gang were at the -To be named- Casino/Jazz Club. They pulled into the crowded (and large) parking lot. First thing he did was put the Hummer in a nice parking spot close to the glass front door as possible. There were two bouncers at the door and each of them were standing side from it. Hopefully they'll let kids in.
Johnny turned the keys to his hummer and it was off. He threw the keys inside of one of the hidden interior pockets of his trench coat. Just in case somebody tries to pick pocket him they won't get his keys. "Well, here we are. Lock the door behind you." he said with a smile.
He quickly opens the door closet to him and jumps out. Everyone else starts to get out of the car as well and Johnny with his cane clenched tightly in his hand he starts to lead the group to the front door. Everything was going smoothly, normally his douche-ness would scare off the ladies but not tonight. He got three of them... and Baker. Honestly if another girl was available Johnny would choose the girl and not him.
But hell without Samson he needed a wing man and while Baker might not be the most reliable dude ever, Samson wasn't around and sometimes it was best to pick the second option than go with nothing. Right?
At the front door one of the bouncers halted the group real fast, stepping in front of the doors keeping them from getting in saying with a intimidating voice "You kids going to the jazz club? Alright, don't go into the casino or I'll throw ya'll out." Johnny nodded and the bouncers stepped out of the way.
First thing he did was quickly throw open the doors and grabbed a pamphlet from a small table on next to the door, then he observed his surroundings.
The Jazz club (though not a true Jazz Club) is massive for it's size in fact it's about the size of the average Spielerstadt Casino. Mainly because it's part Jazz Club, part Casino. A good 60% of it is casino, the rest of it is either the actual Jazz Club or the restaurant. This place was expensive AND classy.
Inside the actual Jazz Club it was set up a bit like a concert, a massive wooden stage made out of what appears to be oak wood. The stage was roundish half circle curve shape, surrounded by what appears to be 50 chairs and tables, each table had candles, forks/spoons/knives, napkins and other fancy crap. Most of the tables were deserted save for a few families and couples, due to the popularity of the Casino (which was separated by a large black door) most people ignore the Jazz Club in general. Surrounding the tables and the stage was a elevated platform made out of a dark brown wood, there was a small dusty crawl space from under the platform which wires from both the casino and the Jazz Club was ran under.
On the ceiling there were eight massive spot lights, they weren't active but they probably were for the band when they start to play. Otherwise the hanging lamps gave everyone light.
This platform was the first thing you step on when you enter the club with stairs every ten or so feet down to the tables. Right next to the very door of the club was a bar, with a bartender (use your imagination) and a giant library shelf-like thing behind him with all kinds of alcoholic beverages. Like hell he'll get any.
He looked at the pamphlet while walking towards the tables. He said to the group saying "Yo yo. Their next performance starts in twenty minutes. So yeah pick a table. There's a lot to choose from you know"
((JAZZ CLUB TIEM! Have fun))
Samson was getting his hopes higher and higher because of what Anna said until she said something about making a paper about him. He wasn't sure he wanted to be the subject of a book, he sarcastically said to himself while looking away "Yeah, write a novel about it..." Then he figured that she wouldn't make the best friend, but he didn't have too many other options.
He looked away towards the window, and said "Yeah, we can do something else. I think it's clearing up outside" awaiting an answer and trying to think of something to do.