| Sacrificial Purpose |
[11 Apr 2009|05:17am] |
( Rated adult for horrific content: )
[OOC: Written by E, with thanks to Stargazer for deciding the words of a previous character.]
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| Chicago Underground: Super-isms |
[11 Apr 2009|01:04pm] |
From Pixie Strumpet
Thread: Open to All
Okay, super-folks. I think that some of us have super-isms, or at least are super-groupies. So here's my question. Without spilling all your personal beans right here on the forum, what super-isms do you wish you had? Feel free to reference pop culture and actual super-happenings you've witnessed.
I'll go first.
My super-envy is for people (and characters!) who are extra strong w/ kung-fu skills. I would settle for just one giant, meaty fist of doom.
What about you?
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| Awkward Smoothies |
[11 Apr 2009|06:43pm] |
[Takes place before this]
The selections for the smoothie shop Connor had discovered were written in hot pink Magic Marker on a white bulletin board high up on the wall behind the counter. There were four blenders lined up an a narrower expanse of wood, awaiting use as orders were taken by two college-aged girls in black aprons.The Destroyer finally decided on the peanut butter with an extra protein blast, then waited while the large cup was filled with the icy concoction. He had a paper tucked under his left arm, having decided to get proactive about the job search thing sooner rather than later, and once he'd gotten his order he took the cup to a table in the back and unfolded the newspaper to the classifieds section. If all else failed, he could always go back to construction, but it was better to check out other options too.
The door was open because the day was warm outside, and the breeze smelled slightly of exhaust as Connor absently took a ballpoint pen from his pocket and uncapped it. Chicago seemed to not lack for chances of employment. He was young and able-bodied, not to mention a fast learner. He'd find something.
Since coming to the small smoothie shop with Connor, Jessica had discovered a love for the ice-drinks, even if they did give her brain freeze each and every time she drank them. She wandered into the shop and gave the server a smile. Today was a good day.
( Unexpected meetings )
( A Brief Catch Up )
( Discomfort )
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| You're A Monster, I'm A Monster |
[11 Apr 2009|09:30pm] |
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Kris was stubborn and she absolutely refused to stand idly by whilst the neighbourhood tried to walk all over her for reasons she couldn't even begin to fathom. Nobody had enough balls to tell her to her face what she'd done wrong so clearly she had to find out for herself. Which she had done by crashing some sort of goodbye dinner for a guy who worked in the grocery store. If they wouldn't come to her then she would go to them.
She knew it wasn't the most tactful approach, but screw tactful, she wanted answers.
"So," she began as she regarded the crowd of faces in front of her. "Is nobody going to tell me why I'm being victimised in my own neighbourhood?" She tapped her fingers against her biceps and stepped closer, finding each and every face on purpose and looking at them intently. "Come on, you know something, I know you do. I want to know what I did that was so wrong that you took it upon yourselves to turn on me?"
Kris made sure to keep her back to the door so if for any reason this turned ugly she could get out and away, but she wasn't leaving without answers.
( Torches And Pitchforks )
( Secrets )
[NPC Mob was written by Willow]
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