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Tweak says, "I quiver with... FEAR."

Luke Lawliet (thousandcases) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-14 02:36:00

Current music:	Tom Petty- "It's Good To Be King"
Entry tags:	clark kent

It's Good To Be King, If Just For Awhile [Finished]
Who: L Lawliet and Clark Kent
What: The event changes have not been kind to L. The socially awkward genius has become an abrasive, sadistic flipside of his normal self, a high-profile Mafia boss instead of a reclusive detective. He's hiding, trolling the Network, and demanding answers for questions he's not quite sure how to pose while he claims to have young hostages and a gun. In fact, he only has a gun... and a building wired with explosives that can level it in seconds.
Where: The upstairs of an old factory in town.
When: This evening, late.
Warnings: Please! If you decide to sic your character on L, keep in mind that he's not himself; he has a gun, explosives, and a lot of active aggression. Most of the characters in this game could take him on easily in a hand-to-hand fight, and I don't mind if someone sees how pathetic he looks in person and still thinks he needs to get his ass kicked. However, could you please contact me on AIM so we can work out the bare-bones structure of the damage our characters will take from each other so no one feels butthurt, whether it's a lot or none? My sn is tinmaiden.

It was dark, drafty, and cold in the upstairs wing of the old factory. There was a heavy, industrial, dangerous smell, something like burning metal. Wires had been cut, fuel had been poured, timers had been set. L was good with his hands and better with his brain. He didn't want to be taken alive, and he didn't want to go out with a whimper. This guaranteed a good-sized "bang" if he so desired it.

There were no children. L had decided that it would be more trouble than it was worth to take hostages, and that simply saying he had them and describing what he'd do to them was likely to get the same result. People got worried. People got desperate, people got in the mood to spill things. And right now, the paranoid, destructive, dark-minded young man wasn't willing to risk anything he didn't have to.

He listened for anything out of the ordinary, sounds that weren't the sleeping factory's nighttime stirrings. He was a good shot, and it was likely that even in the dark, he could at least wound an intruder.

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boy_scout
2009-07-14 01:18 pm UTC (link)

Kal was a bit busy flying over the city. He was all dressed up and nowhere to go. Well.. that last part was a lie. He did have someplace to be. He was trying to find a good strip club. Were he not wearing that red-gemmed ring on his finger, that'd be his last choice. Nor would he be wearing black clothes, complete with leather jacket. However, something halted his search. He could smell something like burnt metal, drafty scents as well. His senses were definitely more acute than a human. Then again, Kal-El, once known as Clark, was not a human. Even though he looked like one of them.

Curiosity soon won out, and offended him too. He hated the smell of this place. So, a whoosh of air and a microsecond later, and he was standing in the central room of the factory, up on the second floor. It was then that he saw another young man there. It wasn't quite an imposing figure. Certainly didn't appear to be any threat like he had dealt with before. Kinda looked pathetic, actually. He just smirked and said casually, "You know, this is just a guess. Could be wrong. But I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you don't work here. You don't, do you?"

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thousandcases
2009-07-15 04:07 am UTC (link)

L started and turned to face the man when he heard the soft landing behind him. He chided himself for thinking of it as a "landing"; obviously, men couldn't fly. That was absurd. Of course there was a logical explanation. Visually, he took an inventory. The man was young, about his own age, and dressed all in black. L's eyes glossed over the leather jacket, not mentioning the fact that he seldom took people wearing them seriously, but glanced appraisingly at the deep red stone on the man's finger. Was it valuable? It looked too bright to be a garnet...

L himself contrasted sharply with Kal. Instead of being "dressed up with nowhere to go," he wasn't dressed up at all, and was indeed pathetic looking. His white shirt was stained with grease from a very messy-looking project. He looked malnourished and there was something feral in his glinting black eyes. "Presumptuous, you know. I've been working here awhile, now, actually."