Ted Holloway (darthted) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-03 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, anthony fox, ted holloway |
Who: Ted Holloway (Darth Vader) and Chris Holloway (Two-Face; NPC), Anthony Fox (Captain America)
When: Sunday, October 3, 2010
Where: Brooklyn, New York
What: The Holloway boys capture a dangerous Resistance sympathizer.
Rating: PG-13ish for violence.
“Head in the game,” came a deep voice from somewhere behind Ted’s left shoulder. “You’ve been staring into space for ten minutes now.” There was an edge of impatience to the voice; neither Holloway waited particularly well, but Chris had a harder time of keeping a calm exterior. “Is he in there?”
Ted didn’t have to look back to gauge his twin’s emotional state; he could sense the anxious tension, the excitement, and the current of madness that ran beneath everything else. It was the same at the start of every job; Christopher Holloway was not a predictable young man by any stretch, but the rush of emotion was like clockwork. He was eager and, unlike his elder brother, he didn’t have much self-control. He wanted to go and he wanted to go now.
“Calm yourself,” Ted muttered, as cool and breezy as the autumn air around them. “He’s a superhuman. We need precision, not enthusiasm.”
The sound of metal striking metal rang out; Chris’s favorite double-headed coin hit against the ring on his finger as he caught the object in his hand. He was debating on whether or not to take his brother’s advice.
Good side up. Chris stayed in place, disappointed but obedient. Ted allowed himself a little twitch of a smile before he spoke. “He’s in there. He had a guest, but they just left.” Ted pushed off of the wall against which he’d been leaning and took a step around the dumpster that had given him cover. The fire escape that led to the apartment of Captain Anthony Fox, NYPD stretched up the wall above them.
“Stick to the plan,” Ted admonished. Then, silently, he reached up and used the Force to yank the escape ladder from its ‘stowed’ position a floor up. Once the last rungs were within reach, he hopped and grabbed on, pulling himself up in one fluid motion. He began to climb.
Ted glanced down only once, to ensure that Chris had followed instructions and gone around to the service entrance. This was to be a coordinated effort; two boys, one covering each exit. Ted, with his reincarnate’s abilities, would secure the quarry. Chris, with an arsenal of tranquilizers and restraints, would ensure that the target would not escape out the apartment's front door.
At the window, Ted could hear the sound of a television inside. Captain Fox’s apartment was small, a one-room loft that was probably the best the man could afford in such a nice neighborhood. He used the Force to turn the latch on the window, then made two moves at once: he yanked the hulking television set from its perch on a table and half-levitated, half-threw it at the man on the sofa. At the same time, he used the crash as cover and pulled the window open with his hands.
Anthony Fox dove off of the sofa, rolled expertly beneath the sailing object, and went for his gun. He looked up to aim and found a dark shape looming over him. Ted made a small motion with his left hand; the gun ripped itself from Fox’s grip and went sailing into a wall. Fox propelled himself, unarmed, at his assailant. The assailant gestured again and Tony went sailing back into the opposite wall as well.
Then Ted reached, almost carelessly, into the air. The lock to the front door turned and in came the other Holloway boy.
“I don’t know, Theo, are you making enough noise? His half-deaf eighty year old neighbor might not have heard you.” Chris reached into his satchel and pulled out a pair of restraints that looked fit to chain a bear. They took no chances with superhumans.
Ted reached out a palm, spread flat in the universal gesture for ‘stop.’ Fox tried to lunge again in spite of his spinning head, but found that he couldn’t move. He’d been pinned by some invisible telekinetic force. For good measure, Ted shoved him back one more time, knocking Fox’s head into the plaster.
“I sense only fear and worry from the neighbors; no immediate threats. They will call the police, and we will be gone before reinforcements come.”