New52 Young Justice IC

[The Kid Lantern]

Washington DC, the capitol of the United States. At a time where it seems more and more metahumans and alien species are popping up on Earth. After several young heroes cross paths Hawk and Dove get the wrong impression when one of the teens mistakes the duo for criminals. After a brief misunderstanding and a few bruises later the new heroes disappear as if they'd done so a thousand times. But when Dove goes missing the rookie heroes step in to calm the enraged Hawk and find out who's behind the abduction.

Recruiting is closed!

Young Justice OOC

Rules:

1.) No back-to-back posting.

2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!!

3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.

4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!

5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.

8.) Players can use the enemies in their posts as well, just keep the posting/stat limits in mind. I will post as the enemies as well to keep the game interesting and to make sure no battle is one sided....

9.) My word is law.


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It was an early Friday morning. The President was out of the United States for diplomatic reasons, at least that's what was on the televisions. The young man called Marcus was just getting off of work around ten having been at the shop since five earlier that morning. If only the teen knew that before the life he knows now he was born on an alien world where everyone shared his ability to split themselves into three individual beings.

It was roughly noon now, however crime pulls more than forty hours a week. Marcus was almost back at his apartment when he wittnessed a group of individuals strong arming a woman into an alley. Thankfully Marcus was wearing his costume and quickly changed, leaving his clothes in a backpack in another alley. Approaching the men Trinity asked...

"What are we up to here boys?" Trinity questioned.

"Whatever we want hero, there's just one of you and three of us!" said one of the muggers shoving the woman to the ground.

"Oh, really?" Trinity replied with a smirk splitting into three people.

The teen hero quickly took down the muggers and instructed the woman to call the police. Trinity trapped the perps in a dumpster he crushed in a way they couldn't get out any time soon.

~KL~

[Metronome]

The Friday afternoon found Jabiko up to his usual trade: drawing. One could say that art was his only true talent outside of breaking things. He had managed to channel his gift into a job. He was the single author of an independent comic book series called "Talga". The comic depicted many of the adventures of four Talgans and their lives on the violent planet. It was hard to get a publisher at first, being a purple alien and all, but now his comic did pretty well in stores. Jabiko made enough from it to live off of, at least.

His one bedroom room apartment could be considered shitty by most, but Jabiko thought it was great. It was a lot better than what he had lived in on his homeworld. Zinzie was in the kitchen, making them both lunch. Jabiko was lucky to have a grub that could cook, because he certainly couldn't. Just as he put the finishing touches on his latest book, a chorus of chatters could be heard from the kitchen area.
"I'm coming," Jabiko called back, getting up and going to see what he was having today. Zinzie proudly sat by a pot of chili. "Looks good, Zin," Jab said, petting his grub on the head. At this, Zinzie chirped happily.

A few minutes later, the two were sitting on the couch, watching re-runs of cop shows. A few of them had glimpses of other heroes in them. "I wonder what those guys are up to," Jabiko said before slurping down the last of his chili. "You sure don't see them around a whole lot." Of course, it never really occurred to the alien that they had secret identities.

[natty]

That Friday afternoon, Jeramey found himself looking out over the National Mall, from the steps leading up to the Lincoln Memorial. Around him, families and tourists drifted about, paying little to no attention to the lone man in the trench-coat and lowered fedora. He had only been in Washington for a few days, so this was quite fascinating for him. Jeramey smiled to himself, before turning away from the Washington Monument and approaching the Lincoln Memorial. Taking out his camera, he snapped a few shots at the statue towering over him. The thing was huge!

As a hurried looking tourist rushed past, Jeramey was pushed forward, his fedora falling to the floor. A green bug face stared around frantically. Rushing forward, he grabbed his hat with his small nimble arms and perched it onto is head. He was started to think no one had noticed before he turned around to find a small child staring at him in horror. Shit.

"Hey there kiddie!" Jeramey smiled in a friendly manor. "Mind ignoring what you just saw?"

The seven year old screamed at the top of his lungs. Everyone around turned to look, particularly a burly looking man who appeared to be the boy's father. Assuming that Jeramey was trying to kidnap his son, the burly man shouted a death threat to Jeramey, before lunging forward. Sliding backwards to avoid the man's fist, Jeramey tripped and fell to his knees. His trench-coat did the same and dropped to the floor. Around him, people gasped, screaming and shouted amuse. Just great! Another peaceful day ruined.

"Nice going, you twat" The Cantebury Cricket said quietly to the child. "I was enjoying my day!"

With that, Jeramey turned and leaped into the air, his wings spreading out as he did so. Moving quickly, he soared over the heads of the crowd and into the city skyline.

[TheAcmeEmployee]

The National Harbor, Washington DC. The sun was beginning to set as civilians went about their business, shopping, dining, or just enjoying dabbling their feet in the water. Friday afternoon, and the Harbor was a popular destination for those who wanted to unwind after a long week. The same could be said for Leo Hardy, who was returning to land for the evening. The young hero had been out at sea, having rescued the passengers of a broken-down sightseeing boat earlier that day. Leo much preferred the ocean, but the surface did have it's attractions. Good food being one of them. As he swam towards the harbor, he kicked himself out of the water, landing on the edge of the dock. Wearing his usual attire of blue Atlantean scale pants that he wore with great pride, the bare-chested teen attracted the attention of many of the bystanders. Dripping wet with salt water, he made his way to the burger joint he had grown so fond of over the past few months. Most of the customers would stare when he wasn't looking, but the chef greeted Leo with a familiar wave. As he took his regular seat in the booth by the window, overlooking the water, the young waitress brought over his meal. The silence in the restaurant soon became an awkward one, as the child from the next booth over stood up on his seat, staring blatantly at Leo.

After a pause, the child spoke. "Is Aquaman your daddy?" he asked.

"No." Leo said shortly between mouthfuls of burger.

"Can you talk to fish too?" the child continued.

"Nope." Leo said, obviously in no mood for this interview. Every time, the same patronizing questions. Needless to say, it was getting old.

"Then what can you do?" the little boy said confusedly, innocently mocking the teen.

"Charlie!" the boy's mother whispered, tugging his shirt so he would sit back down.

"But mom!" the child protested. "Aquaman talks to fish... and this guy can't even talk to fish!"

The restaurant was again struck with silence, as the other customers hung on for the teen's delayed answer. Leo was completely silent, not once looking up from his now empty plate. He could feel the increasing redness of his cheeks as the crowd of eyes stared at him like some sort of freakshow. He glanced up momentarily, seeing the cute waitress staring at him along with the others. Getting up from his seat, Leo headed silently out the door, giving a farewell nod to the chef. The gawking customers inside watched out the window as the young hero headed back towards the dock, diving back into the ocean. Leo knew he didn't fit in on the surface world anymore, and not being a full-blooded Atlantean either, he felt like neither of the two worlds would accept him. He swam off in search of something to do, anything to stop himself being alone with his thoughts.

[Gisk]

Zoos smell, as it turns out. It's something you don't really take account of when watching programs on the discovery channel, or youtube videos. It makes sense, animals smell, and some of them produce a lot of waste. But you don't think about that until you're leaning over the thick wire railing of the Elephant enclosure and you realize that you've never smelled anything quite that bad. Does it smell this bad in the wild? Probably not, Erin Summers reasoned. Because most animals don't naturally coop themselves up like this.
She jumped down from the rail before someone yelled at her and walked briskly by, glancing back occasionally. The zoo wasn't as interesting as she'd expected, having seen so many nature shows before. Rare or not, pandas were pretty boring in real life. She decided to take the metro down to the Mall, and catch some of the museums.

Her parents, as ever, were less than keen for her to take a trip on her own, but after a whole life of dependency there was no power on this earth that could keep her from exercising her new ability to walk. She didn't need them to get around anymore, and she preferred that they not escort her everywhere either. Despite the many empty seats, she stood on the train, often trying to balance without holding onto one of the poles. She only fell over twice.
Her stop came, it was an underground one(many of them were here) and she headed for the stairs. At the ticket barrier, she reached into her pocket, but came out empty.
"Someone has stolen my wallet," she realized aloud, quite stunned. This was absolutely outside of her experience, and in a moment of shock and uncertainty, she jumped the ticket barrier. Someone yelled after her, and she panicked and ran. No security guard could keep up with Erin's mechanical legs, and she was up the stairs in seconds and out in sunlight. Some people stared after her, but most people have a propensity for minding their own business, and nobody helped stop her. By the time the security guard had made it up the stairs, she was already halfway down the Mall, heading toward the Washington Monument, which towered above everything in sight.

[Hillan]

Running across the rooftops off Washington DC. He leaped over the gap between the two roofs, landing on the second roof, he rolled onto the hard roof, to damp his fall. He quickly took up sprinting again. He was chasing a cut-throat pickpocket. He had stolen valuables from a man down the street, when Bilal saw him. Bilal always kept his mask with him, so he put it on, and took to chase off the thief. Of course, Bilal knew off this man since previously, five murders, and stolen things worth a smaller fortune.
He was a truly bad man. Bilal knew this. He leaped off the next rooftop, onto the ledge, grabbing the last step of the ledge, as he climbed it up, he could see his target.

A man named Max Reed, well, at least that was the alias he was using. Skilled free runner, obviously, and skilled with small-knives. Bilal lunged himself over the rooftop, and leaped onto the roof that Max was running on. " STOP!" Bilal shouted, as Max turned around, now realizing that he was actually being pursued. Bilal was about 6 meters behind him, as Max picked up his pace. So did Bilal. He continued to chase him for another 5 minutes ,before he finally caught up to him. Both of them panting, Bilal behind his hardened glass-mask. "You're done for." Bilal told the man, whom smiled.

" Don't think so." He said, as he charged Bilal, aiming to give him a regular punch it would seem, only that once his arm got close to Bilal, bilal saw he was holding a switchblade between his fingers. Bilal side-stepped and kicked him in the side, making him stagger, before delivering another kick to his chest area, knocking him to the ground. Max was aiming to get himself up from the ground, but Bilal wouldn't let him.

He delivered one kick to his ribs, as Max was knocked off the 3 meter high roof, and landed down in the alley, where he crawled up to his feet. Only for Bilal to jump in front off him, the blade came out towards Bilal, but he kicked Max's hand away. It was mostly just the element of surprise that gaved Bilal the upperhand in this battle, and he had to keep it onesided, he couldn't really handle getting stabbed, after all.

He delivered another kick to Max's chest area, to knock him down, as he kneel'd before him and punch him in the face, knocking him out.

He took off his mask, as he walked out of the alley, and got out his phone, to call the police.

[Metronome]

Jabiko watched the news for a little while, then turned it off and stood up. "I'm gonna head down to the store and get some more milk," He said, grabbing his wallet and stuffing it in his pocket. Zinzie squeaked as he got off the couch and followed him. The grub raised up on his back legs and stretched his tiny forearms out towards his father.
"You wanna come too, huh?" Jab chuckled. He bent over and picked the round, squishy grub up. "I guess some fresh air couldn't hurt." Zinzie didn't get to leave the apartment often. The last thing Jabiko needed was his son to be mistaken for a giant bug and getting smashed. The purple alien set the grub on his shoulders, where Zin curled around his neck like a fat little scarf. Jabiko headed out the door and took off.

It never occurred to him to try and hide the fact that he was an alien. He honestly didn't know how. He certainly didn't have the kind of technology to hide his appearance, and he couldn't just walk around in a giant trench coat all the time. That would be silly. His eyes scanned over the city below him as he flew towards the Quick Mart on the corner of the block. His red eyes happened to land on two people struggling in an alleyway. One of the men effectively knocked the other out, then walked off to remove his mask and make a phone call. Well... that was certainly sketchy. Jabiko landed on a nearby roof and took Zinzie off of his shoulders. "I'm going to go check something out. Stay here." He set the grub down and patted him on the head. Jabiko then turned and leaped off the roof. He fell until he was about three feet from the ground, where he caught himself and landed softly beside the formerly masked man.

"Hey," He said with a polite smile. "So...beat anyone up, lately?"

[Hillan]

Bilal had finished the conversation with the cops, as he put his mask into the back off his pocket. He heard a voice, coming beside him. the street was crowded, wasn't really much he could do but come up with a respond, should he make a break for it, and outrun this follower, he wouldn't get very far very fast, because of the crowd. He ignored the person for a few seconds, before he turned around. " Me, beating someone up? Come on. that's ridiculous. I can barely even carry the groceries." He said, his thick french accent would be heard from the young man, as he shrugged.

Jabiko tilted his head. "But I just saw you beat that man up," He said, pointing down the alleyway. "He's right there. I can see him."
Bilal shook his head. " Not at all. Sorry friend." Bilal said, as he shrugged the the other man off continuing to walk away from the beaten man in the alleyway.

Jabiko glanced back at the unconcious man, still laying in the alley. He argued over going to help him, or catching his attacked. In the end, he figured the unconscious man wasn't going anywhere too soon. Jab turned and jogged after the offender. "Hey!" He grabbed him by the shoulder. "I can't just let you walk away, not with a clear conscience."
Bilal turned around, as the other boy grabbed his shoulder, he held himself back from punching him in the face and make a break for it, it was how he handled it all back in Paris. But this wasn't Paris, he wasn't some street rat now, he was a hero. He shook his head. " Every man has a purpose that he sets up throughout his life. Let yours be the doing of all good deeds." He qouted the Koran as he smirked. " This is my purpose." He said, as he walked into the crowd, quickly blending in, as he moved inbetween the pedestrians.

[natty]

After circling the skies above the Mall for several minutes, Jeramey perched himself on the top of the Washington Monument. Here he lead down on is front, watching the people of Washington go about their business below him. The city was wonderful in his eyes. He had dreamed of coming here for years. What let down the entire expeirience of being here, was the reason he came. While he had wanted to come here one day, fresh out of university looking for work, the real reason he was here was that he was looking for an escape route. Life had gotten too hard back in Cantebury. The countless tourists trying to get a snap of him, scientists trying to take him in for tests. Even his friends and family had turned their backs on him. Washington was a fresh start for the Cantebury Cricket.

He was pondering whether or not he should go do something else when something caught his eye below. Looking closely he saw that a young girl was running from what looked like a now out of breath security guard. Deciding he might as well see what was going on, Jeramey rose up onto all fours. Pouncing forward he took to the skies once more, gliding downwards towards the chase.

"Would you mind stopping so that lard-ass over there can catch up and arrest you?" He asked hovering infront of the girl and pointed back at the security guard. "Or do you want me to make you stop?"

[The Kid Lantern]

It was a little later in the evening now and Marcus [as he was called now] decided to put on the costume he had found in his apartment once more and go out on patrol. Little did he know his old classmate on Cargg had been the one to set up his new life. What he didn't know was that the boy was using his powers disguised in a suit of his own committing crimes and that he'd hoped Marcus would as well. Marcus had been hearing rumors of giant purple aliens and bug creatures but wasn't aware that there was anybody else out there like him. His old life on the planet Cargg completely forgotten since crash landing on Earth months ago. Was he some sort of delinquent with a past back on his homeworld?

A masked man stalked over the ledge of a building looking down on Marcus as he donned his Trinity costume and leaped to a nearby rooftop and began a patrol.



Trinity was unaware he was being followed, but it didn't matter. There may be someone out there in need of a hero.

~KL~