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@Slingshot Marcus looks awesome! You can add him to the Character Tab and post whenever you're ready. :3
@VitoftheVoid I feel like a jerk, but I'm gonna have to drop this thread. I don't think I can be very active in it. If anyone wants to take my characters/the plotline or basis for them, that's totally fine. :3
Again, really sorry.
Again, really sorry.
@rocketrobie2 Alright, that sounds good. :3 Don't worry, I'll be at work until midnight anyway. XD
@Poi Yeah of course! There's always room for more. :3
@candlelitcraft Alright, can't wait to see what you come up with. :3 And oh yeah, that's something I did a few years ago and just always stuck with it. XD Thanks! XD
@Poi Yeah of course! There's always room for more. :3
@candlelitcraft Alright, can't wait to see what you come up with. :3 And oh yeah, that's something I did a few years ago and just always stuck with it. XD Thanks! XD
Ally stood behind the counter of The Little Ice Cream Parlor in one of Long Beach's many shopping centers near the coast. It usually gained a lot of business, considering the normally hot weather, but today was a bit chilly. Although they parlor didn't gain many customers on this particular day, a few spotted up here and there. Currently, she was chatting with one of her coworkers while she cleaned the back counters.
"Yeah, I know she shouldn't have called in so late, but she's sick, I can't have her getting us and customers sick too," Ally defended, picking up little sprinkles and peanuts.
"You should have made her come in for at least a few hours," her coworker replied, pushing a broom across the tiled floor.
"Maybe if we were more busy, but look around. Do you see any customers?" Ally asked just as the door opened and a tall man walked in.
Both of the young women behind the counter immediately rang out, "Hi, welcome!" out of instinct. Ally put aside the cloth and moved to the front to help the customer. "Hey, how may I help you?" she asked casually.
"You guys make smoothies?" he asked.
"Yes, they come in small and large," she replied, pointing to the cups of each respective size.
"Gimme a large banana and blue berry smoothie. Make it thick, I don't like them watery," he said, slightly forcefully. Ally didn't think too much of it, as many customers were rude or rushed in demeanor.
So, as to not make an already irritated customer angry, Ally quickly made the smoothie and handed it to him. "You didn't put strawberries in this, did you?" he asked.
"No, just the banana and blue berries," she confirmed.
He nodded, and with that, the man simply walked out the door. Ally was momentarily shocked, and so was her coworker. Once she registered what was happening, she quickly launched herself over the counter and out the front door. "Hey! You need to pay for that!" she shouted as she went after him, but it was too late. The man had a getaway car waiting for him.
Many people watched the scene, and like her they were all powerless to do anything about it. Ally let out a sigh, shook her head and walked back into the parlor.
"I have security on the phone!" her coworker told her, voice shaking. Ally didn't understand why the younger woman was so nervous, but as the girl tried to speak to security, her voice kept trembling and failing. Ally sighed again, took the phone and gave security the description of the man. Really he could have matched half the city with his generic "thug" look.
"Alright ma'am, we'll get on it," the voice on the other end said and hung up. Ally knew this was a lie. What could they possibly do to stop anything? The security here was just for show and to stop skateboarders. Other than that, they just called police who weren't always the best help either. The woman put down the phone and sat down on a folding chair in the back.
The irritated woman threw her hat with the store's logo onto the computer desk and leaned back into the chair, closing her eyes. "Hey, I'm taking a break!" she shouted to her coworker who was still shocked in the front. She needed to calm down or else she might do something stupid.
"It'll be alright, they'll all get what they deserve in the end," she thought.
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A few days later, Ally sat at a metal table with the usual group of friend she spent time with. Being with them always brought her peace, even if what they were doing wasn't too peaceful. Right now, the group was seated in a shopping center at a circular metal table, in metal chairs. An umbrella stuck out of the center of the table, providing only half with shade. The sun wasn't blistering, but it wasn't exactly a cool day either. Many people walked in and out through the shops, minding their own business, providing the group of friends the privacy of a crowd.
At the moment, Ally was recounting her story about the smoothie thief. "This guy even had a getaway car! He's so thug that he needs a partner to steal a smoothie?" she shook her head and murmured, "So ridiculous."
"What about you guys? Anything interesting come up?"
"Yeah, I know she shouldn't have called in so late, but she's sick, I can't have her getting us and customers sick too," Ally defended, picking up little sprinkles and peanuts.
"You should have made her come in for at least a few hours," her coworker replied, pushing a broom across the tiled floor.
"Maybe if we were more busy, but look around. Do you see any customers?" Ally asked just as the door opened and a tall man walked in.
Both of the young women behind the counter immediately rang out, "Hi, welcome!" out of instinct. Ally put aside the cloth and moved to the front to help the customer. "Hey, how may I help you?" she asked casually.
"You guys make smoothies?" he asked.
"Yes, they come in small and large," she replied, pointing to the cups of each respective size.
"Gimme a large banana and blue berry smoothie. Make it thick, I don't like them watery," he said, slightly forcefully. Ally didn't think too much of it, as many customers were rude or rushed in demeanor.
So, as to not make an already irritated customer angry, Ally quickly made the smoothie and handed it to him. "You didn't put strawberries in this, did you?" he asked.
"No, just the banana and blue berries," she confirmed.
He nodded, and with that, the man simply walked out the door. Ally was momentarily shocked, and so was her coworker. Once she registered what was happening, she quickly launched herself over the counter and out the front door. "Hey! You need to pay for that!" she shouted as she went after him, but it was too late. The man had a getaway car waiting for him.
Many people watched the scene, and like her they were all powerless to do anything about it. Ally let out a sigh, shook her head and walked back into the parlor.
"I have security on the phone!" her coworker told her, voice shaking. Ally didn't understand why the younger woman was so nervous, but as the girl tried to speak to security, her voice kept trembling and failing. Ally sighed again, took the phone and gave security the description of the man. Really he could have matched half the city with his generic "thug" look.
"Alright ma'am, we'll get on it," the voice on the other end said and hung up. Ally knew this was a lie. What could they possibly do to stop anything? The security here was just for show and to stop skateboarders. Other than that, they just called police who weren't always the best help either. The woman put down the phone and sat down on a folding chair in the back.
The irritated woman threw her hat with the store's logo onto the computer desk and leaned back into the chair, closing her eyes. "Hey, I'm taking a break!" she shouted to her coworker who was still shocked in the front. She needed to calm down or else she might do something stupid.
"It'll be alright, they'll all get what they deserve in the end," she thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few days later, Ally sat at a metal table with the usual group of friend she spent time with. Being with them always brought her peace, even if what they were doing wasn't too peaceful. Right now, the group was seated in a shopping center at a circular metal table, in metal chairs. An umbrella stuck out of the center of the table, providing only half with shade. The sun wasn't blistering, but it wasn't exactly a cool day either. Many people walked in and out through the shops, minding their own business, providing the group of friends the privacy of a crowd.
At the moment, Ally was recounting her story about the smoothie thief. "This guy even had a getaway car! He's so thug that he needs a partner to steal a smoothie?" she shook her head and murmured, "So ridiculous."
"What about you guys? Anything interesting come up?"
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Alright everyone, I have the thread up! I'll get the IC post up soon and once everyone has their forms we can officially start. :3
roleplayerguild.com/topics/165909-fri…
Thanks again, everyone!
Alright everyone, I have the thread up! I'll get the IC post up soon and once everyone has their forms we can officially start. :3
roleplayerguild.com/topics/165909-fri…
Thanks again, everyone!
The Story
Long Beach has always been known for its beach, shopping district, and overall sunny weather. Many events, such as the annual Long Beach Grand Prix, are held in this skyscraper city. It has also been known for its rampant gang activity, with new and old gangs merging and fighting, creating more trouble than the police can handle. Many people believe the police have been persuaded by money and drugs to let many of these crimes slip right under their noses.
Citizens have been getting fed up with the treatments from these thugs, but their Neighborhood Watch programs do nothing but put targets on people just wanting to help out. This is where our characters come into play. Our characters are all victims of crimes done by these gangsters and thieves. One day, while all of them are relaxing and hanging out together, one mentions a crime that happened to them recently. They all describe petty, or big, crimes that have been enacted upon them. The group decides that they've had enough of this and vow to protect the streets of Long Beach at whatever costs!
The problem is...
They don't have super powers.
Our heroes will dawn masks and capes, attempting to protect the city with whatever weapons, skills, or knowledge they can bring to the table. As they patrol the big city and stop crimes, they learn what it means to become a hero, how to balance their own moral with each others, and how the sacrifices can take a toll on their physical and emotional lives.
Ally watched as the large convict sauntered his way towards her. She tried not to pay attention to the mount of lard protruding from underneath his shirt, but couldn't help but sneak a peek. Exercise was a very big part of her life and she couldn't imagine gaining so much weight. Then the whispers came. Initially, she couldn't understand them, but they sent shivers up her spine.
That was when the second, intelligible whisper came. She was about to respond, but her balance flew to pieces when the jumbled whispers began. Her knees buckled and she began to fall. Quickly, she stuck her arm out and scraped her fingertips along the floor, allowing her to keep some balance. As she tried to stand up straight again, the fat convict began to sprint towards her, creating rippling vibrations through the ground with every step. This didn't help her balance at all, and she wasn't clear-minded enough to go titanium. His fist landed straight into her chest, sending flying back.
Her back slammed hard against the ground, sending all of her air out of her lungs. A pain radiated through her chest. Though she knew he hadn't broken anything, she knew, somewhere deep in her gut, that this man was largely holding back. She regained her senses, and some breath, and was able to stand again. She quickly went into a loose fighting stance, not wanting to become too stiff. This man was too strong- she would either have to dodge him altogether or go metal.
This was when "Predator Percy" stood. Just the name was enough to creep someone out, especially a younger woman. "Suddenly I wish I hit you a lot harder," Ally told the man. Why did she hold back? If he was so willing to hurt her, and if he was a convict, he probably hurt many, many people. A strong feeling of stupidity washed over her, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
Then he began to scratch at his head. Originally the woman attributed this to a form of insanity, but then his scalp began to peel away. Her jaw dropped, but she kept her focus. She didn't want to take another hit from the heavy convict, at least not in her human form. His head began to peel back and to the ground until he lifted it. What Ally could only describe as a demon popped out of his head, and she was terrified. Humans usually didn't scare her, but this definitely wasn't a human. The demon looked at her, and fear rippled throughout her body. The sharp-looking claws worried her. If this was indeed a demon, she couldn't count on normal laws and physics to apply to it.
The demon launched at her and she immediately went full titanium. She couldn't be sure the claws wouldn't tear through her now titanium body, so she quickly rolled to the side, rather sloppily. Though she had practiced being in her titanium state quite a bit, she lacked practicing movement and fighting in this form. She turned back around to face the demon, not willing to withdraw from her metal form. Her eyes shifted between the three beings in front of her. She couldn't take all three on at once.
She focused her thoughts on the demon. She particularly wasn't fond of the supernatural like this. If it was a demon like she thought, she wasn't within the power to extinguish it. If it was simply a monster, she still wasn't sure how to beat it, and figured brute force might be her best bet.
Ally then refocused on Percy. He just expelled this creature from his head. Could he be weakened? Perhaps his physical form was connected to the demon, especially since it appeared from his head. This might not be the smartest idea, but it's my best bet, Ally thought. She took a deep breath and charged for Percy. Once she felt she was close enough, she jumped and kicked out, hoping hit his head and knock him back onto the ground.
That was when the second, intelligible whisper came. She was about to respond, but her balance flew to pieces when the jumbled whispers began. Her knees buckled and she began to fall. Quickly, she stuck her arm out and scraped her fingertips along the floor, allowing her to keep some balance. As she tried to stand up straight again, the fat convict began to sprint towards her, creating rippling vibrations through the ground with every step. This didn't help her balance at all, and she wasn't clear-minded enough to go titanium. His fist landed straight into her chest, sending flying back.
Her back slammed hard against the ground, sending all of her air out of her lungs. A pain radiated through her chest. Though she knew he hadn't broken anything, she knew, somewhere deep in her gut, that this man was largely holding back. She regained her senses, and some breath, and was able to stand again. She quickly went into a loose fighting stance, not wanting to become too stiff. This man was too strong- she would either have to dodge him altogether or go metal.
This was when "Predator Percy" stood. Just the name was enough to creep someone out, especially a younger woman. "Suddenly I wish I hit you a lot harder," Ally told the man. Why did she hold back? If he was so willing to hurt her, and if he was a convict, he probably hurt many, many people. A strong feeling of stupidity washed over her, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
Then he began to scratch at his head. Originally the woman attributed this to a form of insanity, but then his scalp began to peel away. Her jaw dropped, but she kept her focus. She didn't want to take another hit from the heavy convict, at least not in her human form. His head began to peel back and to the ground until he lifted it. What Ally could only describe as a demon popped out of his head, and she was terrified. Humans usually didn't scare her, but this definitely wasn't a human. The demon looked at her, and fear rippled throughout her body. The sharp-looking claws worried her. If this was indeed a demon, she couldn't count on normal laws and physics to apply to it.
The demon launched at her and she immediately went full titanium. She couldn't be sure the claws wouldn't tear through her now titanium body, so she quickly rolled to the side, rather sloppily. Though she had practiced being in her titanium state quite a bit, she lacked practicing movement and fighting in this form. She turned back around to face the demon, not willing to withdraw from her metal form. Her eyes shifted between the three beings in front of her. She couldn't take all three on at once.
She focused her thoughts on the demon. She particularly wasn't fond of the supernatural like this. If it was a demon like she thought, she wasn't within the power to extinguish it. If it was simply a monster, she still wasn't sure how to beat it, and figured brute force might be her best bet.
Ally then refocused on Percy. He just expelled this creature from his head. Could he be weakened? Perhaps his physical form was connected to the demon, especially since it appeared from his head. This might not be the smartest idea, but it's my best bet, Ally thought. She took a deep breath and charged for Percy. Once she felt she was close enough, she jumped and kicked out, hoping hit his head and knock him back onto the ground.
I think super convicts would be dope. Well, they are dope. XD Also my bad if I overdid it with the counter attack. I think in the end super convicts is probably going to work better anyway, especially how you posted it.
I'll have my post up soon.
I'll have my post up soon.
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