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Scorn / female / 29 / Villain
Location: On the move to 'Where the wind blows'
Having defaced one billboard with little to no results, Scorn gave up on her little adventure and returned to her tunnels. By the time she returned to homebase, one of her lackeys were scrambling over to her showing her some strange broadcast that had popped up on one of the televisions that were scattered about. She had shoved him aside to see what the chatter was about. Most of it she didn't care about. The image of Hotshot irritated her just reminding her of failed heist. She was about to leave when the television had a series of numbers appear on the screen.
Scorn got one of her lackeys to photograph the numbers with a pilfered old cellphone, good enough to record the series of numbers while she dug around for a stolen laptop. One of the tech freaks she kept would know something about decoding, or they would regret not knowing. Luckily enough one of them did seem to realize the type of decoding method that the numbers were using and found a means of decoding it online through a decoder.
"Well boys looks like your leader has to go make one more visit for the night. Don't wait up and play nice," Scorn cackled merrily rushing out of her lair to find what exactly waited at the place 'Where the wind blows'.
Location: On the move to 'Where the wind blows'
Having defaced one billboard with little to no results, Scorn gave up on her little adventure and returned to her tunnels. By the time she returned to homebase, one of her lackeys were scrambling over to her showing her some strange broadcast that had popped up on one of the televisions that were scattered about. She had shoved him aside to see what the chatter was about. Most of it she didn't care about. The image of Hotshot irritated her just reminding her of failed heist. She was about to leave when the television had a series of numbers appear on the screen.
Scorn got one of her lackeys to photograph the numbers with a pilfered old cellphone, good enough to record the series of numbers while she dug around for a stolen laptop. One of the tech freaks she kept would know something about decoding, or they would regret not knowing. Luckily enough one of them did seem to realize the type of decoding method that the numbers were using and found a means of decoding it online through a decoder.
"Well boys looks like your leader has to go make one more visit for the night. Don't wait up and play nice," Scorn cackled merrily rushing out of her lair to find what exactly waited at the place 'Where the wind blows'.
I'm here too, working on post currently.
Scorn / female / 29 / Villain
Location: Making art
Stealing the spray paint had been a simple task, just a matter of changing apperance slightly by flipping her jacket inside out and covering her face with a old ski mask. The police would be busy looking for any old run of the mill common thug while she got all the time in the world to find the perfect billboard to paint her masterpiece.
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"It's finito!" Scorn said excitedly to herself as she tossed her final spray can away off the side of the billboard. The image was a representation of her gang. It was of a skull, wrapped in one of the signature hoodies of the gang, commonly which were orange. The eyes were hidden and the mouth open slightly. Black tendrils were behind the image going outward in all directions. Behind that lie a rainbow of colors to give the image a bit more 'pop'.
"A perfect piece to show off where my turf is, shame the city will probably get rid of it," she said admiring her handiwork before taking a phone out of her pocket and taking a picture of the image ",A picture will have to do. The heroes at least know a place I reside if they want to come find me." With that she disappeared into the shadows of the billboard seeking a new challenge or job to do.
Location: Making art
Stealing the spray paint had been a simple task, just a matter of changing apperance slightly by flipping her jacket inside out and covering her face with a old ski mask. The police would be busy looking for any old run of the mill common thug while she got all the time in the world to find the perfect billboard to paint her masterpiece.
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"It's finito!" Scorn said excitedly to herself as she tossed her final spray can away off the side of the billboard. The image was a representation of her gang. It was of a skull, wrapped in one of the signature hoodies of the gang, commonly which were orange. The eyes were hidden and the mouth open slightly. Black tendrils were behind the image going outward in all directions. Behind that lie a rainbow of colors to give the image a bit more 'pop'.
"A perfect piece to show off where my turf is, shame the city will probably get rid of it," she said admiring her handiwork before taking a phone out of her pocket and taking a picture of the image ",A picture will have to do. The heroes at least know a place I reside if they want to come find me." With that she disappeared into the shadows of the billboard seeking a new challenge or job to do.
Scorn / female / 29 / Villain
Location: Out and about... Somewhere over the Rainbow
Feet dangling over an edge of the building, Scorn surveyed the city from above with a bored expression on her face. Below her the city went about not knowing the deranged psychopath sat above. Yet there she was doing nothing of much interest. Her reconnaissance mission had switch to her debating on what else she could be doing thus leading her to sitting atop one of the many buildings of the city and pretending to shoot random targets with her finger and thumb. She could go get coffee, while she tended to stay out of the public eye she did manage to occasionally get away with running around on the sidewalks though it required disguising herself up and removing the paint from her face which she never enjoyed. She decided that was out of the question.
Perhaps another heist? Again she decided that was out of the question. With one foiled heist the other potential targets would be on high alert for her to try again. Hunting other gang leaders down sounded to boring for her at the moment. When she thought about just heading back to her tunnels she suddenly had a great idea.
"How about some painting," she said excitedly to herself ",I'll just need to get my hands on some fresh spray paint and find the nearest billboard." With a new sense of joy she was off to the nearest hardware store to get the material she needed to begin her work on a master piece of art for the entire city to see.
Location: Out and about... Somewhere over the Rainbow
Feet dangling over an edge of the building, Scorn surveyed the city from above with a bored expression on her face. Below her the city went about not knowing the deranged psychopath sat above. Yet there she was doing nothing of much interest. Her reconnaissance mission had switch to her debating on what else she could be doing thus leading her to sitting atop one of the many buildings of the city and pretending to shoot random targets with her finger and thumb. She could go get coffee, while she tended to stay out of the public eye she did manage to occasionally get away with running around on the sidewalks though it required disguising herself up and removing the paint from her face which she never enjoyed. She decided that was out of the question.
Perhaps another heist? Again she decided that was out of the question. With one foiled heist the other potential targets would be on high alert for her to try again. Hunting other gang leaders down sounded to boring for her at the moment. When she thought about just heading back to her tunnels she suddenly had a great idea.
"How about some painting," she said excitedly to herself ",I'll just need to get my hands on some fresh spray paint and find the nearest billboard." With a new sense of joy she was off to the nearest hardware store to get the material she needed to begin her work on a master piece of art for the entire city to see.
Going to get something up tonight.
Scorn / female / 29 / Villain
Location: Out and about
While merging into crowds was near impossible for Scorn, she found ways to traverse the city, commonly taking back alleys, using the shadows to bounce between them, or finding means of getting to the rooftops. Mostly she kept to her territory, where her gang members were most prominent but today she was feeling adventurous from the night before and thus went outside her zone to enjoy the day as well as do some reconnaissance. While fighting heroes was fun, running a gang required a steady flow of profit in order to keep things smooth and any chance she could get a leg up on any other local gangs was always good. While currently the flow of money was at the moment steady, she had wanted to secure a backup as precaution but the foiled heist put a snag in that.
"Guess we'll just steal more turf from the others," she thought to herself ",But which of the remaining small fish should I go for? Decisions, decisions. We'll flip a coin later."
Location: Out and about
While merging into crowds was near impossible for Scorn, she found ways to traverse the city, commonly taking back alleys, using the shadows to bounce between them, or finding means of getting to the rooftops. Mostly she kept to her territory, where her gang members were most prominent but today she was feeling adventurous from the night before and thus went outside her zone to enjoy the day as well as do some reconnaissance. While fighting heroes was fun, running a gang required a steady flow of profit in order to keep things smooth and any chance she could get a leg up on any other local gangs was always good. While currently the flow of money was at the moment steady, she had wanted to secure a backup as precaution but the foiled heist put a snag in that.
"Guess we'll just steal more turf from the others," she thought to herself ",But which of the remaining small fish should I go for? Decisions, decisions. We'll flip a coin later."
@KaijuBaragon Got it, just join it.
I'll be getting a post up tomorrow. School work the past few days have kept me away.
Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location: Tunnel of Solitude nursing wounds
Scorn had retreated to her hideout once knowing that she was not being followed. To say she was angry was an understatement. She wanted to have her fun but the other portion, her transaction from the bank had been thwarted but the newest kid to play hero. Hero only pleasure to come from being thwarted was how the media was seemingly putting the new hero on a pedestal and leaving Hotshot to be blamed for her escape. During her fight with Hotshot, she had heard some of the commotion going on in the back of the bank, once figuring that the drill team had been stopped she had decide it best to leave, hating to admit that she had been stopped. Scorn needed to get herself treated anyways. So when an opening was provided she slipped out the bank's broken front doors and ran.
Now back in her tunnels with whatever members of her gang not out on the streets patrolling, she worked on fixing herself. The cuts and bruising were simple. The nose wasn't much harder though it ruined her painted face which she did not enjoy. Then finally came the broken claw. Since the claws were stuck to her, repairing it was a much more difficult challenge. She was lucky enough to have someone with the right tools but they themselves were nervous because they knew if they messed up the repairs they would be on the other side of the remaining claws she had.
She inspected the members work deeming the repairs to be good and patted him gently on the head as if he was a child before walking off, her shoes echoing off the old tunnel's walls. While she was down seven members now, at least she knew they wouldn't speak on where she was located. Jail time to them was far better then having to face her wraith if they spoke out. Scorn could only hope that the media backlash to Hotshot at the moment would provide some tension between the new hero Stardust and Hotshot. The only thing better then fighting heroes was watching them fight each other.
Location: Tunnel of Solitude nursing wounds
Scorn had retreated to her hideout once knowing that she was not being followed. To say she was angry was an understatement. She wanted to have her fun but the other portion, her transaction from the bank had been thwarted but the newest kid to play hero. Hero only pleasure to come from being thwarted was how the media was seemingly putting the new hero on a pedestal and leaving Hotshot to be blamed for her escape. During her fight with Hotshot, she had heard some of the commotion going on in the back of the bank, once figuring that the drill team had been stopped she had decide it best to leave, hating to admit that she had been stopped. Scorn needed to get herself treated anyways. So when an opening was provided she slipped out the bank's broken front doors and ran.
Now back in her tunnels with whatever members of her gang not out on the streets patrolling, she worked on fixing herself. The cuts and bruising were simple. The nose wasn't much harder though it ruined her painted face which she did not enjoy. Then finally came the broken claw. Since the claws were stuck to her, repairing it was a much more difficult challenge. She was lucky enough to have someone with the right tools but they themselves were nervous because they knew if they messed up the repairs they would be on the other side of the remaining claws she had.
She inspected the members work deeming the repairs to be good and patted him gently on the head as if he was a child before walking off, her shoes echoing off the old tunnel's walls. While she was down seven members now, at least she knew they wouldn't speak on where she was located. Jail time to them was far better then having to face her wraith if they spoke out. Scorn could only hope that the media backlash to Hotshot at the moment would provide some tension between the new hero Stardust and Hotshot. The only thing better then fighting heroes was watching them fight each other.
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