Little Italy

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Yeah I kinda want to jump off a bridge rn

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Like. I can't. With. holy god

Yeah I feel that. I already have a list of work I need to get done over spring break

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

The incompetence of student lie at my school is so unfathomable I have no words holy shit

It sounds like it'd be really awesome though!

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location: the Streets of Centerville; What is even happening
Interactions:@KaijuBaragon @GingerBoi123@superservo27

The sound of metal footsteps echoed around the alley, Dinah holding her breath and remaining perfectly still as she listened to the cyborg kick over boxes and rummage around in search for her. I should've just kept walking, she thought to herself, her heart practically pounding out of her chest. She wasn't cut out for this, not at all. There were plenty of superheroes in this city, why did she have to go try her hand at it.

"Jack" stopped in front of her dumpster; she could tell by the shadow cascading through the cracks and the clanging of metal on concrete. Fuck. Next thing she knew, the container had been rapidly overturned, causing Dinah to yelp as she tumbled out into the alley at the robot's feet. Her hand had brushed the ground, the spot turning to gold and spreading for a few seconds before stopping. She continued to roll away and get to her feet in an attempt to some distance between herself and the robot, but she didn't get far.

"Hey, Tin-can!" she heard a voice yell, looking up just in time to see a figure throw something down into the alley. She leapt backward just in time as the flashing connected with the ground, the explosion and searing light blinding her for a moment as she tripped backward and landed on her back. She rubbed her eyes, ears ringing as she attempted to stumble to her feet once again, now thoroughly discombobulated and confused. Although, she was grateful for Hijack's intervention; she would have been done for otherwise.

She was going to turn and try to run again when electricity crackled past her, headed straight for her original pursuer. She whipped around to see a woman, lightening crackling all around her and a wicked grin on her face. Where were these people even coming from? she wondered, assuming that this character was friendly, as she had chosen to target good ol' terminator and not Dinah. She stumbled over to the woman though still kept her distance, all the while keeping an eye over her shoulder in case Jack tried to attack once more. She had a feeling he wouldn't be out for long.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Yeah GEDs are the fucking worrrssttt

Broooo that's be so coooool ;-;

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

I'm always doing that so I feel you man

Hnnnnggg that sounds uncomfortable I'll stick to modeling my caravan tbh

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Eh you gotta party in college cause there’s no other time to

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Girl what are you doing up???

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location: the Streets of Centerville; Running For Her Life
Interactions: @KaijuBaragon

By the time the cyborg had freed itself, Dinah had made it down the stairs and rushed out into the street panting, careful not to let her exposed left hand touch her clothing. She headed for an alley opposite of the building she had just barged out of, ducking behind the wall and stopping to catch her breath briefly. She peeked around the corner to see if she was followed, and sure enough there was terminator hot on her heels.

"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered, turning and darting off again, her other dark blue glove still clutched in her right hand and she bolted past the trash and pipes. There was no way she could hold her own against that thing, it would crush her like a bug under a boot. Her best chance at survival was to evade it. Her old chucks pounded the wet concrete, carrying her as quickly as possible through the back alleys. She turned a corner and was faced with a tall chain link fence, a few boxes stacked in front of it, barring her way. There was no time to put her glove back on, so she stuffed it in her pocket and started to climb, running and leaping up onto one of the boxes, then using it to vault as high as she could onto the fence. The moment her fingers came into contact with it, the steel began to turn to gold, the rust of intertwining links falling away as the change spread. By the time she swung her legs over the top and dropped to the ground below, the whole fence had turned to solid gold. She was starting to feel the fatigue now, not accustomed to using her powers so often. She kept running, her breathing now labored and lungs on fire.

Rounding another corner revealed a dead end and produced a string of curses from Dinah, who looked around frantically for a place to hide. There was an empty dumpster, the lid open, pressed in the corner of the alley that seemed as good a place as any. She dashed over to the rusted container and clambered inside, using her gloved hand to shut the lid as not to leave any clues of her being within. She huddled in the dark, her knees hugged to her chest as sat wide eyed and waited, the blood pounding in her ears and fear keeping her quiet. Thankfully the scarf covering her face muffled the sound of her breathing. On the chance that he should discover her hiding place, she removed her right glove and slipped it into her pocket, holding her hands out in front of her with fingers spread.

It was some kind of robot, not a human, so she could technically slap any part of it without killing or completely disabling it. Any system that shut off as a result of her touch could theoretically boot up once more when the effects of her powers wore off. That put her a little more at ease, although that was accounting for the chance she would even get to use her powers at all. There was a very good possibility it wouldn't allow her to get that far, now being somewhat aware of the nature of her abilities. She wasn't sure what had become of that Hijack guy, or if he had pursued as well, but she knew that if she was in his shoes, she would've high tailed it out of there without looking back.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Me too man. I wanna skip this part pls