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Gotham (Always Open)

Oopps i just went with it, hope its okay

Gotham (Always Open)

Aurora paced the ground. There were groups, little bundles of weapons. It was obvious their intent, and what they were determined to protect. They almost made it to easy to figure out where the shipment was.
She thought back to some of the offensive skill movies she'd watched and braced herself.

"Hey! Hey! I hear something!" Someone called out as she neared their patch of protection. She stalled a moment. "Go check it out, go!"
Slowly but surely, a head peeped around the corner. Aurora clasped her hands on the side of their face. As they went to speak, she kicked her knee into their mouth. It was forceful enough to shut them up and maybe break a few teeth. Their gun fired off as a reaction for their mouth being silenced, and she kicked him one more time, right along his nose, up into his brain. He fell, dead, and the others began charging up to defend him.
"Bad idea, bad idea," she shook her head. They shot at her, and she crouched down to the ground. Her knee was bleeding from the tear of his teeth, but she hardly seemed to notice.
She moved from shadow to shadow, using street dimness and pitch, tricking them into shooting in other directions. In minutes she was past them, and they were left shooting into the dark.

Eventually she reached a close range of the product, people were pacing. She could spot it, not too far. Someone was staring intently, inspecting it seemed. When she got close enough, Aurora stopped and cleared her throat.
"I'm here to warn you. Warn you about what you're looking at."
She was directing her words to the man who seemed to be in charge, the one who was going over the shipment in front of him. Aurora twirled her hair in her hands, her self awareness hardly present.
"If you shoot me, you'll never get it. So don't try anything. Clear?" Maybe she didn't sound serious enough, but she was. She'd kill everyone in here if she had to. She just needed to get something across, and if no one wanted to listen, that was now their problem.

Gotham (Always Open)

Tis where Aurora is headed

Gotham (Always Open)

As the door was pushed open, Aurora tumbled. This man, who ever he was, had saved her a great deal of trouble. All she had to do was listen in, even though it was a little rough, even through a small adjustment on the roof. She was also unsure of his protocall on finding her. But against both negativities, she recieved information she greatly needed.
Spying was never much of her game, but it was needed sometimes. & she really just hated doing all the talking.

Aurora stayed placed in a dark corner, hearing whistling. She almost scoffed aloud, standing in the shadow. His whistles got fainter, and she knew now was her time.
Ever so quietly, she crept out of her tumble corner and around to the door. Slowly but surely, she gets it open enough to squeeze herself inside.
There he sat, some man in a chair, staring at his feet. Aurora stepped close to him, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes.
"Just untie me, would ya?" He says, without even looking up at her.
"I have a question first,"she says, blatantly. "If you give me what I want, I'll let you go."
"What do you want, then?" It seemed he was exhausted, and that was no fun.
"Where was that shipment headed?" His mouth opened to answer her, but she put her hand over his mouth. "And if, if you decide to give me the wrong place..." She leans the chair backward, "I can make your head twist into a pretzel. Your brain would burst out if your fucking eyes and ears." Could she actually do something like that? It was unknown to her. Whether it had been done before was beyond her as well. But now was not the time to be questioning her own threats.
Just to freak him out and prove her own point, she pulled a little figurine from her jacket. It was a stress ball, no more, but when you squeezed it, the eyes and ears swelled with pink brain mush.
A sort of dumb gesture, but he seemed to take it effectively.

He opened his mouth to speak, and she let him.
"Just a little west of here, but thats-" before he was finished, Aurora was running out there.
She knew she told him she would let him go, but she was trying to keep her profile low.
"Sorry," she calls back. It was almost useless, but it counted to her. She squeezes herself back at the door, and off she went, headed west into the city.

Gotham (Always Open)

Hellooo

Gotham (Always Open)

Its mostly anyone, but it's only when shes focusing. Like if she watches a boxing match on tv & makes herself focus on it. Hey! She can punch pretty well. Otherwise, it's not as effective.

Gotham (Always Open)

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Name: Aurora Dest
Alias: ORiona
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Undecided ( if thats cool )
Type: Metahuman.
Personality: Likes to keep to herself, antisocial. Experiences hallucination, intense anxiety, suffers from PTSD. Forceful, easily irritated. Sometimes makes punful jokes to herself.
History: Aurora was born in Gotham. Her mother dying of child birth, her father a man of the law. When she was 13, she was kidnapped. Used as a threat against the police department, she watched as other children of police officers were killed. They were rescued before it was her turn.
She was put into immediate therapy, and spent two years in a hospital to mentally recover after it seemed the therapy wasn't enough. At the ripe age of 16, she had only a few more months with her father. On her birthday, he was killed. Thus forth, she has been trying to find the person who killed him. That involves getting herself involved with crime and justice, but in the streets. A close friend of her fathers taught her self defense, which is when she learned her "copy cat" skills. Once she sees it, she can mimmick it. With this advantage, she hopes to find the one who killed her father and bring a closing to the gaping hole of the one thing she had left.
Other: ---

The Family Business (High Fantasy with extra Teen Angst!)

Is this still open for another member? I really like this idea

1X1 Ideas, MxF, looking for male. Casual-Low Advanced.

Bump!

Academy of the Zodiac

Zora wondered why there was hardly anyone around. "Probably food," she says to herself, looking up at the sky. Well, that left her all this space to herself. And for that she was almost grateful. Usually this place was swarming. But she had somehow managed to find a peaceful spot. It almost seemed this was a mock, because her luck was rarely ever in her favor.
Taking a drag, she kicked a few rocks out of the path.