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Post by Faith Challenger on Aug 11, 2012 18:41:23 GMT -5
(We would love if someone would join this post, no matter when it is, just so we could get some more action into it. At least we would like that Killer Croc got an opportunity to reply first before anyone jumps in.)
It was a starless night and Gotham’s night life was starting. It was a late Friday, people was having fun at the clubs. You would think that the 21 year old Amelia would do the same, but she was more interested in standing in an ally obviously waiting for someone.
It was one of her informants that had promised to meet her here. She was in the middle of getting a big scoop! If what he had told her was right, then this could surely end up on the front page, though it was some of a risk. Hell it only made it better! It even meant that the story would be better, and she would be able to make even more money on the damn thing if the news spread and it scaled up. Spreading like wild fire!
So there she stood in the little ally, just looking like a little skinny kid standing alone, dressed in a black long sleeved turtle neck shirt, and a pair of black skinny jeans. She really wasn’t much to brag about, despite she always was eating. Even at this moment she was standing with a burger in her hand, and that being her fifth.
”Hey Fatty” a friendly voiced called.
“Hey Mike!” she said in an excited voice, reaching her hands outs while begging “Gimme gimme gimme!”
The guy laughed and gave her an envelope. She snuck it under her cloth, and then smiled at the guy. “Thanks!” ”I wasn’t able to find a lot, but that should be efficient for now… So who have you been doing, head that you went to the hospital due to some nasty bruise” He asked in a slight worried tone. ”Well you know the usual, getting chased by things and accidents happen” she replied in a giggle. “Nothing I have to worry about unless it can sneak up under me”
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Post by Killer Croc on Aug 12, 2012 6:30:54 GMT -5
Lady Luck is a spiteful goddess indeed. One moment you'd be the emperor of Rome, your might unrivaled and charm unsurpassed! The next, you're thrown into the arena, thousands and thousands of lowly peasant laughing and booing. Waylon didn't know much about ancient Rome, and even less about charm, but might had always been appealing to him. Being very fond of strength, it's rather harmful to your self esteem, being splattered on the sidewalk. So, he remembered. Every detail about that girl. The one that got away. He kept that scent close at heart, so to speak.
He wandered through the sewers on his own. Always on his own. It was the only real way of living for him. Hidden away from the rest of the world above, away from prying eyes and nosy questions. Away from harsh words and disgusted faces. He looked up. Far away, like in another world, music could be heard. Must be right below the nightclub district. Pfah, let the jukes and the rabble keep their clubs. Down here, he was king, and nobody messes with the king.
Then, he felt it. That little arousing sensation. Lemon and strawberries. He tilted his head back again, sniffing the mucky air around him. She was pretty close.
He found the old manhole, placed right behind one of the bars in town, and climbed up the tunnel (with quite a lot of effort. These ladders were in no way designed for anybody his size). Very slowly he lifted the lead and looked out. A wave of sounds and smells hit him straight in the face, as the city came flooding in. But there, right in front of him, she was standing with her back turned on him! Surely, there must be some higher powers at work to allow such luck.
The lead was thrown off, flying many meters straight up into the evening sky, and a massive green arm sprang from the hole. "Gotcha!" Grasping around the young journalist legs, the thing dragged her violently into the depths.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Aug 12, 2012 7:53:29 GMT -5
”I don’t think you have to worry about anyone coming here” he chuckled. “Nope, I don’t think so either” she replied with a smile. “But If you can find some other information for me it would be great, I have a great story coming on the way!” She handed him a little note, which he took and stuffed in his pocket. ”Sure thing”
The lid to the man-hole flew off, and Faith smashed face first into the ground barely being able to break the fall with her arms. Her head still hit the asphalt hard, and it felt like everything inside her head was thrown around a bit, then as her chest hit the ground every single bit of air was pushed out of her. She didn’t get any time to react before she had been dragged into the man-hole and continued down in the sewer, where she hit the ground, gasping for the lost air, feeling rather dizzy as she laid there, not sure what was up and down, and definitely not sure what just had happened.
Her friend stood starring at the hole his friend had disappeared in, frozen in shock from what had just happened. His leg shook as she stepped back, and before he knew it he was on the run.
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Post by Animal on Aug 20, 2012 13:37:33 GMT -5
Animal was on his way home from a hit. The streets were calm and no one had seen him leave the area. He strolled slowly down the sidewalk on the route to his home. The gear was in a bag which Animal was carrying on his back. It wasn’t the full armory; the mask was of course in it, along with a katana and some guns. It had been an easy job so Sheylla hadn’t been tagging along.
Animal strolled by a small alleyway which didn’t seem to be of any interest at first. Two people was just standing in there, exchanging something. It was properly drugs. Animal didn’t care, he just noticed them. A girl and a guy. In the moment as Animal was about to look away he was caught by something much unexpected. A giant man hole appeared right next to the girl and she was dragged down under ground. The sight froze Animal on the spot. ''Killer Croc'' Animal muttered to himself.
Animal stood briefly for a second, thinking of what he should do. It was just a mere human but still why did Animal feel so bad about seeing her being pulled down to a certain death. He knew why. It reminded him of something he would never be able to suppress. She is helpless, he have to help her. ''you fucking idiot...'' Animal grabbed the bag from his back and opened it while he was running towards the hole. He grabbed the mask and the katana and dropped the bag halfway on the run. As he passed by the paralyzed guy Animal had put on his mask and equipped the Katana.
When Animal reached the hole he took a quick leap down to the hole. Animal landed safely on his feet and turned on the night vision in his mask. The katana was readied towards everything in front of him and his senses sharpened. The mask let out a huge growl as he took a deep breath.
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Post by Killer Croc on Aug 20, 2012 16:03:36 GMT -5
He could feel his hand clutch around her frail, slender legs. It was so tempting to just crush her then and there, but that wouldn't be nearly as satifisfying. Would be over way too soon. If you don't have legs, you can't run. Then again, he didn't wanna risk her getting away, so whacking her about a little first seemed like a good idea.
He landed, only a meter from the girl lying on the sewer sidewalk, sending ripples through the ground. He let out a hoarse, grim laughter. There she was, sprawling around the ground with no idea what was up or down. He'd let her gather her senses, if only for a moment. It was very dark down there, the only real light emitting from the manhole above. Aside from that, Killer Croc's yellow piercing eyes could easily be spotted in the darkness.
Stepping a little closer, he grinned slightly. He had been waiting for this. Then, he got distracted. A flicker in the light above caught his attention, and he turned around on the spot. Seeing there was suddenly a person down here, obviously armed, he instantly prepared himself for a fight. Blood, rage and senses. Yeah, these moments were worth living for.
His nostrils vibrated faintly. Something was off about this guy. "You smell funny. Who the fuck are you?" he grunted.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Sept 2, 2012 9:37:15 GMT -5
She grabbed her head, moaning in pain as she dragged herself up in a sitting position. Then she heardthe grinning, and turned to watch what it was. The giant creature who was hard to forget the face or danger of stood over her, looking like he was hungry for a peice of reporter. But he was distracted, he turned and she got the oppotinuty to get up and back away.
Her legs didn't really seem to follow her plan as her head started spinning, and she stumbled backwards. Once again she was making friends with the ground. Then the feeling of some warm fluid startet to run along her face, gliding into the corner of her mouth. The tast of metal spread in her mouth and she felt dizzier then before.
With some help from the wall she got up, seaching the wall for a useble weapon. She wasn't about to give up.
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Post by Animal on Sept 11, 2012 8:00:25 GMT -5
Animal looked at the enormous killing machine standing in front of him. But Animal stood without fear, he was not afraid even thou he knew that the chances of him dying was higher than his chances of survival. He turned off the growling effects from his mask and enabled the microphone so he was able to answer. While disabling the growling effect, Animal quickly toggled between his visions to see which he should use against Killer Croc. Animal chose to go with the night vision, enabling him to see through the sewer systems.
He looked the coldblooded creature right into its eyes and responded. ''I’m tonight’s dinner'' and with those words he quickly drew his silenced gun from the back of his pants and fired towards the face of the creature. After having fired a shot towards the creature, Animal did not make any hesitation in running away from the area, hoping he could get the attention from Killer Croc so he would leave the girl be. Hopefully Animal would be able to return to her and help her out if he survives or if she hasn’t vanished before that.
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Post by Killer Croc on Sept 12, 2012 11:52:09 GMT -5
This little twat sure didn't lack balls. Jumping down here on his own, armed with a toothpick and a peashooter. The nerve of this kid. There was still something vaguely odd about his smell, but Croc couldn't really put a finger on it. And his voice was kinda strange aswell... Probably that mask.
"I'm tonight's dinner."
The nerve of this asshole! Who the hell did this little freak think he was?! Invading Croc's turf. The king's country! And mocking him to top it off! His internal rant was quickly cut off by a couple of bullets striking his forehead and left cheek. It left a few of bruises on his scales, and he only lost his balance for a few seconds, but was still surprised by the sudden attack. This was more than his reptile brain could handle. Croc lost his marbles. "Okay, pipsqueak, you're fucking dead!" He roared, and charged after the assassin.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Sept 13, 2012 13:00:12 GMT -5
The cold moist sewer wall felt slightly slimy under her hand, not something pleasant to feel, and sadly it was the only thing she could feel. Well that and the ground coming closer as her legs gave in again. She felt pathetic as she was laying there, but at least she still had some sense to crawl towards the staircase when the giant croc ran away. She had no idea who that guy from before was, but she was glad that he had become bait. Well rather him than her right? –She tired convincing herself, but it didn’t really help.
She grabbed the stair and tried dragging herself up. She got halfway up, but then it hit her. That guy probably wasn’t going to survive that thing on his own, unless he managed to get away. She started running after the guy and crocodile. Well at least she should be able to get some good pictures of him. This story was just getting better and better, she was going to get a big score on this. Well if she didn’t get herself killed before, though lady luck was probably with her, as she always was.
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Post by Animal on Sept 25, 2012 1:53:42 GMT -5
Animal might have been a little too cocky this time. Going face-to-face with Killer Croc have never been the brightest idea a man could get, but in the moment it seemed as the best plan, at least in the try to save this defenseless girl from being eaten alive. Animal sprinted; he didn’t have any plans on looking back. He could hear Croc’s heavy footsteps behind him, but it seemed as Animal was faster than Croc.
Animal ran as fast as he could meanwhile try to scout the sewers for a possible getaway route. He noticed a pathway to his right and made a quick turn. In the turn, Animal quickly looked back at Croc and fired once more a shot towards him. The main goal was to keep the attention of Croc, and hopefully the girl would have had enough time to get the hell out of the sewers. But this was no time to be thinking of her, he did what he could do. Now it was time to save his own ass.
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Post by Killer Croc on Oct 10, 2012 13:44:21 GMT -5
Animal did his job to perfection. Croc had long forgotten the humiliation and the reporter he left behind bleeding on the ground. Animal was asking for it, and boy was he gonna get it. While the first shot more or less shut off his brain, the second rebooted it. The predator knew he wouldn't catch his prey like this.
He did a wicked grin as he lept into the water. This was his domain. His lair. His hunting grounds, and nobody got away from him down here. Not unlike an ordinary crocodile (or a turtle for that matter. Turtle is probably more fitting, but "Killer Turtle" just doesn't cut it in show business) he was much faster in the water than on land. Hopefully this sudden change in speed would also catch his target flat footed. Mucky water was sprayer everywhere as the monster swam close to the surface, encroaching on his mark steadily.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Oct 15, 2012 0:50:56 GMT -5
This was the slowest and probably most stupid way to try and help the guy, obviously she would be better off on the ground than under. So she leaped onto the nearest staircase leading to a man-hole, crawled up and pressed the lid off with what little weight she had. She jumped up and didn’t bother to put the lid back but just ran like hell. She needed to find a man-hole closer to her savior. Fast!
Her head ran through the terrain of Gotham City, following her scattered plan. Hopefully she would be in time to save the guys ass. Though a time like this it would probably have been the best idea to only thing about her own well being. Hell she was hurt bad, bleeding into her own eyes actually and would probably have been about to collapse if not the adrenalin. This was actually a good rush…
A quick turn and she jumped onto the man-hole cover, lifting and pushing, and the wonderful sound of heavy breathing and fast footsteps met her ear, and coming her direction. She had found the right place!
“Dude!” she called out into the hole, sticking her head down in hopes of seeing the guy. “Get your ass up here!” she pulled back, since she didn’t want to be dragged by her feet into the sewer again, and especially not since it would probably be head first again. There wasn’t really much more to do now, other than hope that the guy would use thing opportunity.
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Post by Animal on Nov 5, 2012 4:26:29 GMT -5
Animal didn’t notice that Croc had leaped into the water, he only heard the splash behind him and he realized that he was in trouble. If croc had entered the water he would be a lot faster, which Animal not would be able to keep up with the speed. But there was no time to look back, if he looked over his shoulder he would temporarily lose some speed and this was not the time and place to lose speed when he had a bigger predator than himself somewhere behind him.
A bright light appeared further ahead on his route, but with the night vision toggled on the light was more a hindrance than an actual help. Besides, if he had to make a getaway, trying to climb up a ladder would not be the ideal way up. He heard a girl’s voice telling him to get up to the surface, how did she know he was down there?
He chose to ignore what was yelled at him and passed along the stairs, he had gotten an idea. Animal turned on the soundproof system in his mask and made a call via the wireless phone installed in the mask. ''Instinct'' ''Instinct, I’ve got Killer Croc on my tail, get me the fuck out of here!'' ''where are you?'' ''activating the tracking device, set coordinates to the Gotham Sewer System'' ''standby'' Animal kept sprinting along the water and activated the tracking device so that Instinct would be able to locate him. ''turn right in 5 meters'' Animal sprinted the last 5 meters and made a quick to turn.
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