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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 19, 2012 1:58:34 GMT -5
HEARD OF SOME VANS LOADED WITH WEAPONS  ( packed up and ready to go )HEARD OF SOME GRAVE SITES
After much wandering and scouting Stromy found herself an old building to stay in for the moment. She thought about going to the police, however she would likely be claimed dead or would come off as some crazy person. It also was probably not a safe or good choice to inform the police of her situation. The idea of going to another lab and having people poking and prodding her with medical equipment to figure out her composure was not at all an appealing one. The last thing she wanted to put up with at the moment was that sort of setting.
The building she found turned out to be a condemned and abandoned florist. Most of the roof had been caved in and the building's brick walls were overrun with ivy, flowers, and weeds, of course. The green house was still intact for the most part and was also overtaken by plant life, rain could get in through the cracks in the roof. Stormy found the place to be strangely comforting. Around the building seemed to be a run down neighborhood. She had noted while some houses looked like they were poorly taken care of some of the others were actually remarkably well groomed. It was probably a typical Gotham neighborhood. She had also made note of any vandalism she came across. It was important to know the activeness of a local posse or gang just to know of the chances of getting bothered by them.
Stormy had mulled about the green house and moved a few things around. She found some old couch cushions and some egg crate to fashion a bed out of. There had been some tattered old moving blankets she found in the brick part of the building itself she would use as well. She had spent most of the last few hours scavenging around the building, trying to find anything useful like tools or materials. She finally took a moment to sit down, but she chose to sit outside as to watch for some activity. She figured she might be staying here for a little while, getting more familiar with the area would be a good thing to do early on.
A smell wafting toward her from one of the better kept houses caugh her attention. Her stomach growled like an angry beast. It had been over eighteen hours since she had eaten something. She had been neglecting to eat as she was still processing the last few hours. She considered her options; scavenge, hunt something, or steal. Scavenging might be a problem, she might be seen, and she did not want to get caught rummaging through someone's garbage. Hunting would be difficult because she had no idea what she could hunt, kill, and eat in this urban habitat. Stealing sounded like the best option, but again, she didn't want to get caught doing it. Also, she couldn't help but feel bad, she knew stealing was not the right-
Stormy turned her head when she heard a loud bang nearby. Instinctively she sprinted toward it. She heard a scream and then someone yelling. After a few seconds she found herself in a narrow little alley way. A woman was backing away from a man with a gun. Stormy, in a quick decision, assaulted the man from behind. She had knocked the gun from his hand by grabbing his arm and jerking it back. She turned him to her by his arm and used her left hand to lift him in the air by his throat. Her eyes were blinding they were so bright. The mugger tried to scream and kick but Stormy was unfazed by his struggling. A deep growl rose from the bottom of her throat as she hurtled him to the dead end at the end of the alley. Her hit the wall, hard, and slid down slowly. Stormy went to him to ensure he was knocked out, at least. Stormy lightly slapped him on the cheek a few times, he didn't respond. She could see he was still breathing, even if it was strained as he just got the wind knocked out of him as well.
"You... thank you. He could have killed me, thankfully he was a bad shot."
The woman had dropped her two brown bags full of groceries in the alleyway. Stormy had noticed the food scattered about on the ground. The woman, while obviously frightened, was handling it well. She noticed the brightness of Stormy's eyes and the fact that she was dressed like she had escaped a hospital. Her expression grew into one of concern.
"Sweetheat, is everything ok? You look like you just got out of a hospital."
Stormy suddenly looked to the woman. She shook her head furiously.
"I am fine ma'am. Please do not worry, I am fine."
Stormy's eyes went back to the fruit, vegetables, and other assorted things on the ground. The woman noticed her focus on the food. The woman began to gather it back together placing it in the bags. Stormy sort of turned, almost like she was ashamed. The woman got it all back in the bags quickly and when she looked up she saw that Stormy was starting to walk away.
"No wait, come back. You can have all this, child. It's yours."
Stormy turned back to her and approached hesitantly.
"Are you... sure?"
The woman smiled to her and shaved the bags into her arms. She placed her hand on Stormy's cheek and patted it lightly. The woman was easily in her 50s, hell, she was probably someone's grandmother.
"You just saved my life. You are staring at them like you need them more than I do. Now, go. I am calling the police to clean this mess up, and I have a feeling you don't want to talk to the police."
Stormy watched the woman for a moment. She cocked her head, it had been so long since someone had showed kindness to Stormy that she didn't even know how to respond to it. Hastily, Stormy sort of bowed her head and shoulders and then took off back to her little haven.
Upon returning to her new found home Stormy began tearing through the bags. She found a pair of steaks in the bag. She shredded the plastic wrapping away and began tearing her way into the raw steaks. They would go bad if she did not eat them and she was much too hungry to even think about to cooking them.
As the old woman retrieved her phone to call the police she took the bullets from the mugger's gun. She caught site of Stormy disappearing into the old florist shop. She would remember that place from now on.
OUT BY THE HIGHWAY ---
A PLACE WHERE NOBODY GOES
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Post by raygn on Mar 20, 2012 5:25:32 GMT -5
Grey-skull had been wondering around the slum for a bit, just get out some aggression as he did once in a while, as he wondered around finding something he wanted to get involved in. after a while he heard a gun fire. he rushed towards it, but it was so very far away, at that point he had given up all hope of saving anyone, but he wanted to catch the shooter.
but when he finally arrived, the matter had already been taken care of, and some weird very young girl, picking up some bags of food, from an old lady.
"hmmm.." he thought to himself " i wonder what went on here"
he noticed the beaten man and the other end of the ally, and raised his eyebrows
" what the hell went on here, the old lady obviously is not upset enough to be mugged... did the girl do this i wonder, but i better follow her and find out some more about her".
he waited for a bit till the girl started to leave, and followed her as stealthy as he could but she was fast, she was actually faster then him. he had to stop and think a few times along the way, till he saw her run off, towards the green house. he took he hand to his mask, shook his head, and thought
" why are women so fond of plants, i will never understand".
he removed his hand. " but there is still something odd about her, so lets see"
he moved closer and ended up sneaking all the way up the building, he peaked in through an opening.
"food?, is that what she did all this for, food? hmmm maybe she is a prodigy".
he sneaked around the building, too what would seem like the front entrance, walked in like nothing had happen, but still being on his guard, he did not know this woman.
"greetings, I am Grey-skull, and if your gonna eat like that may i advise you start the something else, then the meat that might be carrying diseases in a raw state?"
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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 20, 2012 12:49:53 GMT -5
THE SOUND OF GUNFIRE ( off in the distance )I'M GETTING USED TO IT NOW
Stormy had sensed someone, not the old woman, in her vicinity. As she turned her head, there he was. She had no idea who he was but the amount of equipment on his person suggested he was not just some local thug. She remained sitting in her spot, and eating her steaks. She had eaten most of the first one, the second one was still wrapped. She wiped her mouth with her arm before speaking back to him.
"I am not concerned for that, I will be fine."
When she looked at him he would see her glowing green eyes. Obviously she was not normal. She set aside the second steak and delved into the bag once again. She pulled out a bag of tomatoes. She pulled one out of the bag and began to eat it. It had been a while since she had a raw tomato. When she was a kid she would make tomato sandwiches by lightly toasting and buttering some bread and slicing home grown Roma tomatoes her father and her grew in a small garden at their residence. Sometimes she add cheese and bell pepper and grill it. That memory made her wish she had a stove and some power running to it, but this would make due for now.
After eating about half of her tomato she wiped her mouth again, looking to her 'guest.'
"If you're looking for a chat buddy I'm not much for talking. If you seek an enemy I advise against choosing myself."
She continued to eat her tomato. Her hair was a black mass of tangles around and upon her head. Her shirt and shorts were dirty and wearing in a few places. Her hospital gown was essentially a rag hanging off her shoulders, shredded and dirty. Her bare feet looked like they had seen better days. She was just thankful to have something to eat. Gotham is an even rougher town on an empty stomach.
While looking like a mess she was still a beautiful girl. With some cleaning up she would likely hypnotize to with such looks. Stormy was not the type to believe that she was anymore attractive than anyone else. She never understood it when a guard or one of Luthor's cronies would stare at her for longer than expected. It had made her uncomfortable. She was a pretty child, however Luthor had made it clear to his scientists to avoid deforming her in anyway physically. He felt it was of great importance that she be as attractive as she was deadly.
Upon finishing her tomato she wiped her hands and face with part of her hospital gown. Reaching into one of the grocery bags again she found some grapes. She took them out and began eating them. She looked up to Gray Skull once again and eyes his mask.
"What are you? A zombie?"
LIVED IN A BROWNSTONE, LIVED IN THE GHETTO ---
I'VE LIVED ALLOVER THIS TOWN
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Post by raygn on Mar 20, 2012 13:20:35 GMT -5
as she gradually went through her food, Grey Skull slowly walked closer.
he watched as she ate her way through the tomato's.
"hmm... something is different about this one" he though as he walked "it is almost wrong, but i can't just leave her here, i mean she can clearly survive when she needs to, and she is obviously far from helpless"
his mind went in conflict as he steadily moved closer. his practical thought pattern kept telling him:
" she is dead weight and obviously insane she would only bring more trouble into your life"
at the same time the more passionate part told him:
"this poor soul needs someone to help her, not in the sense of pure protection, but she needs a helping hand, someone she can trust and come to for help"
he had to choose and soon, otherwise the choice would be made for him.
as he came close and she dug out the grapes, and asked him the question "What are you? A zombie?"
for a short second he could have sworn it was his kid sister. and all his heavy thinking, emotions in conflict, combined with the thought of his sister, and the humor of this stranger. it all got released into the air. It was a sound that had not been heard for many years, his laughter, he literally burst into laughter.
he almost fell to a sitting position as he laughed, for the first time in many years.
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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 20, 2012 18:16:49 GMT -5
THIS AIN'T NO PARTY ( this ain't no disco )THIS AIN'T NO FOOLIN' AROUND
She raised a brow at him as he laughed and fell over into a sit. She could tell he wasn't going to leave her be now. Maybe he had some resources she could put to good use, though she did spend the better part of her evening setting up camp in this little green house/old florist shop. She continued to eat her grapes.
What was so funny anyway? she thought. His outfit was, in her opinion, strange and very conspicuous. If she had passed him on the street she would have made sure to avoid him. He looked like a criminal and very well could be for all Stormy knew. That made her wonder what her own status was.
When she was kidnapped she was, of course, reported missing. It had been over ten years and her father, her only living relative, was dead. She wondered if she was listed or at least assumed dead. Also, what if she went to through the proper channels and basically let them know she was alive? She figured Luthor would have his way of knowing if and when she did that. Luthor couldn't just come take her again, a second disappearance would probably create suspicion among the authorities and what have you.
Stormy was undecided as to whether she wanted to remain an anonymous face in Gotham or to come forward and let it be known that she was around. Both had pros and cons, but she could take a little time to make that decision. She would not be able to make money, at least honestly, if she didn't have her proper paperwork, so that would be a problem.
Stormy looked to her guest once again, raising her brow again.
"So what's with the giddup? And the mask? You look weird."
She took the grapevine and offered it to him, you know, because he might like grapes too or be wanting a snack. Stormy was fed decently by Luthor's diet. They seemed to feed her a very minimal amount of protein. After busting out she figured they probably did that to keep her in a weakened state. She realized that she was being controlled all these years and now she was free of that. It is a strange but welcome sensation. It will be tough to make it around this city, but at least she wasn't a lab rat anymore. That was good.
NO TIME FOR DANCING OR LOVEY DOVEY ---
I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THAT NOW
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Post by raygn on Mar 20, 2012 18:57:44 GMT -5
Skull kept laughing until he was asked the question
"So what's with the giddup? And the mask? You look weird."
he suddenly stopped as if there was a turn of switch and it had been activated.
he looked at her with a serious look, though she probably wouldn't be able to see it.
"its mostly for combat, but only a narrow minded one, only sees how it is weapons. we must be open minded and see as many uses for them as possible, speaking of which, here is the simplest and most common of them all"
he pulled out a combat knife while saying the last bit, flipped it around in his hand, so the handle faced towards Stormy, "use this to eat with, i know you don't need it, but word of friendly advice, if you can't avoid people, blend in."
he stretches his arm to hand her the knife.
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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 23, 2012 11:13:21 GMT -5
THIS AIN'T NO PARTY ( this ain't no disco )THIS AIN'T NO FOOLIN' AROUND
She looked at him as she took the knife from him. Her gaze turned to the knife. She observed the blade, touching it with the tip on one of her fingers very lightly. She could tell it was very sharp and it was well polished, he took good care of it, indeed. Her petite hand made it look even bigger than when he was holding it. The blade glinted and reflected the light of the moon and the lights of the city above.
Stormy tossed it in the air and caught it as it came back down, with eh blade down, and stabbed a tomato all in one swift motion. She pulled the tomato off the blade and then wiped the blade with part of her gown, wanting to keep it clean. After a few moments of getting a feel for it's balance and weight she started to hand it back to him.
"You're giving this to me? You don't even know who II am. How can you trust so easily?"
Trust was something Stormy had a lot of difficulty with. She still didn't trust this man giving her a knife. Not because she was rude or paranoid, but because she's been at the mercy of so many people for so long that obviously did not care about her but more for what they were doing to her. Stormy would take some time to start trusting people again, which she should. Gotham has got some shady personalities around. Gotham would never be a city for the faint of heart. Everyone in Gotham had to learn to take on the madness as it came and to play it by ear as best they can.
Stormy had never been told much about the happenings in Gotham over the last decade. Occasionally though something catastrophic would happen and she would notice the moods and the worries of the scientists assigned to working on her. She remembered her father speaking of how sad it was that Gotham had become so terrible after they had moved back when she was a child. She could tell the city broke his heart.
NO TIME FOR DANCING OR LOVEY DOVEY ---
I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THAT NOW
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Post by raygn on Mar 23, 2012 11:57:08 GMT -5
a faint light of happiness started to light up the deep, cold, and hurting catacombs of his heart, as she took the knife off his hand, he watched as she started to "play" with the knife, he liked the way she studied it, and the way she naturally just knew how the blade worked, and how to handle it.
he had a brief reflex reaction when she threw it into the ground, but he didn't do anything drastic.
and after she asked the question: "You're giving this to me? You don't even know who II am. How can you trust so easily?"
he sat and thought about for a second, then he answered.
"Its not that i have trust in you so much as my instincts about you, does that make sense to you?"
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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 26, 2012 0:09:02 GMT -5
TRANSMIT THE MESSAGE TO THE RECEIVER ( hope for an answer someday )I GOT THREE PASSPORTS
She almost gave him an insulted look, almost. She nodded her head accordingly, with a slight of grumpiness in the back of her throat.
"Of course I understand the concept, but being that you're in a mask, I assume you're doing something to this city. Hope it's nothin' I'd disapprove of. I was born in this town, y'know."
That was the first time she showed some real personality. She sounded like a true Gothamite. Her eyes began to glow brighter, obviously something stirred in her.
Stormy had a feeling he was probably a decent guy, maybe, even with the zombie mask. That made her think about it in more detail. She, of course, had heard of Batman, some apparent masked vigilante that used to lurk Gotham and put some bad people away, including Bane and Ivy. Maybe this mask thing might be a way to find them,
Stormy knew she would need to meet each of them, preferably individually rather than together. Getting information or into a fight with them apart from one another would be much wiser than having a pow wow with each.
Stormy knew they were both exceedingly dangerous personalities, however, in the worst way, they were the best people to get some information from and even learn more about her own capabilities from. Stormy didn't know which one could be more dangerous. Ivy would be most dangerous in her element, but Bane, from what Stormy understood, was rather clever for a Brute. In a weird way, they were almost like parents, she had been altered to hone specific strengths they each had. Stormy never liked hearing about them, they seemed like terrible people, however they wouldn't have to know that when she came across each of them in, hopefully, the near future.
Suddenly, after spending a moment in her thoughts, Stormy turned her head to Grey Skull once again, her eyes glowing even a little brighter than the moment before.
"Look, whether or not you're an asshole, I need some certain folk to think I am one. I need to meet the fugitive known as Bane and the Arkham regular known as Poison Ivy. Separately would be preferred, however, if it I have to convene with them together, I am willing to do so. You know much about the, hmm, colorful personalities of Gotham, so to speak?
Stormy didn't hesitate, she cut the chase. She understood the key to getting what she wanted may be in posing herself to appear to be on the side of the Rogue's Gallery. Infiltration was something she saw as very useful.
AND A COUPLE OF VISAS ---
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY REAL NAME
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Post by raygn on Mar 26, 2012 10:52:02 GMT -5
Grey skull was surprised, a girl with so much pain, so much hate, and so much strength, had within minutes entrusted her plans to him.
he thought about it for a second, he was convinced he could, the question was, whether he should.
in these short moments he had known her, she had already grown on him, probably mostly cause of his long life in pain. but then he came to a conclusion.
"Okay i will help you, but in return you must let me teach what i know that you don't already know, deal?"
he reached out with his arm, his hand hoping for a hand shake, which would indicate that she had agreed to his terms.
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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 26, 2012 17:50:59 GMT -5
HIGH ON A HILLSIDE ( trucks are loading )EVERYTHING IS READY TO ROLL
For the first time in quite some time Stormy smiled. She reached her hand over and shook his. Her grip was stronger and firmer than should be expected.
"You can call me Stormy, but I guess we'll have to come up with something more interesting in the future."
Of course, she was referencing to what may be a future under a mask. That was a wild thought, but apparently, it was a way to get around in this town, nowadays. Still, going to the police and reporting herself to be indeed in existence would be something she may want to at least put off for now. Maybe becoming a media darling would keep her safe from Luthor's grasp, but she was pretty sure she could keep herself safe from him without that.
Gotham looked a lot less bleak with that thought running through her mind. The first priority in the morning, though, would be to get some clothes. maybe make a little money somehow. She could figure something out, she knew it. It would probably indeed require her to approach the police department and maybe even see a few records and files on her case. It may be a path to answer some questions involving her father.
There were a lot of things to think about, but sleep and working on some clean clothes and other necessities in the morning were at the top of her priority list. Also, a shower would be good too, her hair was a mangled, tangled mess. Yeah, that kind of stuff was important, despite the bigger objectives.
Yes, things were looking a little brighter for Stormy.
I SLEEP IN THE DAY TIME, I WORK IN THE NIGHTTIME ---
I MIGHT NOT EVER GET HOME
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Post by raygn on Mar 28, 2012 12:53:04 GMT -5
as she presents herself he smiles underneath his mask, a warm feeling spread inside his chest, something about this girl was putting him in a good mood.
he shook her hand, not so surprised at her strength, after all she did leave that thug in the ally like that.
"ok to begin with we need to get you some clothes, do you want some mony and go buy it yourself or?"
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Post by Stormy Evening on Mar 29, 2012 14:46:51 GMT -5
THIS AIN'T NO PARTY( this ain't no disco )THIS AIN'T NO FOOLIN' AROUND
Stormy thought for a moment and nodded to him.
"Yeah, some clothes and maybe a shower would be good, but I may hold off on that. I've been listed as a missing person for about ten years, so maybe I should go see the police as is. Or maybe it would be better to look nicer before I go do that. Not sure, either way, clothes would be nice.
She dug into her bags of food once again after eating her fill of grapes. She reached in seeking something not so sweet. She found a box of crackers that peaked her interest. She also found some cheese. Well that sounded nice. She began eating the cheese and crackers casually.
Going to the police was probably the best thing to do, but staying nameless to the city might be a good thing too. Stormy then thought about her father and finding his grave. Going to the police would eventually lead her to speaking with her father's attorney, so that might get her a roof over her head or something. Yeah, going to the Police would be the priority now.
"Yeah, and if I want to make any money or be gainfully employed I need to get that done so I can get an ID and all my social security information, as well as any information from the family attorney as well. It has been a long time, indeed."
She also may be able to slyly acquire some information on Bane and Poison Ivy from the police. Telling them she was genetically altered to model key traits they each possessed would probably not be wise or safe, though she had faith in the police, she imagined they would not have much faith in her if she told them something like that. They would probably think she's a lunatic.
Yep, tomorrow promised to be a busy day for the girl.
THIS AIN'T NO MUDD CLUB, OR C.B.G.B. ---
I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THAT NOW
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Post by raygn on Mar 30, 2012 16:08:39 GMT -5
Grey skull smiled, she was being a child and a grown up all on the same time, not able to settle with one or the other. he paused thinking of something clever to say, but he settles with.
"listen i don't know what your running from or how they made you vanish, but you need to take some time to find out what is what and who is who, you need to be prepared for when you face whatever demons is plaguing your mind, i can help you achieve all this, but you need to be patient, let me help you, i can teach you how, train you in ways of inner control, different martial arts, how to gain intell, and how to use it to prepare yourself for what your facing, do we have an agreement?"
he took off his mask, and looked at her with a face so serious it would make a dead man listen.
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