Fabricant451

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

If Hope ever throws up the signal and the kids show up she's probably gonna just give up right then and there

Ban the Person above you

Banned because your souffle collapsed

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@HaleyTheRandom I figure she won't be the only one, haha

The Lost ~Currently Not Accepting~

I see one way Phil and Cass may become friends. Alex tricks them into going into the same room then locks the door until they become friends.

@alexfangtalon

I'm pretty sure this would make Alex an accessory to murder

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

As far as combat rating or whatever is concerned, all I know is Hope has a 10/10 in the sass meter and a 20/10 in the 'will seriously punch any mafia person so hard' meter

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

I did a thing and I make no apologies but also maybe some apologies

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

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Location; Main Hall
Interacting With; Damn Near Everyone; Special Shouts to Fauna @foxygen

_{'Fuck my life. I love my life. Fuck my life. I love my life. Fuck my life.'}

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If there was one word that came to mind not just describing the green people she had been so...quickly introduced to, but also the other campers that she was slowly learning about through eavesdropped conversations and self introductions...the word would be spirited. How else could she describe some of the more eccentricities that she was observing? Sure, eccentric was a word but that often came with such negative connotations and at present Nicoletta wasn't quite sure if there was anything overtly negative about the people that had spoken to her or who had been the first to introduce themselves. Well, sure Fauna was sitting incredibly close to her...but that was not at all a negative thing in Nicoletta's mind, despite it having the side effect of Nicoletta reddening up more than a plump tomato about to cut for the Soriano's famous sauce.

Being shown off like she was a special entry in a museum didn't even bother her all that much. It was weird, that was for certain, but she was more than willing to let it slide considering the source. And it really amounted to nothing in the end; the one Fauna was motioning to...Nathan was it? well whoever it was never completed the journey to introduce himself to Nicoletta instead taking the moment to introduce himself in a more literal sense right there along with his twin.

In a moment, the blush of being close to a girl she wanted desperately not to embarrass herself in front of vanished only to be replaced by a stunned expression of doubt and shock. They had to introduce themselves? Like to the entire hall? Like to people? It was one thing when it was just Shawn, and he was the one that did the introduction in that case; Boss Tis and Fauna filed in after that. Nicoletta hadn't taken the initiative in that scenario and knowing that she'd have to speak up about a topic she was somehow unable to really discuss at length was starting to really worry her.

How the hell was she supposed to introduce herself when the only things she knew about herself anymore was her name, birthday, and her shoe size?

The ones that went first seemed used to this whole thing, and Nicoletta took note that there was some sort of...pride in their teams. Was that normal? Was she supposed to treat the Green Team like she was rooting for Serena Williams? Or like she was rooting for Italy at the Olympics? The first girl had hobbies. Interests. A member of the red team spoke more like someone making a threat than an introduction. Another red even had the balls to do something as embarrassing as admitting to what sounded like a crush.

These people were not eccentric. That's why Nicoletta thought that they had to be...spirited.

The blush returned for a moment when another green team member, this one new to Nicoletta's eyes, spoke up. She said something about fashion and pink but really Nicoletta couldn't stop staring at her face. It was, well, pretty. She knew very little about the other teams outside of what she was hearing now (that being pride and lots of shouting?) but she did know that between Fauna and this...was it Adielle? Like the singer but Adi? Between Fauna and Adielle it was clear to Nicoletta that green team had the prettiest faces. Or at least the top two.

Before Nicoletta could ask questions as to whether or not these were mandatory, Boss Tis had already gone and whooped out her intro in what Nico was sure had to be a foreign language. A different set of twins followed after her and even Shawn got in on the action. Then came a silence after a purple guy mentioned the outdoors. Someone had to go, right? Were there eyes on her? Was it her turn? WERE THERE EVEN TURNS? It wasn't as if they were in a big circle and tossing a ball around. People just seemed to go when there was a gap.

Through the silence Nicoletta stood from her seat. Only one chance to make a first impression, right? Shooting a quick look to Fauna, perhaps for confidence or perhaps to silently hope the girl was going to go first, Nicoletta looked out at the sea of bodies. If they wanted an intro...she knew just what to say so that they'd remember her and want to be friends. First...first she cleared her throat. And then she spoke.

"Hello there, everyone. My name's Nicoletta Tiziana Soriano and I was born in the great country of Italy. If any of you live in or near Burbank or the greater L.A. area you might know the name Soriano's, or even if you've looked at photos of celebrities you might know the name, but before you ask, yes my family owns a popular Italian restaurant. No that doesn't mean I know how to cook. This is my first time here at this place and it's definitely unlike any sort of...thing I've ever been to. I like tennis and I've got a bag full of sweets to share with a sweetie. And speaking of sweeties, I think I might have a thing for faces which sounds weird I know but I look at Fauna here and I'm just trying to think of some way to ask her to whatever counts as, like, a dating type of camp activity. And I look at you," And Nicoletta would then point at Adi, "And I think the same thing, and it's probably because both of you have faces that I really just want to...gaze into under the stars. But don't let that stop any of you from coming over and saying 'what's up'. I mean, this is a summer camp, right? What happens here stays here or at least travels home with Snapchats after dark, right? Anyway, the name is Nicoletta Soriano, damn happy to be here and repping the green team."

And then of course everyone applauded, her back was given pats, and she even got a victory kiss and all of Camp Liberty spoke of the greatest intro in the history of Camp Liberty intros.

And of course that was all in her head.

Nicoletta did stand up and she did clear her throat but rather than a rousing speech what came out was...

"Uhm...yeah...uh...I...um...Nico...Nicoletta Soriano...um...I...um...green team...h...hi."

Short. Babbling. Soft spoken. Now embarrassed, and wearing it in her face, Nicoletta hurriedly fell back onto her chair only to bury her head in her hands. A career in public speaking was not in the cards.

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Location; Pink Cabin → Main Hall
Interacting With; All Eyes On Me.

<sub>'You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave
Primadonna girl

I know I've got a big ego
I really don't know why it's such a big deal though'</sub>

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Hana rolled her eyes when she heard her phone go off yet again, moments after the rather...colorful interaction with the tweaking twerkster. She raised her index finger to Pippa, who had yet to answer Hana's question, though that was probably for the better; the last thing Hana needed was for people to make weird assumptions about things. Appearances being what they are and all. Back inside the cabin for a moment, Hana read the response from Nessa and nearly broke her phone as she did so.

What was with this girl and her strange manner of texting. Talking was one thing, some people just couldn't help themselves in that regard, but Hana had been over this with Nessa countless times. There was an art to texting. Hana was Michelangelo. Nessa was Jackson Pollock, splattering things on the canvas and calling it art. The canvas was the text message and the splatter was Nessa's words. Still, with a huff, Hana lifted Nessa's pillow and put the pill on the bed proper, hiding them again with the pillow. Now if someone discovered them, it was out of Hana's hands. And Nessa wouldn't rat out. Hana had her airy head wrapped so tightly around her finger it was a wonder it hadn't lost all blood flow.

With the delivery finished, Hana bid farewell to Pippa and decided the best course of action was not to go searching for Nessa but instead to bet on a sure thing. Kitt was on the grounds, somewhere in the main hall, and that's where Hana would go; it was where she was before she decided she'd just as soon go jumping in mud than stick around the gaggle of grays that were around or the other unsavory sorts that wished they could hang with someone like her.

The trek back to the main hall was rather uneventful, save for what sounded like...something on the wind, but Hana paid it no mind. Whatever it was it was probably something stupid.

When Hana opened the doors to the main hall it was during introductions. The stupid blonde girl with the stupid words that made no sense was talking. Yawn. Then Goofus and Gallant did an Abbot and Costello. Dull. Yawn. Yawn. Yawn. Her eyes scanned around for Kitt, for signs of someone with some honest to goodness realness to them. After some mumbling grunge reject failed to make an impression and sat back down with the freaky green kids, Hana rolled her eyes and took the initiative.

"Oh my God, no one cares about your stupid competitions or your team colors. You people just wish you could associate with the Queens of Libery but it's not my fault most of you wouldn't know style and sex appeal if it came up and slapped you in your pock marked faces. Those of you who know who I am already know all you need to about me, and those that don't chances are you're not worth my time anyway or else you'd be in pink. Oh, and by the way, if you're in the gray team, don't talk to me. I'd hate to catch a case of the pathetics. Hana Park, bitches."

Hana so wished she had brought her sunglasses to the hall because it would have been the perfect time to lift them up all smug like. Instead with her little intro out of the way she headed towards wherever someone she liked was hanging around.

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All things considered, she really should not have been surprised by the report. After all, people in a close knit community have a way of finding things out regardless of how well someone tries to hide or cover it up. Her neighbor tried to cover up his infidelity and within a week everyone was whispering about it like it was some big televised event. She understood it, though, the need to report on anything regarding the Ramirez case, she would've even liked to be the one to break the story, but this was hardly reporting. This was speculation and a puff piece interview.

Any person with half a brain could piece together that a dead body, a young one at that, with no previous health issues isn't just an act of God. All this report would do is make her job that much harder.

"Shit!"

Hazel eyes were so absorbed in the news story that she hadn't even noticed the coffee had spilled out of the cup and onto her index finger. Hester Benoit snatched her hand back and shook it as if that would make the minor pain go away faster and sucked on the skin of her finger. The taste of cheap convenience store coffee and residual sweaty skin blended together on her tongue which was a far worse feeling than a now passed coffee spill. The cup that now had brown streaks on the Styrofoam would go to him.

"Coffee and doughnuts in the afternoon, could I get any more cliche?" Hester spoke in a low voice but even still the Southern Louisianan tint to her accent was apparent. It was a drawl that gave every thing she said just an added bit of spice by way of incredulity when she wasn't omitting the 'er' sounds from words, anyway. Two cups of coffee were in front of her while a cream filled doughnut rested on a napkin next to the brew machine.

Hester sighed as she put the lid on the second, stained cup of coffee. She had seen enough of the warm beverage over the past few days to last her a life time and were she not running practically on fumes she would've gravitated towards a cold bottle of water. Water, though, at this point was good only for bathing and for combating sleep by splashing it on her face. The reason why Hester needed coffee was clear in her face. She was a young woman, not entirely without merit in the looks department, but one look at her face and someone might swear she was approaching her forties with how haggard it was looking. Lack of sleep, tons of stress, and endless questions tend to do terrible things to even the healthy bodies. It certainly didn't help that her naturally black hair, cropped short of course, was feeling as if she had just run a marathon through hell with how sticky it felt just sitting atop her head and pressed on her forehead.

After setting the doughnut on top of the lid of the cleaner looking cup, Hester carried both coffees towards the register, behind which sat Preston, a rather jovial old plump of a man who, as far as Hester was aware, had nothing in life other than owning the convenience store. Hester was glad to support the smaller shop; it didn't matter if she went to a gas station or a 7-11 or Preston's, all the coffee tasted the same. At least with Preston it didn't feel so god damned corporate.

"Afternoon, Presson," Hester announced as she set her items down, "Coffee supply gettin' a little low, but you pro'ly ain't replace it since this morn."

"Ain't had the time, 'tective. You heard the Ramirez girl's been murdered? In this town?"

"Murder ain't exclusive to the cities, Presson. Now I ain't confirmin' nothin' or nothin' but I and my partner been runnin' damn near ragged on this. Soon as you ring me up for these drinks we'll be closah'ta solvin' whatever it is happened to poor Olivia Ramirez." Hester, even when running on empty and not wanting to put up with the chattering, big mouthed citizens, still managed to keep her calm attitude and friendly rapport. That, in her mind, was far and away her most useful trait.

After settling up, dropping a five and having Preston keep the change, Hester was on her way out, back to the reality of the situation. She made it out of the shop and into the afternoon heat before putting the doughnut in a far better carrying case: her mouth. Coffees in hand she crossed the parking lot towards a plain, unmarked white Ford Crown Vic, set her coffee cup on the roof and opened the passenger door. Before sitting, she made sure to grab her coffee as she lowered herself into the car.

"Gah yuh cahfhe" Hester said while offering her partner on the case his cup, the one she had overpoured and spilled. It was only after the words, or rather the sounds, left her mouth that she realized she had spoken with a mouthful of pastry. Quickly she chewed the bit in her mouth. "Sorry. Got your coffee, David." She still held the cup out to him as she set hers inbetween her legs a moment in order to shut the door. "Can you believe they've gone'ta press already? As if we know fuck all yet. It ain't the crimes that kill in this job, it's the civilians and their need'a know everythin'."

Hester just wanted this investigation to bear some sort of fruit. If only so she could actually stop to take a breather. Or a decent nap.

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

Before the grand Tate/Luisa collab goes live I'm gonna get up a Hana/Nico post. Figure it's about time people other than green team get to feel protective of Nico.

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Posting on the morrow