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Hillan
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STATUS: "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait." 2 yrs ago
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"When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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He was technically 17.
Yay.
Still though #Fuckthepolice.
Yay.
Still though #Fuckthepolice.
Jason hadn't returned to the simulation room after his smoke-break. He had hit the gym, after changing into jogging pants, tank-top and removed his shoes. He had done acrobatic exercise, push-ups, sit-ups, and trained his martial arts on one of the many rather harshly beaten dummys. Letting out a roar, he punched one last time on the dummy, his fist colliding with it, sending the dummy swinging backwards. Jason panted slightly, sweat running down his face. He looked at the digital stop-watch he had in his pocket. The watch displaying both time, and how many hits the former boy-wonder had delivered. “Shit. Not fast enough.” Jason cursed. He sipped from the water-bottle he carried with him, as he groaned again. Taking a few steps towards the exit of the gym, towards the shower-room. He turned around, spinning on his heel, towards the boxing-sack. Kicking the sack so hard it tore off it's hinghes, the sack sliding on the floor as Jason left the gym.
He showered, and came back to his room, to find a message on his phone. “Nine Minutes ago. Rose.”
He read it, but didn't bother to respond. He put on his costume from his bag. The protective gear seeming baggy on his body, till he pressed a button, and the costume fit nicely on his well-toned body. He put on a pair of black leather pants over the tight suit, as well as his brown leather jacket. The red domino mask was on his face, the boy fixing his hair for a second. He grabbed his utility belt and strapped it around his waist, holding the pants in place. He grabbed the red helmet as he walked out of his room and towards the outside of the tower, passing Iron Fist on the way.
“Heading out. Boy-Wonder business. I'll be back.. Later. You owe me a real tour of this place.. And a sparring match!” Jason informed his senior before he'd headout and take his motorcycle towards his and Rose's usual hang-out.
Gowi said
Due to forced writing, yeah.You mean the team that is BABYSITTED and MANDATED by the Justice League? Bahahahahahaha
Not according to the OP, they aren't. They're the most solo-team there is. Though, I'mma rewrite his backstory and put him in II, I think.
No sweat, buddy! We understand, take your time and hang in there.
DS is as master at assasination.
We have a Kryptonian, a Spider-Clone, a boy wonder, an arrow and arguably the most powerful martial artist in the world watching our backs.
I think the team'll be fine. :P
We have a Kryptonian, a Spider-Clone, a boy wonder, an arrow and arguably the most powerful martial artist in the world watching our backs.
I think the team'll be fine. :P
DeathstrokeSW said
Jason Todd! You raped my daughter & taught her to smoke?! Are you TRYING to make it easier for Slade to hate the titans? A year ago she was 15! You were 18! That's statutory right there!
#Fuckthepolice
#AndDeathstrokesdaughter.
Thomas would've finished watching the TV, before he'd get ready for the dance. Then a thought hit him. “Well.. Ma' did tell me to wear it..” He let out a light sigh, walking to his bedroom. He dug into a box in his wardrobe, opening the box a red bow-tie lied. Thomas buttoned his shirt properly, and then tied the bow-tie to his neck. He got his keys and headed out his apartment, walking down the stairs. He started up his pickup truck and headed towards the dance.
He was gonna be late to the dance, it seemed, at least by a few minutes. He parked his car, and walked to the gym, he got his drink and leaned against the wall, enjoying the welcoming drink. He watched as several faces he recognized were at the dance, enjoying themselves. He scoffed lightly, as he finished up his drink, just as a girl, another senior approached Thomas.
“Hi, Thomas, right?” She said, as the tall Texan nodded. “You wanna dance?” She asked him, and Thomas smiled and nodded. “Sure.”
Thomas wasn't much for the upbeat music. He was a good dancer, as long as it was actual dancing. This just felt rather wrong. Inbetween the songs, Thomas learned that the girls name was Tiffany Reid, she'd lived in Kilbride all her life. Thomas equally told her his full name, and that he had more or less just moved here.
The slow song came on, and Tiffany wanted Thomas to dance with him, but he had noticed something. “Sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” He excused himself with a obviously worried face, she nodded. Thomas looked back a few moments later, just to see her dance with someone else. It didn't bother him, he had other matters to think about. Thomas had already gotten into the bathroom when the bullets ran out in the gym. He dug into his pocket and got out the mask, putting it onto his face, he saw a vest and a women's blouse hanging in the bathroom. Thomas tied the blouse around his waist, and then put the vest over his torso, the vest fitting him strangely well. “One of the jocks wore this?” Thomas let out, keeping his calm. He removed his tie, putting it into the pocket, as he hauled himself up onto the sizeable bathroom window. Thomas thought to himself what his course of action should be here.
Part of him wanted to just spur his wings. But he had no way to hide his identity then, not to mention that it exhausted him very greatly to either grow or retract the wings. No, his plan was a simple one. Thomas opened the window, and crawled outside, carefully. He saw a guard watching the entrance, the man was in a gorilla mask and holding a machine pistol.
Thomas made his way, silently to his car on the parking lot, getting out his hat. He also walked to another pickup truck, closer to the gym. Elbowing the window, no alarm. He hotwired it, killing the lights in it, and drove towards the gym, so that the car had a clear pathway to the gym. Thomas put the car in drive, and then put a rock on the gas, making the car come driving towards the doors in the gym, towards the guard.
The guard noticed the car when it was about 15 meters from him, as it had already been dark, and the sound from inside made the cars engine harder to distinguise. The thug fired several rounds into the car, but naturally, the car didn't stop, there was no driver, after all. He dashed to the side just as the car came for him, hitting the wall where the doors were, tearing into the wall, and breaking down one of the doors.
The guard was crawling to his feet, as the masked man kicked him in the face, knocking him out.
He was gonna be late to the dance, it seemed, at least by a few minutes. He parked his car, and walked to the gym, he got his drink and leaned against the wall, enjoying the welcoming drink. He watched as several faces he recognized were at the dance, enjoying themselves. He scoffed lightly, as he finished up his drink, just as a girl, another senior approached Thomas.
“Hi, Thomas, right?” She said, as the tall Texan nodded. “You wanna dance?” She asked him, and Thomas smiled and nodded. “Sure.”
Thomas wasn't much for the upbeat music. He was a good dancer, as long as it was actual dancing. This just felt rather wrong. Inbetween the songs, Thomas learned that the girls name was Tiffany Reid, she'd lived in Kilbride all her life. Thomas equally told her his full name, and that he had more or less just moved here.
The slow song came on, and Tiffany wanted Thomas to dance with him, but he had noticed something. “Sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” He excused himself with a obviously worried face, she nodded. Thomas looked back a few moments later, just to see her dance with someone else. It didn't bother him, he had other matters to think about. Thomas had already gotten into the bathroom when the bullets ran out in the gym. He dug into his pocket and got out the mask, putting it onto his face, he saw a vest and a women's blouse hanging in the bathroom. Thomas tied the blouse around his waist, and then put the vest over his torso, the vest fitting him strangely well. “One of the jocks wore this?” Thomas let out, keeping his calm. He removed his tie, putting it into the pocket, as he hauled himself up onto the sizeable bathroom window. Thomas thought to himself what his course of action should be here.
Part of him wanted to just spur his wings. But he had no way to hide his identity then, not to mention that it exhausted him very greatly to either grow or retract the wings. No, his plan was a simple one. Thomas opened the window, and crawled outside, carefully. He saw a guard watching the entrance, the man was in a gorilla mask and holding a machine pistol.
Thomas made his way, silently to his car on the parking lot, getting out his hat. He also walked to another pickup truck, closer to the gym. Elbowing the window, no alarm. He hotwired it, killing the lights in it, and drove towards the gym, so that the car had a clear pathway to the gym. Thomas put the car in drive, and then put a rock on the gas, making the car come driving towards the doors in the gym, towards the guard.
The guard noticed the car when it was about 15 meters from him, as it had already been dark, and the sound from inside made the cars engine harder to distinguise. The thug fired several rounds into the car, but naturally, the car didn't stop, there was no driver, after all. He dashed to the side just as the car came for him, hitting the wall where the doors were, tearing into the wall, and breaking down one of the doors.
The guard was crawling to his feet, as the masked man kicked him in the face, knocking him out.
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