Polyphemus

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

SIXGUN

Sixgun was unable to sleep. Too many thoughts racing around his head, not to mention Pariah's occasional updates. Just because that man got by on three hours a night didn't mean everyone else had to. Instead, he had taken to spells of sitting quietly, punctuated by pacing the room with a cigarette in his mouth. The factory tobacco wasn't a patch on the old-fashioned stuff, but it helped calm his jangling. Just in one night, he had almost been beaten, shot, stabbed, magicked, and other things he couldn't describe.

The 21st Century was weird.

Time seemed to pass slowly, the individual minutes taking forever, but still every time he looked at the clock he was shocked by how much time had passed. He shook his head. The air in this smoke-filled room had grown stale. Sixgun sighed to himself, stepped out in the hallway hoping for a breath of fresher air.

He was greeted by a bizarre sight, a man dressed entirely in black with a steel helmet covering his head. "Now you is an odd-lookin' feller," he said, slipping back into his Ross character. "How do you breathe in that bubble? Fletcher Ross, by the by. Pleased to make your ah-quaint-ence."

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SONJA

Somewhere in the middle of it, something jarred her and she snapped back into delirious wakefulness. Engines hummed- she must be on one of the VTOLs back to the Hall.

Something had happened, something terrible. "Hot Rod, Light- are they okay?" she mumbled. "And Volt?" Someone patted her hand, told her to rest, but Sonja ignored it judiciously. "Did we win?"

The memory flooded back, the sickening crunch that had been the last thing she heard before passing out. "Sarin. I need to know what happened to Sarin." Unconsciousness tugged at Sonja, but she refused to pass out again until her questions had been answered. She felt the weight of the Stan Musial bat next to her. Someone had picked it up, set it next to her on her gurney. It made her queasy to be near it. If it turned out she had killed Sarin, she would ditch the bat. That simple. She didn't want a reminder.

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QuietThinker said
True. Very true.Are we both waiting for the other to post?

Think so.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Silent Observer said
I was listening to the radio and Shinedown's "Sound of Madness" came on... it reminded me of this RP and Poly's character in particular.

Works very nicely! Though I had a different theme in mind.

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QuietThinker said
Come on Poly! Sixgun and Wire have a mission!

But we're both asleeeeeeeep.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Yeah, sorry that I didn't wait for Konica. Coop is just too much fun to write, really.

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Still here, just waiting for a sensible time to work myself back into the plot.

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Cooper was scared. More accurately, he wasn't exactly scared of Reed. He was more scared of the fact that Reed wasn't scared of him. Clearly, the man was completely unhinged, all of his ridiculous self-righteousness having gone to his head. His bit about wanting this to go "without some idiot threatening violence" was somewhat undermined by the moaning of the man out in the hallway. You know, the one Reed had punched for absolutely no reason. Still, he had to fight the panic rising up in him and act like he was in control.

"Scars don't impress me, pal, if you were that fucking good you wouldn't have been shot in the first place," he found himself saying. Did he own any scars? He couldn't remember. Probably not. The logorrhea continued, like it usually did when he was agitated. "Christ, listen to yourself! All I'm trying to do is keep my friend safe, and you're acting like I've put the gun up your ass and pulled the trigger! Or if I put the gun up your ass and just left it there. Whichever one is worse, both sound equally unpleasant!"

He waved carelessly around the room as he worked himself up. "I mean, come the fuck on, dude! All this mysterious petty bullshit about Mari and 'a friend' and shit like she was some kind of perfect angel, too good for this sinful fucking earth, on a white pedestal. Do you even fucking know who she was, man, who she really was? Huh? She used drugs, for starters. Habitually and for recreation. And you ought to see the fucking church she went to! I mean, Jesus, dude, what planet are you on? Why are you on my case, anyways? I'm going out of my way to try and find out who killed her and shit. Detective work, fool! I'm the good guy here!"

With that, Cooper plopped down into one of the chairs, sulking. This guy just didn't get it at all.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Young Buscemi is a good choice, he's got that dried-up weasel look.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Coops' appearance? Think Yngwie Malmsteen with bad teeth.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Coops isn't getting his way. Hope everyone is prepared to tour the whinery.