Tiger - Abandoned Building - Light
"I bet you could. I didn't hide you in here for your sake, I hid you in here for theirs" the cowboy returned, talking about the gangsters. It was surely obvious at this point that this girls strength was way beyond humans. Therefore, that group of gangsters wouldn't match her at all, regardless their weapons.
The cowboy fixed himself on the seat, but as he returned his gaze to Light, his eyes widened. "Well butter my butt and call me biscuit! I was not expectin' that" tiger exclaimed, taking off his hat to get a better look. "Woah Nellie if that ain't cool!" The cowboy then put his hat back on and couldn't help but stare at was coming.
Light proceeded by taking her sharp fingertips and running them across her fragile skin. Blood goosed out like a regular human, but the wound started to heal itself instantly. It was cell regeneration or something like that. That little demonstration answered one of Tiger's questions. Apparently she did not have indestrutibility, so if anything went wrong, he could always shoot her, though it may not be the brightest idea.
The unexpected continued as she asked about the League, something Tiger hadn't even mentioned, only thought. "Can she also read minds?" Tiger thought too himself, wondering how she knew what he had been thinking. But anyway, he went ahead and started to share his knowledge on the JLA.
"The Justice League is the world's most notorious group if superheroes. Unlike the people you saw this mornin', the JLA is known by everybody. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Cyborg, and Aquaman. These seven heroes saved the world from a villain named Darkseid - the fella could Hoedown! But you know what they say, never kick a cow party on a hot day" Tiger explained, getting off the chair and sitting on the ground, back to wall. "Not all if them folks have powers though. Some are just like me, using technology they acquired. For example, The Batman just got a whole load of gadgets in that Bat-Belt of his. GL just has that fancy ring, but without it, he's just human. So it's just heroes comin' together for a noble cause, real cowboys if you ask me. Wish I could join them one day, but I don't like space. Well, I've never been to it, but I doubt I could ride up there. There's nuthin' better for a mans soul than being free to ride. Best remember that" he finished, slouching down a bit and slanting his hat doe to cover his face. "I think it's time to hit the hay darlin', I think were gonna have a wild mornin' tomorrow" Tiger yawned.
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Tiger - Slums Alleyway - Light
The cowboy lowered his weapons as she told her side of the story. She said she had been stabbed, but here was no sign of blood anywhere, nor any distress on her body. But what took him off guard was what she had said first and foremost. She stated that she was at the scene of the battle with the metas. This caused Tiger to put two and two together and figure out she was also a meta - due to the whole, throwing a man over buildings and stuff.
"Okay darlin', but you can't throw an ordinary human across the sky and stuff, it could kill'em!" the cowboy started. He had a code he lived by, one that gave him the desire to keep living people alive. You may call him cliche with the whole hero thing, but it was just his person, not his alias. It might have started opposite to that theory, but Anthony has learned to be good - at least that's what he believes.
Anyhow, Tiger continued to speak to this lady. "Next time, just.........I don't know...........knock'em out or somethin" the cowboy stated, scratching his head through his hat. Light then commented on his home and the people of it. It was true, nothing much ever happened in the slums. There were never metas around, just thugs who stole from stores and killed when they didn't get what they wanted.
"These are good people out here, they won't call the cops, nobody does nowadays. They're scared of snitching. So........they ain't gonna do anythin' to you don't worry. But regardless, we have to get out of here. The guy you threw, he has a gang, a rather large one. Follow me" he said, running out the alleyway the way he had entered. On the other side of the building, one could hear 'thug slang' from numerous people. "See, there they go" Tiger said, walking normally since the thugs couldn't see them. He then opened the door to some random rundown building. "After you ma'am." He wasn't gonna take her to his house, she would know who he was if he did that.
It was already night time by the time the gang had disappeared and found no trace of them. The cowboy sat in a chair just staring at Light for a couple minutes. "So, you've got super strength. What else can you do?" he asked her, curious of her abilities. He never really envied metas, just saw them as strange. It seemed all metahumans had it rough in this new world, well, except for the ones in the Justice League - the ones labeled actual 'Heroes'.
"I'm Tiger" the cowboy finally introduced himself.
The cowboy lowered his weapons as she told her side of the story. She said she had been stabbed, but here was no sign of blood anywhere, nor any distress on her body. But what took him off guard was what she had said first and foremost. She stated that she was at the scene of the battle with the metas. This caused Tiger to put two and two together and figure out she was also a meta - due to the whole, throwing a man over buildings and stuff.
"Okay darlin', but you can't throw an ordinary human across the sky and stuff, it could kill'em!" the cowboy started. He had a code he lived by, one that gave him the desire to keep living people alive. You may call him cliche with the whole hero thing, but it was just his person, not his alias. It might have started opposite to that theory, but Anthony has learned to be good - at least that's what he believes.
Anyhow, Tiger continued to speak to this lady. "Next time, just.........I don't know...........knock'em out or somethin" the cowboy stated, scratching his head through his hat. Light then commented on his home and the people of it. It was true, nothing much ever happened in the slums. There were never metas around, just thugs who stole from stores and killed when they didn't get what they wanted.
"These are good people out here, they won't call the cops, nobody does nowadays. They're scared of snitching. So........they ain't gonna do anythin' to you don't worry. But regardless, we have to get out of here. The guy you threw, he has a gang, a rather large one. Follow me" he said, running out the alleyway the way he had entered. On the other side of the building, one could hear 'thug slang' from numerous people. "See, there they go" Tiger said, walking normally since the thugs couldn't see them. He then opened the door to some random rundown building. "After you ma'am." He wasn't gonna take her to his house, she would know who he was if he did that.
It was already night time by the time the gang had disappeared and found no trace of them. The cowboy sat in a chair just staring at Light for a couple minutes. "So, you've got super strength. What else can you do?" he asked her, curious of her abilities. He never really envied metas, just saw them as strange. It seemed all metahumans had it rough in this new world, well, except for the ones in the Justice League - the ones labeled actual 'Heroes'.
"I'm Tiger" the cowboy finally introduced himself.
Tiger - City Slums
Similar screams began to arise from outside of Anthony's apartment. These noises interrupted his much needed sleep. The cowboy was not pleased by this abrupt interruption. Anthony grunted as he stood and stared out his blinds. He saw some of his neighbors running both ways across his apartment.
Suddenly, a teen - one of Anthony's friends - knocked on his apartment window. "Dude! Sum' guy just came fly in' into a trash can, it's rad bro!!" He said from outside the apartment. Anthony jumped back after closing his blinds and zipped open his backpack to pull out both his uniform and his weapon.
After putting on his bandana and most-trustworthy hat, he covered both hands with LexCorp gloves and holstered his fancy revolver. "Giddy-up, let's go!" He told himself as he exited through the back of his home, ending up in a dark one-exit alleyway. He started through run through the crowd, nobody really noticing his get up due to their fear of what they had just seen. "He just came flying an-"
"Yea, she told me one of em' metas threw hi-"
"I saw her over there, but I don't exactly rememb-"
Tiger heard this over and over from many different people as he followed the clues. He looked at the trajectory of the the flying body and followed its path. As an exceptional marksman and tracker, it wasn't too hard to find the initial contact point, and the criminal.
He was actually capable of coming up behind the girl and pointed his gun at her. She didn't seen too villainous, bit matched the numerous descriptions people echoed through the community. "Madam, I need you to put yur hands up for me and turn around. I heard you been a naughty girl today, throwin' people across buildings and stuff. That's no way to act now, now is it?"
"You meta humans always causin trouble ain't ya"
Similar screams began to arise from outside of Anthony's apartment. These noises interrupted his much needed sleep. The cowboy was not pleased by this abrupt interruption. Anthony grunted as he stood and stared out his blinds. He saw some of his neighbors running both ways across his apartment.
Suddenly, a teen - one of Anthony's friends - knocked on his apartment window. "Dude! Sum' guy just came fly in' into a trash can, it's rad bro!!" He said from outside the apartment. Anthony jumped back after closing his blinds and zipped open his backpack to pull out both his uniform and his weapon.
After putting on his bandana and most-trustworthy hat, he covered both hands with LexCorp gloves and holstered his fancy revolver. "Giddy-up, let's go!" He told himself as he exited through the back of his home, ending up in a dark one-exit alleyway. He started through run through the crowd, nobody really noticing his get up due to their fear of what they had just seen. "He just came flying an-"
"Yea, she told me one of em' metas threw hi-"
"I saw her over there, but I don't exactly rememb-"
Tiger heard this over and over from many different people as he followed the clues. He looked at the trajectory of the the flying body and followed its path. As an exceptional marksman and tracker, it wasn't too hard to find the initial contact point, and the criminal.
He was actually capable of coming up behind the girl and pointed his gun at her. She didn't seen too villainous, bit matched the numerous descriptions people echoed through the community. "Madam, I need you to put yur hands up for me and turn around. I heard you been a naughty girl today, throwin' people across buildings and stuff. That's no way to act now, now is it?"
"You meta humans always causin trouble ain't ya"
Anthony - Haywood
It was completely empty. Nothing but trash and dried up blood over the seats. The truck was ruined too, just like everyone amongst him. It wouldn't budge from its position, nor was it useful at this point. "It's empty!!" Anthony called out to the others. It would seem Robert and his men used every weapon in their arsenal during the fight.
Quickly, Anthony ran back to the gates to join the two men. Surge then joined the men at the gates, all in attempt to help. Anthony began to walk up and down, staring at the walkers who were making their way towards them. "Me and Surge will try and......and get their attention away from us. Were gonna run out there and make those things follow us" he said, taking initiative. "You and Doctor here need to get to the supply room and get whatever you can to plug up these damn holes."
Anthony motioned Surge to follow him, he who had a knife in his hand. "You ready?" He asked the man, opening up the whole in the gate a little to get some space to get through. "Always" answered Surge as the two men exited Haywood.
At a steady pace, the two men started their jog to the left, heading into the woods. "Hey!! Over here you damn things!" Anthony yelled as the walkers turned towards both him and Surge. With that done, the two men fulfilled their mission to catch the attention of most walkers. They started to lead them back into the woods. Unfortunately, three walkers stayed back and had the urge to still attack the gates. Haywood was one step closer to being in the clear.
It was completely empty. Nothing but trash and dried up blood over the seats. The truck was ruined too, just like everyone amongst him. It wouldn't budge from its position, nor was it useful at this point. "It's empty!!" Anthony called out to the others. It would seem Robert and his men used every weapon in their arsenal during the fight.
Quickly, Anthony ran back to the gates to join the two men. Surge then joined the men at the gates, all in attempt to help. Anthony began to walk up and down, staring at the walkers who were making their way towards them. "Me and Surge will try and......and get their attention away from us. Were gonna run out there and make those things follow us" he said, taking initiative. "You and Doctor here need to get to the supply room and get whatever you can to plug up these damn holes."
Anthony motioned Surge to follow him, he who had a knife in his hand. "You ready?" He asked the man, opening up the whole in the gate a little to get some space to get through. "Always" answered Surge as the two men exited Haywood.
At a steady pace, the two men started their jog to the left, heading into the woods. "Hey!! Over here you damn things!" Anthony yelled as the walkers turned towards both him and Surge. With that done, the two men fulfilled their mission to catch the attention of most walkers. They started to lead them back into the woods. Unfortunately, three walkers stayed back and had the urge to still attack the gates. Haywood was one step closer to being in the clear.
Tiger - Home
Riding into the slums of New York, the entire environment seemed to instantly change. He went from high-beaming-bright lights, into near darkness. The entire scent of the city changed as well, a terrible and gruesome aroma filled the air. One could even see the nasty aura coming out of trashcans and sewers. Graffiti roamed every wall of every little-piece-of-shit home.
Anthony had already came out of his Tiger persona, putting away his costume into the backpack strapped to his bike. He now wore a tag-less black shirt and regular torn up jeans with work boots. As he rode through the neighborhood, he could still see those dirt-bag gang members outside their home smoking that trash they always smoke. Fortunately for them, Anthony doesn't mess with the people of his neighborhood, all because he grew up with them. Soon enough, he found himself before his little one story dorm. Well, it was an apartment, but so small it was basically a dorm.
The complex was made of individual apartments. They each had their own storage or garage. It was basically big enough to fit a car - which seemed bigger than the apartment itself. Anthony took that liberty to open his garage and put his bike inside. He then locked it with the best locks money could buy - about five total. The bike itself wasn't exactly purchased, it was sort of borrowed. Borrowed for life. He had painted it all matte black with long custom forks and sixteen inch ape hangers. The engine was the most beautiful part though, it was loud and made the bike go at marvelous speeds for a chopper.
Anyhow, Anthony took his backpack and headed into his apartment. He unlocked the door and headed into his garbage of a home. He threw his bad onto the couch - also his bed - and followed it by instantaneously falling to his butt. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, which was placed above a nearly-broken-down desk he got from someones trash. His aunt Marisa sent him money every month to pay his house bill. The woman has no idea what he does, just knows Anthony's parents aren't around anymore - they're in jail. She doesn't know he's a vigilante codenamed Tiger and that he risks his life on a daily basis to keep civilians safe fighting crime.
But as his mind wondered, the television got his attention. "We are here at the scene of the 'battle' as many New Yorkers are calling it. The NYPD and Fire Department are both here along with members of S.T.A.R. Labs and the CDC. Basically everyone is here Jon, trying to figure out what happened. Since we were unable to get any footage of the actual battle, we at ABC7 will be giving a small reward for anyone who can send us any footage to the website below"
"A reward for a picture of me, hahaha that's awesome!" Tiger laughed, cleaning his boots with a damped towel. But suddenly, everything changed. "We have rumors that the United States Department of Defense have taken this little caucus as an act of war. It is claimed that these metahumans have become enemy number one for out forces, but have not confirmed this information. Back to you Jon"
"Dagnabbit! What are they thinkin'! We ain't the bad guys"
"Thank you Jenny. It says here there were six metahumans at the scene tod-" he was cut off as Anthony switched the channel. "Hahahaha. Yeah, they call themselves heroes, can you believe it! Hahahaha. Look at them. Look at these drawings!" the late night show host yelled as his audience laughed at the over excessive pictures people submitted to the show. "Look at this one ladies and gentleman" he said, pointing at a picture of a girl with two giant hairy-gorilla arms beating on her chest as her aviator glasses shone brightly. "We call that one, Bomb Kong! Hahahaha!!!! Because she's hot, but has those crazy King Kong arms. Hahahaha!!!"
At this, Anthony couldn't help but laugh. it was true, now that he looked at it. "Oh, that's rich!" the cowboy said, holding his abdomen as it amused in pain. Then they showed a picture of a naked guy, his entire body colored in red paint. Thankfully, the man's private parts were blurred out. "Oh man, that's nasty" Anthony laughed, covering his eyes with his forearm as the host proceeded to the next picture. It was of a hippopotamus with a cowboy hat with its mouth wide open and the slogan 'IMA FIRIN MAH LAZER' above it.
"Darn-sung, dang-busted, horse-thievin', ugly white host which can't nobody understand proper!" Anthony cursed as he turned the tv off out of rage. It wasn't even him who shot lasers out of his mouth, it was that darn robot-man-thing. "Todos locos" he exclaimed, saying they were all crazy - and it was true. The people didn't truly understand what had happened back there. They just accidentally got caught in the middle of a hunt. It was obvious to Anthony that that certain Meta was there to catch Aviator Girl.
He then closed his eyes and laid down on the sofa, relaxing a bit as he slowly feel asleep.
Riding into the slums of New York, the entire environment seemed to instantly change. He went from high-beaming-bright lights, into near darkness. The entire scent of the city changed as well, a terrible and gruesome aroma filled the air. One could even see the nasty aura coming out of trashcans and sewers. Graffiti roamed every wall of every little-piece-of-shit home.
Anthony had already came out of his Tiger persona, putting away his costume into the backpack strapped to his bike. He now wore a tag-less black shirt and regular torn up jeans with work boots. As he rode through the neighborhood, he could still see those dirt-bag gang members outside their home smoking that trash they always smoke. Fortunately for them, Anthony doesn't mess with the people of his neighborhood, all because he grew up with them. Soon enough, he found himself before his little one story dorm. Well, it was an apartment, but so small it was basically a dorm.
The complex was made of individual apartments. They each had their own storage or garage. It was basically big enough to fit a car - which seemed bigger than the apartment itself. Anthony took that liberty to open his garage and put his bike inside. He then locked it with the best locks money could buy - about five total. The bike itself wasn't exactly purchased, it was sort of borrowed. Borrowed for life. He had painted it all matte black with long custom forks and sixteen inch ape hangers. The engine was the most beautiful part though, it was loud and made the bike go at marvelous speeds for a chopper.
Anyhow, Anthony took his backpack and headed into his apartment. He unlocked the door and headed into his garbage of a home. He threw his bad onto the couch - also his bed - and followed it by instantaneously falling to his butt. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, which was placed above a nearly-broken-down desk he got from someones trash. His aunt Marisa sent him money every month to pay his house bill. The woman has no idea what he does, just knows Anthony's parents aren't around anymore - they're in jail. She doesn't know he's a vigilante codenamed Tiger and that he risks his life on a daily basis to keep civilians safe fighting crime.
But as his mind wondered, the television got his attention. "We are here at the scene of the 'battle' as many New Yorkers are calling it. The NYPD and Fire Department are both here along with members of S.T.A.R. Labs and the CDC. Basically everyone is here Jon, trying to figure out what happened. Since we were unable to get any footage of the actual battle, we at ABC7 will be giving a small reward for anyone who can send us any footage to the website below"
"A reward for a picture of me, hahaha that's awesome!" Tiger laughed, cleaning his boots with a damped towel. But suddenly, everything changed. "We have rumors that the United States Department of Defense have taken this little caucus as an act of war. It is claimed that these metahumans have become enemy number one for out forces, but have not confirmed this information. Back to you Jon"
"Dagnabbit! What are they thinkin'! We ain't the bad guys"
"Thank you Jenny. It says here there were six metahumans at the scene tod-" he was cut off as Anthony switched the channel. "Hahahaha. Yeah, they call themselves heroes, can you believe it! Hahahaha. Look at them. Look at these drawings!" the late night show host yelled as his audience laughed at the over excessive pictures people submitted to the show. "Look at this one ladies and gentleman" he said, pointing at a picture of a girl with two giant hairy-gorilla arms beating on her chest as her aviator glasses shone brightly. "We call that one, Bomb Kong! Hahahaha!!!! Because she's hot, but has those crazy King Kong arms. Hahahaha!!!"
At this, Anthony couldn't help but laugh. it was true, now that he looked at it. "Oh, that's rich!" the cowboy said, holding his abdomen as it amused in pain. Then they showed a picture of a naked guy, his entire body colored in red paint. Thankfully, the man's private parts were blurred out. "Oh man, that's nasty" Anthony laughed, covering his eyes with his forearm as the host proceeded to the next picture. It was of a hippopotamus with a cowboy hat with its mouth wide open and the slogan 'IMA FIRIN MAH LAZER' above it.
"Darn-sung, dang-busted, horse-thievin', ugly white host which can't nobody understand proper!" Anthony cursed as he turned the tv off out of rage. It wasn't even him who shot lasers out of his mouth, it was that darn robot-man-thing. "Todos locos" he exclaimed, saying they were all crazy - and it was true. The people didn't truly understand what had happened back there. They just accidentally got caught in the middle of a hunt. It was obvious to Anthony that that certain Meta was there to catch Aviator Girl.
He then closed his eyes and laid down on the sofa, relaxing a bit as he slowly feel asleep.
Pathfinder said
Since she is going to be basically a assistant to Dave I think I need to post this here. Name: S.A.R.A (. Assistance. Recreational. Android) Alias: Sarah : Function: Sarah is an android specifically for Dave's care. Her "skin" is made from the same metal that his suit and armor are made of and houses millions of small scales that house a type of camouflage in the form of an being. While she could become a powerful combatant, her programming restricts her to basic assistance and can only activate these battle subsystems during extreme incidents that Dave's life. Sarah's AI is extremely advanced, able to make situation adjustments to her "attitude" to fit almost any given emotional situation and unless you know the truth it is almost impossible to tell her from a human.
Sounds good to me.
Thanatos said
Sorry, but I'm going have to quit this rp.
It's alright man. Thank u for joinin and best of luck.
Name: Seth Nguyen
Age: 23
Name: Jennifer Smith
Age: 37
Info: DeSean's Wife.
Age: 23
Name: Jennifer Smith
Age: 37
Info: DeSean's Wife.
http://us20.chatzy.com/12939980572438
This is a chatzy room I just created for this RP. Umm.........not sure if it'll work since for sum reason it said the room was private, but if you give it a try, it may.
It's just a chat room so we could........well...........chat! About the rp, about random stuff......thangs.
This is a chatzy room I just created for this RP. Umm.........not sure if it'll work since for sum reason it said the room was private, but if you give it a try, it may.
It's just a chat room so we could........well...........chat! About the rp, about random stuff......thangs.
Fixed it all.
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