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Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

Lol, mah bad, I fell asleep at my laptop.

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Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

William "Billy" Kaplan
Wiccan
Holy Smokes Batman!

"Huh, yeah," Wiccan nodded, "I guess so."

But, maybe Roy wasn't just hot headed. Wiccan frowned at his sudden outburst and the spilling of some juicy secrets. It wasn't too much of an issue for him, especially since he understood that they were still kids and being an actual superhero, doing things like stopping Doomsday or Apocalypse from consuming the entire world was far above their league—and pay grade. Billy just wondered why they kept it a secret. Why not just come clean to 'em? That was the ultimate reason he frowned, but aside from that all he could do was nod in understanding. Roy just reacted to things with a little more emotion and bravado than most of the others and he could see the realization twisting on Bucky's face, but from where Billy sat, he seemed to realize and understand the situation better than Roy. To Billy, it only strengthened his self-conscious feelings about himself, though it didn't show on his face. Of course he wasn't worthy of seeing the actual League base and he might never be.

"Well," Billy spoke up, looking around nervously, "The only issue I can see here is lying to our faces. But, hey, we are still kids. I heard Red Arrow's voice crack just a second ago!"

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a violent buzzing in his pant's pocket. Who could have been calling him at such an important time? Oh, maybe his parents saw the news that afternoon. And maybe they were going to reprimand him, disown him or... or something. Billy could only swallow the lump forming in his throat as he jumped up and found a quiet place in the corner of the room. He didn't want to leave completely, especially when he... kinda enjoyed the drama currently happening.

Billy looked down at his phone and let out a huge sigh of relief. And unknown caller and definitely not his parents about to condemn him for being a mutant.

"Hello? Who is this and how can I help you?" he mumbled into the receiving end of his touch phone, just realizing he should be slightly perplexed at having been called by a random stranger. How did this person even get his number? Was it... a bad guy? Already? Holy crap...

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James Buchanan Barnes
Bucky
Better Than Nothing At All

The base they were currently standing in wasn't the real one. That kind of made sense. But why keep it a secret?

Bucky could only stare at Steve the minute Roy was done accosting him.

"I agree with Billy," he finally said, calming slightly, but still disappointed in his Captain, "Why keep it a secret? I'm sure there would only be one person here irked about it. Now it just seems like we're liabilities in Halloween costumes, rather than the children we actually are." His eyes fell onto Red Arrow as he continued his charades.

There were way too many secrets being thrown around like they were nothing. How was he, of all people, supposed to adjust to a world that wanted to hide itself from him? Couldn't he have his cake and eat it too, or was that way too much of a hassle? And to think, he really did trust Steve most out of everyone currently alive on the planet. There he went, though, crushing that like it didn't matter. Like he couldn't handle that they were being kept from the real HQ. Billy was right: it was the fact that they kept it a secret from them that was the issue. No one, at least at that moment, seemed to care that they were being put at the kiddy table on Thanksgiving; it was the fact that they were told that the kiddy table was actually the adult table and the the adult table was hidden far, far away from their wondering eyes. Weird analogy, but Bucky wasn't currently at his best.

"You know what? I really don't care anymore. If we're liabilities, we're liabilities. Just don't expect much of what you say anymore to hold as much ground as before. I think I speak for everyone when I say that," Bucky threw his hands in the air, directing his words at Steve as he spoke. With that, he left the group to find a nice, quiet place in the supposedly fake headquarters. Maybe to collect his thoughts before they decided to finally give them a mission. At least the building blocked the screaming fans and clicking and flashing cameras that were locked tight outside. Once he found a nice, solitary room, it'd just be him and his thoughts. A very nice change from what just happened to what was went on moments prior.

Hollywood Road (The Cast)

"Can't find a damn thing wrong with that kid. Maybe a little too uptight and absolutely hates change, but he's got game and that's all that matters."
-About Daniel from one of his teammates

"The Chargers win the Super Bowl! Unbelievable! Whole team barreled through the Pirates like they were nothing. What a call; what a play!"
-Announcer on his first Super Bowl win for his team. The win and play that earned him the nickname 'Blitzkrieg'

Name:

Daniel Reinhardt

Nicknames:

Danny, Blitzkrieg, Blitz

Age:

28

Place of Birth:

Calhoun, Georgia

Occupation:

Quarterback of the San Diego Chargers

Personality/History:

Small Town Nowhere, Georgia, exactly the place he was born and raised on morals of a tightly knit family and community. Old fashioned like no tomorrow, life was easy then, practically school, football, and family. Nothing on Daniel's mind but his own contentment and that of his family's happiness and there was really nowhere else to go but just down the block from the house he was raised in. However, that was not the case.

A small bit of fortune struck him in the talent that he was given. Daniel was the best damn football player his high school had ever seen and even in small town, Georgia, he brought quite a bit of attention to himself. Of course, all-star football player was only a dream to him and he had felt there was no real chance that he'd make it that far. Maybe a nice scholarship, but he'd not go to college to be a football player—that was impractical. But, the whole town and talent scouts that took a rare pit stop there, thought very differently. At the end of high school, he could pretty much choose whatever college he wanted in the nation, as more offered him a full-ride based off his talents and accomplishments alone. At least, ones that bothered to see the hotshot of Georgia. But, he stuck with his guns and staid as close to home as possible, not expecting to have gotten drafted the moment he graduated, twenty-two and ready to head back home to get a regular job like a regular person. But, people, even his parents, knew that he wasn't necessarily a regular person.

With letters from a handful of teams that wanted him, he went back home with no intention of taking his dream and making it a reality. But, both his parents and his siblings took turns smacking the sense into him. However, he was adamant in that he didn't like making the decision to leave a place he very well knew to settle down in a city that would likely overwhelm him rather than welcome him. However, his choices were all rather far from his place of origin, much to his dismay. So, he shuffled the small stack and did what was sensible to him, at the time: picked at random with his eyes shut tight and simply went with it.

Now, though, at the height of his career and still the glistening symbol of innocence and purity, Daniel would have done the exact same thing a thousand times over. Fame and riches were still foreign to him, things he couldn't quite deal with and so he hired someone who could deal with it, someone who had the sense to deal with it. Someone who understood him. Daniel was and is a very thorough person and tends to go with his gut feeling more than anything else, though he's certainly not above critical thinking. When it came to this, though, he knew which of his feelings was right and was luckily they connected and agreed. He'd not go around the world not understanding a damn thing, lost in the shuffle of society, of interviews, of fundraisers and publicity. He hated all that stuff, would rather live privately in his quiet home (an impulsive decision and a small reward for getting his team to the playoffs) than he would playing it off at high society gathering. He wasn't raised that way, he didn't work like that, so he had someone do all that for him and boy was she glad to take a job for the guy who had just about the cleanest plate in the NFL. That alone was saying something.

Extra:

-Is a very routine individual and is slightly OCD about it.
-Spends a lot of his time at home during the off-season and, whenever he can during the season. He spends holidays back in Georgia, most of the time.
-Likes to save his money, unless it's for charity or anything like it, so he doesn't buy much for himself and only as a reward, though that's often rare.

Hollywood Road (The Cast)

"This world is ran on gold and silver, refined and of the purest quality. We? The Companies? The founders? They're just what that gold consists of. Old money, new money, doesn't matter—they'll last as long as the world doesn't find their impurities. Eventually, they'll be run through enough that they finally rust and bend under their own weight. Crumble and fall like they're destined to. Our job is to wait, watch, cope, and hope to God it doesn't happen in our lifetime."
-James during an interview for The Economist

"Why isn't my son on any of those magazines? Buzzkill, I tell you. Not a bone in his body that isn't work, work, work. He'll try all he wants. He'll kick and scream. But, he's a Kerrington. He's the wealthiest boy this side of the world. He'll come crawling back home because it's all he's ever known. I tell you that now. You wait and see. A few years from now, he'll be the hottest scandal ever plastered on the cover of every damned magazine. I guarantee it."
-Thomas Kerrington to a wayward journalist whilst drunk during a fundraiser. Earned a seething response from James the next day.

Name:

James Kerrington

Nicknames:

Jimmy, Jay, Kerrington

Age:

33

Place of Birth:

Los Angeles, California

Occupation:

CEO of Private Real-estate Firm (Kerrington Horizons)

Personality/History:

Old money is a wonderful net for an heir or heiress and a wonderful stockpile to provide services and outlets not normally considered a hobby in regular society. For the Kerringtons, this range somewhat true, but not for the person expected. The child wasn't James, it was his parents—a family trait that tended to skip generations.

To gather deeper, where the family stands on the social ladder, one must traverse years back, to the point where Los Angeles—California even—was first founded. The Kerringtons kept their mantle then and were the first to provide the budding territory plots of land. It was a gamble, but the risk was well worth it. High-time in the gold rush of California, the Kerringtons gathered their small fortune and piled even more as people rushed to gather at the prospect of money. Their eyes weren't on the gold because that would be too simple and would yield variables that fluctuated far too much. They had their eyes on the greedy eyed people looking for a place to settle down and, even more so, the people who sought to gain from their greed as well. Not a soul could get a valuable plot of land to create a business or home without first going to the Kerringtons.

From there, it grew exponentially, fell for a decade or two, was renewed in the wake of the Great Depression and continued on fiercely. The company grew and expanded, as did the family's affluence, until they had requisitioned themselves a platform in which they could reign their end of the stock market for as long as the world would allow, and if they didn't go down in history, then they'd quietly shuffle off into the annals of time, no fuss about it. A mainly private firm, Kerrington Horizons provides the wealthy all across the globe with stately mansions and palaces to sell or buy, from island paradises to middle eastern expanses. As well, they also give plot of lands to those willing to buy it, whether to create a beach resort or add to the chain of hotels. They've got their hands in just about every large and predominately wealthy controlled areas of the world, in which they provide the best for the best.

This is where James currently comes in. Heading the company after his father's early retirement, he deals with everything explained prior, meaning he's either often in an office skyline or on the other side of the planet, discussing terms, contracts, all that fun business stuff in order to either convince a buyer or assure a seller. And there's nothing he's loved more than being the head of a large firm, dealing with things his father could currently care less about. It's his outlet, what he uses to flush away the nonsense of highfalutin California life and the childishness of both his parents. He drowns himself in paperwork simply because he can't stand the reality of his situation—a kid forced to be the adult while his parents did what the hell they wished. His father's retirement was sprung on him, and even in all his preparedness he certainly wasn't ready to be the head of a company that has been worked on from the ground up since his great, great, great grandfather came on the Mayflower. Necessary exaggeration.

Even as a child, his parents would do things like this. His father, Thomas, early in his relationship with his mother, Raina, had decided he couldn't settle with just one woman and proceeded to introduce mistresses to the family. He even relished in his mother's turmoil, as if he was playing a game and winning it. Of course, having been raised in a like-minded society, she retaliated and it'd become a damn game for them to play throughout his childhood. It was normal. It was home. But, James quickly took to resenting their actions, and further closed himself off to them. He drowned himself in education and work, let himself turn a blind eye to his parent's shenanigans in private clubs, yachts, wherever their circle of closely knit 'friends' and 'associates' could happily do as they pleased. They'd built an empire, all of them, and held an unreasonable amount of power within their palms and proceeded to act like playing around like socially depraved lunatics. A fire seethed deep inside James, one that he would continue to hold against his parents for who knew how long.

He found himself head of a company, a company his father gave up for golf and social immersion, in a bachelor pad on a strip where he sold the majority of the homes to people of the same relative affluence. Enough away from his parent's to be content with where he was in his life and to think correctly enough to guide himself.

Extra:

-Isn't one for fancy commodities, but has a specific taste. From car brands (Mercedes) to home decor (Ultra Modern French) to pets even (Samoyed and Egyptian Mau).
-Travels often, but ultimately loves relaxing quietly at home like a normal person, with a bucket of popcorn and a nice movie. Though, he's not inexperienced in the tricks and trades of high society and often finds himself at fundraisers and alike events.
-Family consists of his father, Thomas Kerrington, and his mother, Raina Cooper-Kerrington.

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

Working on some characters for another RP, but I'll work on a post for this afterwards. :o Shouldn't.. .take too long. *Cough*

Regardless, I'm a vampire (not really), so I probably won't sleep until I get everything I need finished on RPG lol.

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

I'll get a post up sometime tomorrow.

I had class today and I can easily say I'm exhausted and in need of a good movie and a bucket of ice cream. ._. Ugh.

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Chezka said
Did you watch it yet? Holy crap, it's the first time I've been so stressed out and panicked from watching a show. XDI'll see if I can do it tomorrow, but I might not get to post 'til Thursday.

No shshshshshshhsshhs XD

I was so stressed with the tunnel episode ugh and then relieved and then super super happy. Too many emotions that I can't handle. I'm gonna watch it tomorrow on my big screen cause my parents still like watching American Idol. :(

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

Necrosis said
You guys know that Jubilee isn't on the team and is with the crowd (and thus seperated by a window).

Oh, I didn't read that properly then. I'll change who Wiccan responds to. MAH BAD.

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Mizuho said
It was fun, but also exhausting. Oh my god, it was long.Guys, we need to discuss the HIMYM finale. NONE of my friends have seen it, so I can't do anything but a one-sided rant!!! Ugh, I literally texted three of my friends "DON'T WATCH IT. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T"And yeah, I'll move on from the picnic later today or possibly tomorrow or something. I'm kinda busy, I have a job interview via skype in an hour and a half x_xAlso: It's April, means I'm deleting more people from the character list x_x Should I post another interest check, or would you guys rather keep this roleplay to this group?

Keep it to this group. We've got a lot to work with currently.

And I don't what HIMYM.

I watch the Walking Dead. And I have to watch the Season Finale now... so, uh, brb... LOL.

And dun move the picnic yet, Chezka still needs to post for Jack. D: It's why I went that way with Jaycen.

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

Short post? Wut?

Never. D:<

I shall stir the pot further!!

EDIT: Also, I like the last Garth the best. He looks... ahem... never mind. >_> <_<