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The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

After only a few minutes of struggle, and Roanna having the upper hand by forcing her way on top of the man with the pig mask, she finally managed to wrench the gun free from his grip and used the butt end of the gun much like a baseball bat and wailed it into the pig mask as hard as she could, knocking the man unconscious immediately. Getting off of the now limp body, she was able to react just in time as one of the men on fire from her explosion took a bullet to the neck, collapsing quickly into death. Part of Roanna wanted to smile, karma was a bitch, but then she had to stop and think about just who the hell was shooting and why. Then it hit her, if someone shot that man, it was because he was a member of this group…and now since Roanna was wearing a mask…

“Oh SHI-AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!”

Hot tears streamed out of Roanna’s eyes, making the mask all that more uncomfortable as the distinct smell of both blood and tears filled the hot mask nearly to the point where if she hadn’t been crying, she would have vomited. Collapsing down onto her ass, Roanna gripped her leg, pressing her hand over the fresh bullet wound and forced herself to check the other side of her calf. She rolled up the baggy pant leg just enough to see that it had a clean exit wound, but rendered her leg useless regardless.

“Shit! God dammit! Fuck!” Roanna hissed through her clenched teeth, rocking back and forth slightly as if that would ease the pain. Never before had she been shot before; grazed by a couple bullets here and there yes, but never shot. Thinking quickly, Roanna tore off the pant leg at her knee, using a small amount of heat to burn the fabric so that it would tear easier and wrapped it around the wound tightly. The last thing she needed was her blood all over the crime scene. Once the fabric was tied tight enough, she tried forcing herself back to her feet. She had to get out of here, and now. But the slightest amount of weight she seemed to put on her leg caused her entire body to scream out in pain, and a series of hot, fresh new tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Bastard might as well have shot me through the neck.” Roanna seethed angrily, getting back down onto the floor on her hands and knee and drug herself towards the closest locker room, it being the men’s. Dragging her leg behind like a useless bag of potatoes, she used most of her upper body strength to drag herself there, ignored by the screaming, frantic students that continued to pile out of the gymnasium. If Roanna hadn’t been so caught up in trying to get out of there in one piece, she would have noticed a man sporting a cowboy hat helping her with these…thugs.

By the time Roanna made it to the mens locker room, most of the gym had been emptied of students. Not wanting to take her chance with any of those thugs coming in here, she forced herself back onto her feet, shut the door and with a quick burst of heat, welded the lock. She would worry about getting out of the mens locker room later. Roanna slipped back down onto the ground, sliding down the door with her back braced against it and tore off the turtle mask, tossing it angrily to the side. Her forehead was soaked with perspiration, making certain parts of her ash brown hair stick to her hot skin. Using her forearm to quickly wipe her forehead, she quickly turned her attention back to her leg. She untied the ripped pants fabric now soaked with her own blood and examined the wound again. Letting out a series of curse words she didn’t even know existed, she knew what she had to do.

She placed both hands on either side of her wound and closed her eyes tightly. She could feel the muscle and tissue around the wound pulsing, and with each pulse pumped out more blood coating her hands. Holding her breath, Roanna felt her hands starting to heat up slowly, and then with a scream that echoed through the entire locker room, the hissing sound and smell of burnt flesh wafted it’s way around the room, filling her nose now with blood, sweat, tears, and burnt flesh. As soon as Roanna felt the wound on both sides close up, she jerked her hands away and let out a grunt of exhaustion. Looking over her ‘handy’ work, the wound had been successfully cauterized which bought Roanna more time. Chest heaving and sweat pouring down her forehead and neck, she rested her head back against the door just trying to collect herself. Her hand reached out lazily towards the mask and ripped pants fabric and watched as they both began to smolder, as if placed on a somewhat warm bed of coals.

She would just have to wait until after the police left, which could be hours, hell even days. Still, she was in no shape to try to figure out an escape route just yet, and the fatigue that plagued her body threatened to take over as her eyelids kept slamming shut. Finally, in the end the exhaustion won over her willpower and Roanna slunk down on the mens locker room floor unconscious.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Hey Natty, I forgot. Did we decide that Kurt can make himself look human? Or does he always stay blue?

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I'm trying to get a post out of Hillan for at least Charles so Charles can take over the rising awkward situation between Logan and Snark lol

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Who are we waiting on? Should I do another post for Logan?

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Kalamadea said
Um... I'm actually not sure if I could keep up with this one anymore. I really want to continue working on joining, but the speed is kinda discouraging me.

You don't think that you would be able to post once a day?

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Violet said
No, this is perfect. I've read the IC and this is how I'm going to incorporate Ari. I was waiting for the right time to enter, and this is it.

Then let the intro begin!

Titans!

Gowi said
Well Cissie is likely a freshmen at some Star City-relative high school and Roy hasn't even got around to that yet. No idea why Cassie would be in Star.

Way to ruin my plans ^.^ lol

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Coming back into the gymnasium, Roanna's nostrils were immediately filled with the smell of blood. Despite the turtle mask wrapped over her entire head, the smell had still leaked its way inside the thin rubber since the body of the boy wasn’t more than ten feet away from the doors she had just walked through. Feeling her stomach churn and flip like a rabid washing machine, it took every amount of composure she had to not fill the mask with her own bile. Taking a few steps into the gym discreetly and passing the body by, she was able to identify the boy as Victor Bonnet, a sophomore here at the school that had already made a name for himself by breaking more than a few school track records the previous year. Tearing her gaze from the body, she walked as casually as she could through the mass crowd of frightened students. First, she had to find Stephanie…

Pushing her way through the gym, Roanna headed to the spot that she last saw Stephanie dancing. It was easy to pick out the blonde amongst the small group of guys that had put themselves in front of her, showing off their sense of bravado by putting themselves in the immediate danger should the assailants feel that another dead body was in order. Now that she knew that Stephanie would be okay, Roanna was finally able to take a detailed look around.

Counting the masks from where she stood, she realized that there were at least five guys remaining in the gymnasium, two of which were on crowd control, keeping the students twenty feet or so away as two others went to investigate the car that had crushed its way into the school.

Wait…a car? Suddenly, those noises that Roanna had head while she was out in the hallway with Jakob were starting to make sense, but just how the car ended up there in the first place was enough to make Roanna want to scratch her head…and the itchy, claustrophobic mask wasn’t helping.

A plan was beginning to form in Roanna’s head, though not a very good plan, it was something. Finally, Roanna took the initiative and quickly walked over to the crowd of boys that kept Stephanie hidden, though the closer she got, the faster the boys seemed to squirm away. Roanna was able to push herself right through, pointing the empty gun at the students immediately around her as Roanna wrenched Stephanie to her feet, putting the gun behind her back and a hand over her mouth.

“It’s me, I need you to go with this okay?” Roanna whispered, doing a quick glance to the other masked men. Her plan seemed to be working so far, not a one of them was beginning to question the person in the turtle mask, which meant an immediate green light for the next part of her plan.

“I’m going to create a distraction and I need your help. Look to your left, those doors are unguarded. When I tell you, I need you to lead as many people as you can to those doors and get the hell out of here. Do not look back, no lot look for me. Getting these people out is all that matters got it?”

Stephanie didn’t make a sound, but only nodded her head up and down making Roanna smile under her mask. She was going to get hell for this later from her…if there was a later. With a rough shove, Roanna cast Stephanie aside, pushing her towards the doors she had pointed out to Stephanie earlier. Turning quickly on her heel, Roanna held up her left hand, feeling the atoms in the air circling immediately around her. She pushed her thoughts through that though, and extended it to the area surrounding the car. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Roanna found the gas tank.

Feeling the atoms surrounding the gas tank starting to heat up quickly, Roanna turned her head back towards Stephanie and nodded, indicating that she now needed to do her part. The second that Stephanie pulled herself back up to her feet, the entire gymnasium seemed to shake as the car seemed to suddenly explode, breaking the brick walls around the car immediately and causing other parts of the building to crumble and shake violently, however it was only the immediate wall the car had been sharing that was blown to pieces.

Three different distinctive screams of pain rang through Roanna’s ears as the two masked men that had been checking out the car had been caught in the immediate explosion, and a third masked man who was seemingly on crowd control got taken out by a flying brick to the head.

Once again the auditorium was full of screams of terror from the students, and hell even the remaining masked men seemed to not know what to do for a few seconds. Roanna had to work fast though, given the opportunity these men might start to open fire on the now even more terrified students. Roanna pushed her way through the crowd once again towards the second crowd control man, happy to see that there was suddenly an organized movement to the flow of students heading in the direction of the doors. Stephanie was actually doing her job for once.

Reaching the man in the pig mask just as he was brought to his senses and raised his gun, Roanna tackled him from the side sending the both of them to the ground in a struggle over the loaded weapon.

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Mogtaki said
Okay Snark's impression of Logan has been very:"Wow this guy is kinda scary""This guy doesn't seem too bad""Oh crap no I'm gonna die"Not necessarily in that order. Haha.

Yeah...he tends to do that lmao

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Logan looked rather pleased that the dark-haired girl spoke up, ready to give into his demands. He motioned her forward with a slightly more gentle approach than he had shown since they had all arrived at the building, his beady eyes doing a quick once-over on the girl's red cocktail dress before his attention snapped over to the homeless kid. His hardened expression seemed to melt away, if only slightly, as he thought over the boys words. His heart went out to the poor kid, Logan knew what it was like to feel famished, alone, dirty and scared. He had lived a few years homeless himself while traipsing around Canada after his blades met the warm, soft tissue of his girlfriend at the time. Shaking his head, Logan retracted his claws back into his fists and ran his large hand through his disheveled black hair, letting out a soft sigh.

"C'mere kid." Logan said after a while. "Whats your name?"

The girl in the dress would have to wait. Two of the mutants Xavier had rounded up had already left, and though he put up a front that he didn't care, he was terrified for them. There was a man out there, a man who had a personal vendetta against mutants and slaughtering them like livestock. His eyes moved from the kid to Yukiko, standing there amongst the others with somewhat of a smile on her face. God help the poor bastard that attempted to harm her in anyway. She was the only family Logan had left, figuratively. She trusted him to take care of her, but what if something went wrong, what if he couldn't be there when it really mattered most?

After the kid gave him his name, Logan looked back to him and nodded, patting him on the head a bit and then squatted down so that he was more level with the shortest one in the room.

"I'm here to help you. So is Charles and Erik. Mutation can be a funny thing, take mine for example." He said putting up his hand for him to see, but he kept the claws inside. "Mutations can change a person for their entire life, and we never asked for it did we? So we are here to help you all embrace your mutation, bring it out and learn to use it to your advantage. Keep you safe from those who wish to harm you..." Logan stood back up, seeming to now tower over the boy.

"Why don't we start with you first then. What has the X-gene done to you?"