YoshiSkittlez

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Cold.

Dark.

Images flashed and screams echoed through Roanna’s head. She was sitting on some sort of sheet of cold metal in nothing but a nightgown. Looking at her reflection in the metal underneath her, she was able to see only a child, no more than four. The child’s eyes seemed to look right through her soul, tugging at her heart in a pathetic attempt to grasp for her attention. She was looking down at the girl as if watching from afar…but she and the little girl were one in the same. Roanna could feel her lips moving, though not a single sound was uttered. She touched her fingers to her lips, trying to get them to stop but the movements were not her own. Coming in closer to the little girl, Roanna was able to make out the lip movements…

‘Stay. Awake.’

Stay Awake? Was she dead? Or dying? Was this was dying was like? No heaven nor hell, just the cruel empty shell of your own life, forcing you to suffer through things you didn’t even understand? Roanna felt her arm reach out to touch the little girl, and the little girl extended her own nimble, shaky fingers. Their fingers almost touching, and yet miles apart, the little girl mouthed again,

‘Stay. Awake!’

“Stay awake!” Roanna felt her eyelids flutter open; above her a group of blurry men seemed in a hurry as they bustled about her, muttering incoherent things to one another. But as Roanna’s consciousness finally began to stabilize, she realized that she was moving. Roanna was being lifted up off of the cold and somewhat blood-stained locker-room floor and placed onto a stretcher only to be carried out by two men while two others tried sticking her with needles and bands. Roanna sat up, her head pounding but she made an effort to wave them away.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” She kept telling the medics as she was being carried outside. Amber lights filled the night-sky as the stretcher was brought outside, the entire parking lot filled with cop cars, fire trucks, ambulances…hell even a few swat vans.

“Roanna!” Roanna swiveled her head as one of the medics continually tried to force her to lay down. There was a flash of blonde and suddenly Stephanie had wrapped her arms around her best friend. She was shaking slightly, and Roanna couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t every day that your school got shot up with you in it.

“You did good Steph. Thank you.” Roanna said sitting up, wrapping her own arms around her friend into a tight hug. With a smile, Stephanie broke the hug and handed Roanna some blue wadded up fabric. “I found your dress out in the hall, I figured you might want it back…”

“Excuse me miss, but we need to take your statement now.” One of the medics said, clearly annoyed that Stephanie had interrupted the way they do things.
Statement? Shit.

“I was out in the hall talking with a boy when they first came in, one of them snuck up on us and knocked my friend out…” It nearly killed Roanna to call Jakob a friend. “then he went after me. He took off my dress, trying to…well…have his way with me but I guess the leader wanted him in the gym because next thing I knew I was being carried to the boys locker room. There was an explosion, the car I think…my leg got hit. I guess the man kind of took pity on me then because he offered to cover me with his own clothes. Next thing I remember you guys were here…”

The story was full of holes, but Roanna sold it, taking up the mantle of ‘scared shitless student’ and made it believable. Again, she shooed the medic away that was trying to take her temperature.

“Please, I just want to go home.” She said and Stephanie took the hint, putting her arm around her friend and helped her off of the stretcher and onto her feet. Roanna leaned heavily on the blonde, unable to put any weight on her leg what-so-ever and the two started walking towards Stephanie’s jeep.

“Wait! Why was your blood in the locker room?” One of the medics called out.

“I threw it up. G’night boys.”

Stephanie helped Roanna into the front seat of her jeep and then got into the drivers side. Still shaking, she started up the car and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“You’re a moron you know that? You could have died in there! What the hell really happened to your leg?”

Roanna sighed, leaning her head up against the window feeling her eyes threatening to close again.

“I’ll tell you everything once we get to your house. I need a hot bath...and a drink...”

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Logan’s hand shot from Kimberly’s arm to his ears, covering them tightly as she let out a shriek, but his amplified hearing could still hear the shriek just as loud as if he hadn’t covered them. His head began to pound, his ears ringing. Small stars started to show up in his vision which had also began to go black. Just as soon as Logan was sure he was about to pass out, Kimberly stopped and started letting Logan know about the building. The study, the bar room which now had two new occupants, the lower bunker, and now the basement bunker. Rubbing his temples and walking away from Kimberly trying to get the ringing out of his ears he reached Yukiko. He bent his muscular neck down towards her a bit, whispering something in her ear. The Asian simply nodded and quietly excused herself from the group as she bounded upstairs, no doubt to check to see if Kimberly’s claim of two new people were upstairs or not. Had they been more mutants, Yukiko could lead them downstairs to join the group; if foe…well…Logan knew her background enough to know that she could take care of herself. Needless to say, however, he kept his senses honed in on her…just in case.

As soon as Atticus, the boy he now knew as Talon started to remove his jacket, Logan’s somewhat paled expression loosened up a bit as he crossed his wide, now exposed arms across his chest. Watching the boy’s display of acrobatics, Logan couldn’t help but to let the corner of his lip curl up into a smile. This Talon kid reminded him so much of himself, though now that his bones were made of solid metal he wouldn’t be able to move like that anymore, but there was much he could teach the boy, if he allowed it.

“You…I’m buying lunch.” Logan smirked but then his attention was quickly dissuaded as the confidence that he had once held melted away once one of the Bamf’s stole his glasses. Shaking his head a bit, his attention went back to Alison, that look of appreciation back in his eye as he examined her trying to focus. He half put up his hands by his ears…just in case…but then the light shot out from her fingertip, aimed for the Bamf trying on Talon’s glasses though missing and busting the light bulb directly overhead. The immediate area that were in had gone completely dark, but walking twenty feet forward would have put you in the light of the next light bulb.

Logan took advantage of the situation, however, and in the dark approached Alison following the twinkling lights that seemed to be coming from her. Placing his rough hand on her shoulder gently, he lowered his voice that only she could hear.

“You couldn’t hit one of them if you even tried. Don’t get discouraged, I’m not interested in you being perfect…well…in abilities anyway.” He smirked and then walked on past her into the light of the next light bulb over.

**

Upon reaching the upstairs, Yukiko found the two new persons inhabiting the bar room. A male and female, both white. The male let out a call for Charles Xavier, Erik, and Logan…names she was all familiar with, so they had to be mutants too. She couldn’t help but to shake the look of awe on her face, realizing just what sort of power that girl in the red dress held. She could think of many times when she was out in the field when she would have killed for an ability like that.

“H-herro.” Yukiko said to the pair of them, making herself known.

“Missah Charles, Erik’n’Logan san downstairs in the hold.” She said using her best English.

“Missah Charles is b-busy with Snark, but Missah Erik’n’Logan San be willing to help.”

Her bright brown eyes blinked at the two of them, a wave of self-consciousness washing over her as she pulled a lose strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She had never felt this out of place before, but then again in Japan Yukiko wasn’t exactly surrounded by white people either, and when she was…she was usually ordered to kill them.

“This a way.” Yukiko said waving her arm for the two of them to follow her back down into the bunker.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

nope, don't mind at all. Ugh stop writing for Logan Yoshi and focus on your character! Your neglecting her!

Titans!

Hey I didnt create her. Blame dc

Titans!

Pretty much

Titans!

Oh goody. More boys for rose to play with lol

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Thinking that kimberly told them about 'two people in the lobby'. Objections?

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

They do. Check the OP under NPC's.

Titans!

Name:
Cassandra Sandsmark

Alias:
Wonder Girl

Role:
Titan (16 years old)

Brief Bio

Cassandra was born in the late winter months of the year 2000 to Dr. Helena Sandsmark and for the longest time, Cassie had no idea who her father was. Dr. Sandsmark was a very high-regarded archeologist and as Cassie took to growing up, she took an interest in her mothers work and eventually started going on some of her mother’s excavations. Upon uncovering some ancient artifacts, Cassie was given her superpowers and not long after that was it revealed when Zeus himself told her that he was her father. It wasn’t until Cassandra tried to help defend her city with these new powers against a Doomsday clone that she created a costume and used her magical accoutrements (the sandals of Hermes and the gauntlet of Atlas) to help Wonder Woman, much to her mother's horror. Cassandra later had the opportunity to ask Zeus for a favor and requested real superpowers. Zeus granted her request, but gave Dr. Sandsmark the ability to deactivate them with the simple touch of her hand upon Cassie. Dr. Sandsmark, however, reluctantly accepted her daughter's wish to be a superhero and rarely if ever uses this ability.

Cassie heavily idolizes Donna Troy, the original Wonder Girl, and to that effect wears a black wig over her natural blonde hair (it also helps to conceal her identity). Donna gave Cassie the second costume she wore as Wonder Girl, but Cassie is afraid to wear it lest it were ruined. She has been trained by Artemis, the former "stand-in" Wonder Woman.

Now, at the age of 16, she has joined the Teen Titans, effectively joining to remain close to Superboy whom she had met on a few missions prior, that crush still hasn’t gone away.

Abilities

Speed, Flight, and Super Strength. She also has her magic lasso given to her by Zeus that holds his power of electricity that she is able to use when she is angry.

Personality

Cassie is sweet, kind-hearted, full of love and devotion. She is the greatest friend you will ever have, and the worst enemy you will ever make. She is also strong-willed, social and a little spunky.

Appearance:

Cassie

Costume

Affiliation

Mentors

Wonder Woman:

Artemis:

Iron Fist:

Titans:

Superboy:

Scorpion:

Talon:

Arsenal:

Ravager:

Raven:

Ricochet:

Amethyst:

Princess Powerful:

The Red Hood:

Spawn:

Ben 10:

The Charmaster:

Hulkling:

Wiccan:

Captain America:

Blossom:

Other:

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

lols its okay, my dreams of cyclops will just have to end here ;)