YoshiSkittlez

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

After being rolled over a few times, Rose was vaguely aware of the soft patch of grass her body rested on only after breathing in the heavy scent of dirt and a freshly mowed lawn. Her other senses were doing little to help her take on her surroundings, as her eyelids still insisted that they remain glued shut and most of her nerve endings had gone numb for touch. For a moment, she felt her body being maneuvered a bit when there was suddenly a great relief from a constraint she didn't even know was there washed over her wrists, or was it her ankles? Hell she didn't know, she couldn't tell and her frustration came out in a pathetic groan of a whimper as she struggled to gain consciousness, only for her mind to slip back into her drug induced sleep.

She was sixteen, sprawled out on the back lawn of the Teen Titans headquarters wearing nothing but a sports bra and sports shorts. A bead a sweat trickled down from her face and splashed down onto her collarbone but she paid it no mind, too engrossed in the cigarette perched between her naturally pouted lips as she took the final drag before it had burnt down to the filter.

"You know you can't do that here."

Rose looked up from her spot to see Nightwing headed in her direction, a reprimanding scowl intensified by the blue mask he wore over his eyes. Rose just shook her head and flicked the useless filter over to a small gravel pit where the remaining smolder wouldn't catch fire to anything before hoisting herself up to meet Nightwing halfway. She fell into his arms immediately, his lips on her neck and hands on her waist as she took in a moment to breathe in his scent. He was sweaty and the muscles on his arms were tense, confirming her fleeting thought that he had been training not just a few moments ago.

"Go to hell Dick." She replied, letting her hands knead the muscles of his shoulders to help loosen them up. He only chuckled in reply before lifting his lips from her neck to plant a soft kiss on her lips, capturing her there for a moment or two before pulling away.

"There's something I need to talk to you about." He said letting his hands drop back to his sides from her waist. "Some of the other Titan's are a bit concerned with the way you treated the last mission..."

Something cold touched her face and Rose let her head turn to the side away from the unfamiliar feeling. She did not like the cold, not one bit and she felt her body wriggling around on it's own accord trying to escape whatever it was that made gooseflesh crawl over her entire body. Then there was a sound- more of a pulse that her body was aware of than a sound she could hear with her ears before a dull ringing in her ears triggered a sensor in her mind, alerting her that a gun had been fired.

Blue eyes snapping open wide, her body instinctively hit the fight or flight response and with the blink of an eye, her right hand had grabbed onto a small shiv kept strapped to her right calf and with a fluid movement, her right leg hooked around the person that she had just managed to register was hovering over her and rolled herself up, pinning the man down onto his back with her on his chest with shiv in hand and at where his throat would be. It was all reflex, her eyes did nothing to help her in the effort as she was still only seeing blurred outlines and muddled colors of whomever was stupid enough to try to take her by surprise.

"I'ma bail you up you filthy bludger!" Her accent came out thick (even so that the 'normal American' wouldn't have a clue as to what she just said), her natural brogue taking over in her still discombobulated state. Her teeth bared, she pressed the shiv up closer to his neck, finding that there was an barrier of cold metal keeping the weapon from reaching any skin. Perplexed, Rose closed her eyes hard only to open them again, trying to shake the blurred image below her until finally, shapes and colors were starting to separate from one another until she finally had a clear image.

She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. A single eye was staring back at her from behind a split colored mask, a mask she had become all too familiar with over the last year. She felt the blood starting to drain from her face as she swallowed a lump in her throat, still trying to comprehend the obscurity of the situation.

"Well... just... shit..."

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I'm going to hold off just a bit before my next Rumpel post, see what Myst does and if she is approved...

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

When I think 'Catman' I think . God dammit Adam West lol

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Her body was screaming, and yet she couldn’t let out a single sound. Bound, constricted, drugged and completely vulnerable, Rose continued slipping in and out of consciousness as her body’s natural instinct was to shut down to null the pain. She wasn’t sure how long she was there, wherever there was she didn’t have an inkling of a clue; her mind a jumbled mess of flashes between dreams and reality, though which one was which she couldn’t tell.

For a few moments she was aware of the lights overhead, streaming down onto her face and piercing through her heavy eyelids that she was only able to open half a fraction of an inch before losing the battle and let them slam back shut. Wrestling with Killer Croc would have been an easier task than trying to get her body to cooperate right now. Once her body was forced back into relaxing, an annoying buzz around her ears made her vaguely aware that she wasn’t alone. The buzz, the longer she concentrated, turned into soft murmuring voices around her.

For a moment, her mind was able to focus long enough on a few key words spoken by her captors. Blonde. Incarceration. Surprise. Scrawny. They were talking about her, that much was clear, but what more her captors were saying escaped her mind as she slipped back into unconsciousness for what very well could have been the thirtieth time within an hour, welcoming the light that brought her screaming nerve endings to a tolerable throb.

The doors of the courtyard were thrown wide open, a loud bang coming from the door as it hit the cement wall once it opened as far as it could go. Two security officers made their way inside, both dressed in expensive five-piece suits with a pair of shades over their eyes and a Bluetooth headset nestled snugly in their right ear to keep them from looking too human. The taller security guard had a young woman thrown over his shoulder like she were a sack of potatoes. She certainly couldn’t have weighed more than a sack of potatoes anyway.

Catching the eye of Slade Wilson, the security guard chuckled as he reached his opposite arm around to heave the small blonde off his shoulder and dropped her at Slade’s feet.

“You got mail, Slade.” The security officer said with a wide grin and used his foot to roll the young girl over so that she was lying on her back.

It didn’t take too much to gather that the girl had something for the Mercenary. She wore his colors and her suit (though made from Kevlar rather than armored metal) took on the same style as his, right down to the split mask that covered up the top half of her face, leaving her lips, chin, and the bottom half of her cheeks exposed.

Aside from the fact that she resembled almost an exact replica of Deathstroke (though female), the only other oddity was the fact that the girl didn’t even so much as move. Still heavily sedated, lost in the world of her dreams, she didn’t even so much as stir with her abrupt contact with the ground.

“Take good care of her yeah? Make sure to feed her once a day, take her out for walks, clean up after her messes and issue plenty of play time.” The security guard winked, chuckling to himself as he looked to the second security guard for backup support to his joke. When the second security guard only shrugged in response, the first scowled. “Oh c’mon, that was funny!” The second security guard just shook his head and began heading back to the doors they came in. “Fucking prick.” The first security guard growled as he followed his companion, not even so much as giving the others a passing glance as the doors shut behind them, leaving just as quickly as they came.

♛ Yoshi's Stash ♛

TBA

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Myst said
Rumple and Belle are my power couple! I love them so much! I am cosplaying Belle at a con next year and trying to find someone to be my Rumple.I will work on a CS in a bit, once I finish taking care of something for work. But I would like to reserve Belle in the meantime.

That sounds awesome! I went to Comic Con this year and found a couple that did the Rumpel/Belle thing. Belle didn't look too much like Emilie de Ravin, but Rumpel was spot on. Got my picture taken with both of them anyway. I'm super excited to see what season 4B has in store for us Rumbellers.

Edit: Totally forgot to mention why I brought up going to Comic Con. I got to meet Giancarlo Esposito, or Sidney Glass from the show. He's short... but a real sweetheart. Got my picture taken with him professionally and got him to sign it. It was a good day. Unfortunately none of the other cast members were there. I would have DIED if Robert Carlyle was poking around somewhere lol.

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Myst said
does anyone mind if I join this as Belle? I wanted to join a OUAT-style rp for a while now and yours looks good. Even has Rumple my bae! <3I had this idea about making Belle both the beauty and the beast (kinda like Ruby on the show)

WOOO! (Because really, what is Rumpelstiltskin without Belle?) Funny you mention Belle being the beast, in the OUAT rp I'm GMing that's exactly what happened, and it was Rumpelstiltskin's fault she became that way (but he'll take that secret to the grave). :D

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

Alright cool. I'll get to work on bringing Rose in, but by all means don't wait up for me, she won't be starting off in the courtyard.

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Yep, got it :D lol

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Earth - Manhattan

Practically drenched in rain by the time he made it from the cab to the construction site, Baeden hurried inside the small, temporary building where his boss and his boss’s boss spent most of their work days eating sandwiches and barking orders. Taking a moment to peel off his jacket and hanging it up, Baeden quickly hurried over to the crappy coffee machine that stayed on throughout the day to ensure that their workers remained alert and full of energy to complete the work day. He was just adding a couple spoonful’s of tasteless, powdered creamer before he felt a strong arm on his shoulder, followed by his boss’ voice.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you looked hung over.”

Baeden tossed the plastic spoon into the trash can and turned to face his boss. August W. Booth, a man who acted years beyond his natural age with an academic degree in sucking up. He was hardly a year or two older than Baeden, a couple inches taller with a scraggly black beard hiding away his youthfulness, but carried himself in a way that made it easy for Baeden to relate to as an older brother or even a father no matter how hard he tried not to. It never helped August’s cause when the man went out of his way trying to spend time with Baeden, always wanting him to come out with him to the clubs on the weekends or catch a movie on premier night. Baeden knew what he was doing, of course. It wasn’t at all based around a friendship, that August insisted he wanted to strengthen between the two of them, but because he felt sorry for him. August just couldn’t wrap himself around the fact that Baeden liked being alone; flying solo.

“What’s the job today? Can’t do a whole lot of cement mixing when it’s raining cats and dogs.” Baeden replied, going out of his way to ignore August’s observation. The last thing he needed right now was a lecture on needing a wing man. He didn’t need one; he had done quite well last night on his own.

“That’s actually what I want to talk to you about.” August replied taking his hand off of Baedens’s shoulder and scooted Baeden to the side to allow him access to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. “And before you say anything, I’ve already talked to Marco about all this and he’s already approved it.”

Baeden raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of the bitter beverage grateful at least the Styrofoam cup was doing something for him by warming his numb fingers. Marco was August’s boss, the big man on site. He was the grand overseer to almost everything that went on in Baeden’s division, and Baeden couldn’t have asked to work for a more honest, hard-working man in his life. He was much more of a ‘behind-the-scenes’ guy, and each time Baeden had the opportunity to talk with him directly he was always halfway through a sandwich, but with how well the business was flourishing, Baeden could only assume that someone was doing their job right. Most people would think that a father-son construction company would fail within its first few years, and even though, in Baeden's opinion, August could be a complete moron that knew nothing about the business, Marco made up for it ten times over.

“Oh? What’s the big boss gotta say now?” Baeden asked, turning back to the coffee station to add another spoon of sugar in hopes that it would make the drink more tolerable. It didn’t. August set down his own cup of coffee and reached into his leather jacket’s inside pocket and procured an envelope. Curious, Baeden kept the corner of his eye on it while adding another spoonful of sugar.

“You know you work hard, I know you work hard, and Pop’s knows you work hard. So think of this as an early Christmas on us.”

Defeated in curiosity, Baeden abandoned his cup of coffee and snatched the envelope from August, pulling out two fliers from within, both exactly the same with tickets stapled onto them.

“Lake Taho?” Baeden asked looking over the flier before looking back to August. “You’re making me take a vacation?”

“Well don’t sound too thrilled. Pops and I worked hard getting those tickets for you-“

“You won them gambling.” Baeden interrupted, gesturing towards the receipt that had been tucked away inside one of the fliers. August just smiled and put an arm around Baeden’s shoulder, opening up one of the fliers to a particular page and began pointing out a few things.

“They’ve got snowboarding, skiing, five-star hotel rooms with room service and a Jacuzzi... C’mon, it will be fun! Paid time off to go snowboarding? I’d say your boss deserves a raise.” August split his lips into a wild grin, but Baeden didn’t seem amused.

“There’s two tickets…” He observed, and August clapped him on the back before starting to walk away.

“Well I’m not going to let you have all the fun. Head on home Bae, get yourself packed up. I’ll stop by your place in two hours and we’ll head to the airport.”

Stuffing the tickets back into the envelope, Baeden let out a defeated sigh. Truly, he’d rather spend the next few days playing with two-by-fours and nails but with the weather going on the way it was, it seemed to be a fruitless argument. Shaking his head slightly, he went back to the entrance and grabbed his coat, stuffing the envelope into his pocket before braving the pouring rain as he called for another cab to go back home.