YoshiSkittlez

Titans!

I'm probably going to wait for that whole training simulation thing to end before I bring in Cassie...

Titans!

The second the television was cut off, Rose was wrenched from her sitting position on the chair and brought to her feet by two other large men in grey suits, no doubt working for now not-so-sharp-looking-white-suit-man. Still, her wrists she found had been handcuffed together behind her back, and each of the thugs had their meaty hands clasped tightly on her thin but muscular arms.

“He’s going to kill you.” Rose said simply to the man in the white suit as the men in grey suits proceeded to take her out of the room. “Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul..” She recited just as the men had her in the doorway, but Rose was fighting them. She wasn’t done talking to Whitey. If her father’s job was to come here and kill this man, then it was her job to get him nice and scared before he did so.

“The fuck is she going on about?” One of the men in grey suits asked out loud.

“Boss I think you hit her too hard…” The other replied.

“Idiots!” The man in white hissed as he approached the three in the doorway. “Do you know nothing?” The man stooped down to Rose’s level, his face just inches from hers and gripped her jaw tightly with his hand, forcing her head to tilt to the side.

“In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud.…” Rose went on without even so much as hitching her breath when the ‘big boss’ grabbed at her face.

“Slade Wilson has taught you well Rose. But I’m afraid English literature won’t be helping you out of this. In fact, daddy won’t be coming to save you at all…for you see…this whole elaborate scheme I’ve created will only end up with him being dead. And you…well…I haven’t decided what to do with you just yet. So much potential…”
Rose snapped her eyes back at him, forcing her face to face him straight on, unblinking.

“Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.” And with that, Rose brought up her knee, catching the groin of the man in the white suit all the while twisting her body and wrenching free from the two goons who had her only held with one hand each. With a deft move, Rose pocketed the pistol out of the first goon at the same time vaulting herself over the man in the white suit, clenching her arm around his throat and putting the gun to his head. The two men in grey suits looked at her, pure astonishment in their eyes.

“Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade-AAAAGH” Rose fell to a crumpled heap onto the floor, the man in the white suit slipping a high-voltage tazer back into his slick pants pocket and his beady eyes narrowing at his two goons.

“Either of you got any brass?” The man in the white suit asked his two thugs, turning to look at Rose who lay twitching on the floor, trying to muster up any amount of willpower she could to get back up.

“And yet…the menace…of the years Finds, and shall find, me…unafraid…” Rose continued on, though found it incredibly difficult to speak. Two shadows covered her quickly as the two thugs had reached her once again, one pulling her to her feet with both arms looped under her arm pits, holding her close to his chest while the other pulled out what Rose could only see as some sort of glove with metal knuckles.

“It matters not how strait the gate-“ The thug cracked his knuckles and drew his hand back.

“How charged with punishments the scroll.” Rose wheezed out as the first punch landed directly into her stomach, knocking out the air.

“I am the master of my fate-“ Another blow, this time forcing tears to her eyes and then another, a sickening cracking sound coming from her ribcage.

“I am the captain of my soul.”

Incursions

Posted for Deon. Will post for Kate once I figure out what to do with her lol

Incursions

7:00 pm and Deon clocked in…literally. With one mean right hook, Deon’s balled up fist met the jaw of his opponent, clipping him immediately in the sweet spot. Deon couldn’t hear the cracking coming from the man’s jaw from the loud roar of spectators watching the scene, but his fist was able to feel the rigid bone structure cave in certain areas putting a rather satisfied smirk on his lip as he pulled his hand back. The man with the now broken jaw hit the cage wall hard and slumped to the ground in a pathetic heap. The uproar of the crowd around him forced his hands into the air in a victory stance, his golden eyes piercing through the metal cage he was enclosed in to those enjoying the show; but even their cheers and yells of excitement were drowned out by the club’s choice of music, a song that usually played when Deon was on a hot streak.

“Lllllllllllllladies and gentlemen! Give it up for District 10’s favorite fighter! The Crusher!”

The announcer, barely audible above the bar’s noises, was seemingly heard as the volume increased ten-fold, making Deon’s ears start to pound. He hadn’t been too fond of the nickname he was given, it was sort of something the announcer just decided to start calling him once he began to work at the Spit. The frequents seemed to like it, and it got his face plastered around all over the district, so he didn’t mind.

“Someone scrape this donkey shit off of my ring.” Deon shouted to the crowd, obviously very into the attention he was getting and in response, one of the clubs bouncers entered the caged ring and dragged out the unconscious man that Deon had just been fighting. Deon followed after the bouncer, leaving the cage and forced his way through the crowd that had gathered since he had started fighting until he reached the bar. He tapped the counter twice, signaling for the bartender to grab him his usual and took a moment to look over ‘The Spit.’ It seemed like it wasn’t that long ago since he came to work here, had it already been a year since his entire life had flipped upside-down on him? The bar tender had just pulled out a frozen glass and began to pour the clear liquid into the glass when Deon put his hand on the bar tender’s arm, motioning for him to leave the bottle and then took the bottle from him, drinking straight out from the top.

Not even moments later, a small group of women approached him with very suggestive looks on their faces. Deon set the bottle down; his interest now peaked as the one in the tight red leather dress promptly sat down on his lap.

“That was some fight you did out there.” The girl in the green dress said as the one in the red dress began to nibble on his ear and neck.

“Hell of a fight, tell me; have you ever been beaten?” The girl in the blue dress asked, moving so that she was behind Deon and put her hands down onto his chest, pressing her own chest up against his back. Deon was only too happy to oblige.

“No ma’am, you’re looking at an undefeated champ.” He smirked, picking up the bottle once again letting the girl in the blue massage his chest while the girl in the red continued to nibble on him. The girl in the green then took this as her chance and pushed the bottle away from his lips, pressing her own lips to his while her hands danced tugged at his hair.

God he loved going to work.

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

So...I've been kinda looking this over for a few weeks now, kind of on the fence and what-not. So I was wondering, what sort of characters would be wanted/needed in the current situation/setup?

Titans!

thats up to DSW, this arc was his idea lol

Titans!

Slowly, the blue orbs of Rose’s eyes flitted open, only to be greeted by complete blackness. When the bag was then yanked from over the top of her head, she had wished that the blackness could have remained as she was sure that she was about to hurl from the lights penetrating her still dilated eyes. Blinking harshly and looking down to keep her stomach, garbled sounds came to her ear but it was all just white noise to her. She felt her body sway ever so slightly in the chair without her consent and finally lifted her head to look at her surroundings. Her vision was blurry however, and everything in the room seemed to be spinning. The last thing she remembered was telling Jason to leave…but why? Why did she want him to leave? She closed her eyes again, willing for the room to stop spinning around her, trying to plant her feet firmly on the ground. She tried to pull back her mess of blonde hair that had been pushed into her face, but her wrists were bound tightly behind her to the chair.

“Daddy…” She whimpered out, completely delirious to the situation as she continued to climb down from her drug induced state. Her head snapped back up, however, when her ears were rewarded with the sound of her father’s voice. She couldn’t make out the distinct words, but the low hum of his angry rant was unmistakable. Finding her father’s voice coming from a box, Rose pushed herself to try to focus; much like how she would have done when intoxicated and trying to hold a conversation with Jason. The black and orange mask of her father stood out on the box, which she quickly realized was a tv streaming him live from…wherever. Another voice picked up from behind her, another male from the deepened sounds that reached her ear in her stupor.

“It’s simple Mr. Wilson. I hold your daughter as insurance, if you will. And you will do a bit of my dirty work for me. I need a few men dead, a few powerful men…” The shadowed man continued to tell Slade. Rose tried to focus in on the man, but looking up into the bright light of the room to look at his face nearly made her lose her lunch again, but she understood loud and clear now what was going on. Her father was being blackmailed.

“You’re going to regret this. You’ll be lucky if you’ll even able to eat your meals out of a straw when he’s done with you.” Rose hissed at the man, averting her eyes from the hulking figure beside her. A harsh hand wailed down on Rose immediately, his calloused hand striking her across her face, drawing blood from her lip.

"You shut up!"

Rose grunted a bit, but took the hit as her pain receptors still hadn’t kicked back in quite yet, and instead gathered up the blood with her tongue and spat it on the man’s clean white suit.

“Go to hell.” Rose replied with a bloody smile.

Incursions

I saw no problems with it. They're headed to the spit where Deon is so that can create some interaction

Incursions

Ill try to get something up tonight

Titans!

Then post away!