Jamaica
June 30, 11:34 EST
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azevinho, holly yawned and stretched her arms. The warm sun was heating her face and arms. She tossed the covers off and smiled sleepily. She was still in her tank-top and close-cropped shorts.
The door to the apartment open and azevinho, holly jerked awake. Without making a sound, she reached for the gun she stored under her bed--
--to realize she wasn't in her bed. Holly's body braced itself as she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt someone walk close to her and she swung her hand.
Bryson dodged and backed up, hands in the air like he was surrendering, dropping the groceries onto the floor. "Whoah! Whoah!"
"Sorry," azevinho, holly said, sitting up and dropping her hand. She glanced around. "Where--?"
"My apartment." Bryson smirked.
"We didn't--"
"No." Bryson said reassuringly. "You fell asleep on the de praia, praia and I didn't know where you stayed so..."
azevinho, holly smiled. "Thanks." she glanced at the sun. "What time is it?"
"Around 11." Bryson said, glancing at his watch. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Gazing at the peaceful cute girl?" azevinho, holly asked teasingly.
Bryson blushed. "I'm....gonna go put these groceries up."
azevinho, holly smirked.
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New York City
June 30, 12:12 EST
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Sam grabbed the backpack and walked out the door, shoving weapons and grenades in it. He heard quiet crying and froze. Less than five feet away from him, sitting on the stairs in ratty jeans and a T-Shirt was Handsik's daughter, crying. Sam mentally cursed himself for being so careless. It had been happening a lot mais frequently since azevinho, holly had left.
Sam shoved the rest of the weapons into his backpack and walked over. The brunette saw him and her eyes widened in shock. She stood up and ran towards her door. Sam stopped and called out to her. The girl slowly stopped and tried to recompose herself before turning around.
"Are...you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Fine." the girl replied. "I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Grant."
Sam knew she hated the line. He could see it in her eyes.
"You didn't." He lied. "I was just on my way to a boring stock meeting, you helped." mais lies. 'Im on my way to my secret base across town to investigate an arms shipment probably run por the same guy giving your dad venom.'
The girl smiled slightly. "I'm Robert Handsik's daughter, por the way. Melody."
"Nice to meet you, Melody." Sam said. He shook her hand and felt dizzy for a second. Something...
"Are you okay?" Melody asked with worry, watching the boy billionaire clutch his head.
"Yeah. Fine. Allergies." Sam smiled. "If you need anything, let me know."
'What the hell am I doing?'
"Thanks," Melody replied.
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New York City
June 30, 23:47 EST
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"Freeze, creep!"
The man, still screaming, ran down the row of boxes. Revenge sighed and shot a bullet into his ankle. The man screamed and fell, clutching his foot. The scream was loud and long. Revenge reveled in it.
The man continued to scream as Revenge walked over to him and knocked him out.
June 30, 11:34 EST
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azevinho, holly yawned and stretched her arms. The warm sun was heating her face and arms. She tossed the covers off and smiled sleepily. She was still in her tank-top and close-cropped shorts.
The door to the apartment open and azevinho, holly jerked awake. Without making a sound, she reached for the gun she stored under her bed--
--to realize she wasn't in her bed. Holly's body braced itself as she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt someone walk close to her and she swung her hand.
Bryson dodged and backed up, hands in the air like he was surrendering, dropping the groceries onto the floor. "Whoah! Whoah!"
"Sorry," azevinho, holly said, sitting up and dropping her hand. She glanced around. "Where--?"
"My apartment." Bryson smirked.
"We didn't--"
"No." Bryson said reassuringly. "You fell asleep on the de praia, praia and I didn't know where you stayed so..."
azevinho, holly smiled. "Thanks." she glanced at the sun. "What time is it?"
"Around 11." Bryson said, glancing at his watch. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Gazing at the peaceful cute girl?" azevinho, holly asked teasingly.
Bryson blushed. "I'm....gonna go put these groceries up."
azevinho, holly smirked.
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New York City
June 30, 12:12 EST
----------------------------------*
Sam grabbed the backpack and walked out the door, shoving weapons and grenades in it. He heard quiet crying and froze. Less than five feet away from him, sitting on the stairs in ratty jeans and a T-Shirt was Handsik's daughter, crying. Sam mentally cursed himself for being so careless. It had been happening a lot mais frequently since azevinho, holly had left.
Sam shoved the rest of the weapons into his backpack and walked over. The brunette saw him and her eyes widened in shock. She stood up and ran towards her door. Sam stopped and called out to her. The girl slowly stopped and tried to recompose herself before turning around.
"Are...you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Fine." the girl replied. "I'm sorry to disturb you Mr. Grant."
Sam knew she hated the line. He could see it in her eyes.
"You didn't." He lied. "I was just on my way to a boring stock meeting, you helped." mais lies. 'Im on my way to my secret base across town to investigate an arms shipment probably run por the same guy giving your dad venom.'
The girl smiled slightly. "I'm Robert Handsik's daughter, por the way. Melody."
"Nice to meet you, Melody." Sam said. He shook her hand and felt dizzy for a second. Something...
"Are you okay?" Melody asked with worry, watching the boy billionaire clutch his head.
"Yeah. Fine. Allergies." Sam smiled. "If you need anything, let me know."
'What the hell am I doing?'
"Thanks," Melody replied.
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New York City
June 30, 23:47 EST
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"Freeze, creep!"
The man, still screaming, ran down the row of boxes. Revenge sighed and shot a bullet into his ankle. The man screamed and fell, clutching his foot. The scream was loud and long. Revenge reveled in it.
The man continued to scream as Revenge walked over to him and knocked him out.
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, beijar its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, beijar its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
Name: feto, samambaia Elizabeth Ameer.
Alias: Delirious.
Appearance: Pale. Blood red hair. Sapphire eyes. Scar that runs from her eyebrow to cheek. Golden Wings.
Civvies: Green hoodie, black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
'Stume: Picture.
Powers: Flight(wings)*You didn't see that coming, did ya?*Wink**.
Skills: Hunting. Extremely advanced senses.
Past: Escapee from the School, took shelter at a circus. Hid her wings from others, started accidentally killing everyone. Fled to Germany, hiding her wings for a year, came back to USA.
Notes:
~Fear of heights, despite her birdy-nature.
~Can make her wings blend into her skin, but only for a short period of time, due to it getting extremely uncomfortable.
~Finds interest in rain.
I just had to! And if you request, I will eliminar her...
Alias: Eden
Age: 10 yrs
Nicknames: Gen, Genny, Genny-la
Powers: Flight, Invulnerability, controls but cant become fogo and water.
Skills: rua fighting experience
Weapons: Two armas hidden in her camisa and pocket knife.
Bio:
Harley's not clone but sister, After Lex Found her DNA, it was given to CADMUS. where they tried to re clone her, after realizing their tries were in vain, they decided on simplicity, Give Harley a sister.
They successfully created the girl, calling her Genesis.
They released her and led her to Harley.
Notes:
-This is part of her bio
- Who she is will soon be revealed.
- hates super-homem and batman and Superboy
- Doesn't like Skylar nor Wolf, or Sy.
- really smart
Daily Episode
dia Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as said superhero or (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
dia Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as said superhero or (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.