Czarina, still on four legs, sped ahead of the others. She reached the edge of the zone of destruction and halted in her tracks.
A semi-concious Scotch had her arms loosely around Richi’s neck, who stood in the center of the ruins. Everything surrounding them was blown back, demolished, as if there had been a vicious tornado, and the two teens had been in the eye of it.
“Remind me not to piss Scotch off,” Blaze muttered, who had reached the lobo along with the others.
“Richi! Scotch!” Val raced progressivo, para a frente to her friends. As she neared, she was able to better see the red beginning to stain the blonde boy’s shirt. The tolet, violet hair girl in his arms was trembling as the blood seeped from her wounds.
“What happened?” Silver said in awe of the power it would have taken to create such a scene.
“I told you,” Valeriya said, “She’s prone to panicking.”
“We need to get her to a hospital. Now,” Richi said.
“I don’t think that would be the smartest idea,” Alek countered.
“He’s right,” Nic agreed. “Six teenagers showing up at a hospital to get care for their friend with two gun-shot wounds? That’s bound to raise a few flags.”
“Then what do you suggest we do?” Val demanded.
Blaze crossed his arms, a solution already formed in his mind. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She opened her mauve eyes and squinted up at the ceiling as her blurry vision began to clear. Muffled voices around her turned into soft, distinguishable tones speaking soft, undistinguishable words. As her senses sorted themselves out, Scotch tried to sit up on the cama she had been laid on, but froze and gasped a sharp pain pierced her torso.
“Well, well, looks who’s back in the land of the living,” Richi recited from his place leaning against the mural across from the bed.
“Woah,” he said as the girl tried to sit up straighter. He removed himself from the mural and set a gentle hand on her shoulder, carefully pushing her back down. “Scotch, you’ve sustained two gun shot wounds. You need to rest.”
She nodded and relaxed back into the comfort comforter. “Where are we?” she asked.
“Atlanta, Georgia. Two star, low rate, off the grid hotel.”
Scotch’s drooping eye lids snapped back open at the unfamiliar voice. She turned her head and glanced at the white-haired teenage girl standing por a escrivaninha, mesa where a blonde and girl Scotch didn’t immediately recognize were at work on a pair of laptops.
The door of the hotel opened and Val walked in and quickly shut the door behind her. She smiled at Scotch, who returned the gesture. Her friend tossed a bag to a dark haired teenager who sat on the segundo twin bed.
He caught is easily, muttered a thank you, and raised the ice to his black eye. “You find anything yet, Aryess?” he asked. The girl who sat perched on the escrivaninha, mesa with a laptop shook her head. “What about you, Alek?” the boy also shook his head.
“What are you looking for?” Scotch asked. Suddenly the names of the teens, the events of the past days, came rushing back to her. Her eyes widened and she struggled to stay whelmed over the overpowering intensity of it all.
“A link between the Light, the School, and our assassins,” Nic said in answer to her question.
“And we’ve come up with nothing in the past 5 hours,” Vika said, sounding down hearted.
“Oh. Wait, I was asleep for 5 hours?” “Long enough to get those bullets out of you,” Richi confirmed.
Scotch blinked, then blushed, feeling the bandages just under her rib cage and on her foreleg.
“Don’t worry,” Val reassured. “I performed the procedure myself. Nic instructed me, though he couldn’t do it himself with the blurry vision of his bad eye.”
“Oh,” Scotch breathed, blush fading. Vika giggled. “You really need to relax, or you’ll have to be institutionalized for stress-”
“That’s it!” Aryess suddenly exclaimed, making the others jump.
“Institute!”
“[/i]The[/i] Institute?” her partner said. A smile graced his lips and turned his attention back to his laptop, fingers a flurry as the flashed across the keyboard.
“Hold on. ‘The Institution’? What does that have to do with our mission?” Richi asked.
“The Institution for Higher Living is linked to the School,” Nic supplied. “It’s a place were several of their experiments were caged until a few years ago. They're linked to CADMUS and other organizations that test on and create mutants. Both the School and the Institute are run by-”
“Itexicon,” Alek finished. “And there happens to be an HQ right here in Atlanta.”
“Remind me not to piss Scotch off,” Blaze muttered, who had reached the lobo along with the others.
“Richi! Scotch!” Val raced progressivo, para a frente to her friends. As she neared, she was able to better see the red beginning to stain the blonde boy’s shirt. The tolet, violet hair girl in his arms was trembling as the blood seeped from her wounds.
“What happened?” Silver said in awe of the power it would have taken to create such a scene.
“I told you,” Valeriya said, “She’s prone to panicking.”
“We need to get her to a hospital. Now,” Richi said.
“I don’t think that would be the smartest idea,” Alek countered.
“He’s right,” Nic agreed. “Six teenagers showing up at a hospital to get care for their friend with two gun-shot wounds? That’s bound to raise a few flags.”
“Then what do you suggest we do?” Val demanded.
Blaze crossed his arms, a solution already formed in his mind. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She opened her mauve eyes and squinted up at the ceiling as her blurry vision began to clear. Muffled voices around her turned into soft, distinguishable tones speaking soft, undistinguishable words. As her senses sorted themselves out, Scotch tried to sit up on the cama she had been laid on, but froze and gasped a sharp pain pierced her torso.
“Well, well, looks who’s back in the land of the living,” Richi recited from his place leaning against the mural across from the bed.
“Woah,” he said as the girl tried to sit up straighter. He removed himself from the mural and set a gentle hand on her shoulder, carefully pushing her back down. “Scotch, you’ve sustained two gun shot wounds. You need to rest.”
She nodded and relaxed back into the comfort comforter. “Where are we?” she asked.
“Atlanta, Georgia. Two star, low rate, off the grid hotel.”
Scotch’s drooping eye lids snapped back open at the unfamiliar voice. She turned her head and glanced at the white-haired teenage girl standing por a escrivaninha, mesa where a blonde and girl Scotch didn’t immediately recognize were at work on a pair of laptops.
The door of the hotel opened and Val walked in and quickly shut the door behind her. She smiled at Scotch, who returned the gesture. Her friend tossed a bag to a dark haired teenager who sat on the segundo twin bed.
He caught is easily, muttered a thank you, and raised the ice to his black eye. “You find anything yet, Aryess?” he asked. The girl who sat perched on the escrivaninha, mesa with a laptop shook her head. “What about you, Alek?” the boy also shook his head.
“What are you looking for?” Scotch asked. Suddenly the names of the teens, the events of the past days, came rushing back to her. Her eyes widened and she struggled to stay whelmed over the overpowering intensity of it all.
“A link between the Light, the School, and our assassins,” Nic said in answer to her question.
“And we’ve come up with nothing in the past 5 hours,” Vika said, sounding down hearted.
“Oh. Wait, I was asleep for 5 hours?” “Long enough to get those bullets out of you,” Richi confirmed.
Scotch blinked, then blushed, feeling the bandages just under her rib cage and on her foreleg.
“Don’t worry,” Val reassured. “I performed the procedure myself. Nic instructed me, though he couldn’t do it himself with the blurry vision of his bad eye.”
“Oh,” Scotch breathed, blush fading. Vika giggled. “You really need to relax, or you’ll have to be institutionalized for stress-”
“That’s it!” Aryess suddenly exclaimed, making the others jump.
“Institute!”
“[/i]The[/i] Institute?” her partner said. A smile graced his lips and turned his attention back to his laptop, fingers a flurry as the flashed across the keyboard.
“Hold on. ‘The Institution’? What does that have to do with our mission?” Richi asked.
“The Institution for Higher Living is linked to the School,” Nic supplied. “It’s a place were several of their experiments were caged until a few years ago. They're linked to CADMUS and other organizations that test on and create mutants. Both the School and the Institute are run by-”
“Itexicon,” Alek finished. “And there happens to be an HQ right here in Atlanta.”
"How in hell is it back?!"
"The mais important question- how did it find us?"
"Well, it doesn't seem like we have much of a choice... but we have to get the team back together."
"But-"
"We were the only ones able to stop it the first time, and we're the only ones able to stop it now."
There was a sigh, and a turn of the head to the third person in the room.
"You sent out the birds, right?"
"Everyone should be here in at least 24 hours."
"Not enough time..."
"When is there ever?"
"Don't know, but I'm sure we're going to need the entire team to make this happen."
The segundo person finally chimed back in, "You do know that I told all my Leauger friends that Maura killed you guys, right?"
"You what?"
"I don't know! It was a 'spur-of-the-moment' kind of thing!"
((Yep! Thats all I wanna share! If you guys really do want mais just say so! But this is all I'm gonna give you for now, even though I have tons more! WHEEEEE! amor ya guys!))
"The mais important question- how did it find us?"
"Well, it doesn't seem like we have much of a choice... but we have to get the team back together."
"But-"
"We were the only ones able to stop it the first time, and we're the only ones able to stop it now."
There was a sigh, and a turn of the head to the third person in the room.
"You sent out the birds, right?"
"Everyone should be here in at least 24 hours."
"Not enough time..."
"When is there ever?"
"Don't know, but I'm sure we're going to need the entire team to make this happen."
The segundo person finally chimed back in, "You do know that I told all my Leauger friends that Maura killed you guys, right?"
"You what?"
"I don't know! It was a 'spur-of-the-moment' kind of thing!"
((Yep! Thats all I wanna share! If you guys really do want mais just say so! But this is all I'm gonna give you for now, even though I have tons more! WHEEEEE! amor ya guys!))
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she dividido, dividir from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and dividido, dividir the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog engradado, caixa he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" angel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." angel looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" angel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in estrela City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, or stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 segundo sneak visualização Saturday after DC Nation. Two mais 30-45 sec previews and 6 visualização pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.