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|Gotham Rp|
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-Antic jerked at the sudden pain when the IV was thrust into her heart. She shook a bit but kept herself as smiling and lighthearted as possible. She felt the stump getting smacked and hurt. She tried to laugh through it and waited until she left to finally let a few tears of pain out. When the doctor walked in, she heard what they had to say and stopped her tears. She gasped when the IV was removed and seemed at ease when she was checked. She looked at the Doctor and said, “Listen, benefactor or not, I would rather not go through any experimental crap. Just give me a cane and I can walk out of here just fine. I know very well you need the patient’s okay to do anything. I am NOT okaying any experimental crap.” She tried to sit herself up so she could get a move on and get out of there. She didn’t want anything to do with what might have been in store for her.-
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The doctor looked at the chart and raised a brow at her. “But it shows here that you signed the consent form and want it done in rush capacity are you saying you don’t want it anymore?” The doctor then continued to flip through the chart and saw the note left on the end and stopped dead in his tracks then looked to her then back to the chart. “I will have to check with administration see if there is some sort of mix up with all this chaos happening.” he then left out of the room and locked it behind her and looked at the page and the name scribbled on it and walked up to the cops handing them the chart. “Shes in room 35B she is extremely wounded we show she is scheduled for a Muse tech surgery that hasn’t been approved yet but it shows she signed everything.”
The cops looked at the chart not really making heads or tails of it accept that the permissions where signed but they where not signed by the woman in that room. the woman who signed then was none other then Sandra Muse owner of Muse incorporated. the commissioner nodded and handed the chart back. “No one is to see those charts but me and you got that and prep her for surgery we need her able to be transported to a maximum security prison.” on that last page in big letters was the word Antic!!!!!!!
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-Antic watched as the doctor went out and locked the door. She knew she didn’t sign anything. Since she was already sitting and heard the door lock. She uprighted herself on her one leg and held onto the bed as she hobbled over to the window. She hopped across the room and began trying to open the window as quickly as possible. She opened the lock on the window and opened it up just enough to squeeze through. She wouldn’t have a way to close it but oh well. She wriggled her way out of the window, gripping weakly onto the ledge outside and tried to shimmy across the ledge with just her hands. She knew she was weak yet and she needed to be very careful. She tried to push herself to head to an area that dipped down a little.
She reached out for the ledge as her strength began to fail and just barely pulled herself up onto the rooftop of the lower area. She found a tall ledge there and sat down behind it in order to rest for a moment and regain herself before trying to get herself down and away. She knew she’d have to find new stuff to wear and that she had a place to go to in order to find it. She just needed to get there by herself. For the moment, she breathed deeply and evenly, trying to figure out how she was going to get down.-
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The doctor runs off and sets to prepping for the surgery as the cops place gaurds outside the room the Commissioner walks into the room after unlocking it to find the window is open and rushes out telling them to start searching the ground a one legged woman couldn’t have gotten far. He then walks to the desk and orders the hospital into lock down no one comes or leaves tell he says otherwise. he then places a call to the outside to get helicopters into the air to search the roof and exterior of the building as the cops start to search the lower grounds for her.
Reading over the data from the night before she was wondering about the weird energy signitures she had been reading and was wondering if it was possible to recreate them. As she continued to read over the data she thought for a moment and tapped her fingers on the desk. Then flipped images of the man up onto the screen and enlarged them staring at the man for several moments. “Who are you?” she asked as she then looked back to the report and started to read over it.
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-Antic peeked as cops spread around through the premises, her plans only needing more worked out. She went back against the wall and knew she needed to move quickly. She decided it was time to do or die, literally. She waited for a group of cops to pass by and made sure other groups weren’t looking at the time. She quickly lowered herself down and ended up landing on her good leg. She felt it pop, her knee had disconnected. She gritted her teeth and used her stump and disconnected portion to walk on the knees and her hands to move her faster. She tried to crawl as far away as possible despite the supreme pain. She made sure to get herself to a sewer drain, forcing it open and dropping her bottom in. She lowered herself in and held one arm onto the ladder and pulled the sewer drain slowly with her other hand. She lowered down the rest of the way and used her arms to crawl along in the sewers until she was completely and utterly lost. She finally tired out and sat herself against the edge, then tried to pop her ‘good’ leg back into place.-
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Finally tossed the small tablet onto the desk and stood up and stared at the man and then touched the screen and swiped it over onto a holo-projector and walked around it as she shuddered feeling the suit slowly pull the needles from her spine slowly getting light headed as the data flow stopped and she got a little dis-oriented and feel onto her ass as the last needle pulled out of her spin and she stood there looking at the man on the projector with this bewildered look on her face tell her brain caught up and she made sense of what was going on and realized the new suit either was worn constantly or only in dire emergency. Standing up She runs her hand over her naked body as multiple holes can be seen on her back form the suite. Picking up the suite she walked over and plugged it in to run analysis as she stepped into a cylinder that ran around her and inspected her body for damage from the suit.
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-Demise stood up and looked around the city and he felt the pulse of the one he had wounded slow and then finally stop. He sighed happy that the problem was over but he knew a new one would soon rise to take its place so he headed towards the museum of hero’s to take something that would give him a step up in the battles to come. He blew the door down with a ring blast before floating in standing in front of a suit of armor that was slightly cracked and he smiled at it. He ran his hand over the glass looking in on the bat armor that had been used to defeat the villain Bane. He opened the case and fitted the armor around his street clothes and the armor turned red with a Red Lantern crest in its chest where the bat symbol once was. He did not take the mask as he didn’t want to disrespect the memory. The armor turned rigid like it was covered in scales before it forms a skeleton mask over his face along with bone line tendrils that cover up his hair so it could no longer be visible and his eyes capped over in a yellow film.-
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-Tall heels clicked on the sidewalks of Gotham, her hiding her normal outfit under a fur coat she had saved up most of her salaries for. It was a full mink from shoulder to her ankles in order to hide her usual leather outfit and still on top of that, a spandex outfit. She had canisters on her hidden spiked belt which she had acquired from an after battle party and tracked down the supplier to sneak her own. Yet she was on advertisements that were miniature, only on sports channels. She wanted to be as famous as her papi, but not as dependent on the venom. She made sure it was always kept off.
She looked down as a small child came up to her and touched her mink coat. She simply smiled and said, “Hello there niño. What would you like?”
“Could you autograph my homemade mask?” He smiled brightly and held out a crudely hand-made mask that looked kind of like her grand papi’s.
She took the mask carefully and reached into her mink coat, searching her pockets for a writing implement but finding none. She looked at him and said, “I have nothing to sign it with, so how about this… Instead of signing this, I will come to your school and be your best friend for the day?”
The boy’s eyes widened as he hugged her and said, “Thank you! I would love that!” He went over and immediately told his mother everything.
The mother came over and said, “I am so sorry about that, he just has seen you compete and thinks that he can be the next you and…”
Banna stood straight up and held her fingers to the mother’s lips. “It is quite alright. Where is the boy’s school?”
The mother took a deep breath and said, “A couple blocks from here. You are a treasure, miss.”
She smiled as she watched the mother and her child walk away. She certainly would have to remember this. She remembered it as clearly as the day she tried venom for the first time. That party was a riot until she nearly ripped the one kid’s spine from his flesh. It was good times until that. She had to stop reminding herself of how fun it was and thought on what it had done to ones before her. She shook her head and went to her apartment in the lower parts of town.
She opened the door carefully and nearly got her keys stuck. She walked into her apartment and placed the mink and her work suit into the closet. She looked down at her belt and debated switching belts to one not carrying canisters. She sighed and knew it would be too painful, so she just jammed it into the off position and placed a safety lock onto it. She changed her work mask out for her other mask, the mask she used to rob places.
She would then contemplate where to go, thus deciding on a typical bank more towards the center of the city. She took off out of her home and made sure to only travel through alleys, heading for a middle sized bank and stepping into it and saying, “This is a hold up. If you wish to live, please hand over one register full of cash and remain on the ground. If the authorities are alerted, you will be severely punished.”
She watched as all the bankers began to panic and one decided to press the silent alarm while the others did as she said. She watched them as they began putting money into a bag.-
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As the scan finished she stepped out and stretched and the suits analysis was almost completed her body had finished being scanned and it sent a read out that she would need to report to a WaynTech doctor for immediate treatment for spinal degeneration. she nearly looked pissed then screamed out in pure rage. Then Punched the wall her hand bleeding instantly and she looked back to the man on the holo Projector and sighed. Sliding naked into the chair she crossed her legs and flipped through the information and nodded. “Alright Lets do this to what’s left of WaynTech.” She couldn’t completely take the company over she couldn’t do that to him he had been good to her. His father and grandfather had taken care of this city for so long she knew it was best to listen to these systems. Standing up and looked to the suit.
Pulling the suit up and draping it over her arm she walked towards the wall to start her way up then blinked as an alert came through and she watched the screen and narrowed her eyes. “You BASTARD.” she quickly stepped back into the suit as it reconnected into her spine and she screamed as it reconnected quickly and harsh. Shuddering she grabbed her Mask and slipped it on taking a breath. “Your dead….” she stumbled briefly before her body caught up she had screwed up somewhere in the design but didn’t have time to diagnosis the problem it was working now and she would visit WaynTech after this.
Turning and stalking to a large round pad that had a large vehicle under it that was covered by a cloth with so much dust on it that no one would think it had been touched in years and in truth it hadn’t been touched in decades. gripping it she jerked it off and tossed the cloth to the side and there sitting before her was a vehicle the city had not seen in so many years and she tapped a button on the list and the Bat mobile roared to life and opened and she hopped into it and shot out of the ground level flying through the city heading straight for the Museum of justice.
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-Demise stood in the middle of the road with his hands behind his back and with this new armor he was no longer wearing a ring on his finger instead it was turned into the wrist guard. He used his red ring to create a claymore that had the hand guard in the shape of a batrang. Demise felt the anger coming closer and his smile slowly grew but it couldn’t be seen through the new mask. Once she was within half a mile of Demise he activated the suit and instead of the needles stabbing into the spine they stabbed into pure energy that activated as a medium between him and the armor. He never moved as the car comes flying towards him at top speed and as soon as it was in arms reached he slammed his hands into the hood sending it flipping over his head crashing into a dumpster. He would then turn waiting to see if she was still alive after the accident. He knew his new look would piss her off and he could sense it through her emotions. He wondered if he could somehow find the remnants of superman somewhere in the remnants of the Brainic infested Metropolis.
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-Mistress watched as the bag was finally filled and she walked up and took the bag. She turned to the door to see one police car come up. She looked back to the tellers and said, “Please tell me, who pressed the button?”
The one teller shakily tried to answer, the hulking female coming up to him and grabbing him by the back of his shirt. She held him in front of her and walked out in front of the cops. They had guns but would not shoot the teller. “If you please would stay there, nothing happened but I must assure I escape,” She spoke firmly to the cops and then walked until she was out of sight of them.
She placed the teller down and said, “You may return to your job, just don’t do that again.”
He nodded and ran away from her. She smiled to herself as she took the alleys back home, going into her apartment and placing down the large bag of cash. She placed on a fake silk dress and sat down on her couch, taking her mask off to relax a little bit as she watched the news.-
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she watched as data pulsed through her brain and the mask as the analyzed it right then and as the car flipped the top slipped open and she brought her fist down into the mans skull with full force of her dead weight drop onto him and force of a thrown punch. as she twisted once connected with the punch she dropped to her feet if she managed to make the hit at all the calculations said she would at least make the hit so the maneuver was pulled but the landing may not of been as graceful as she wanted if she wasn’t caught off guard and managed to land. “YOU BASTARD.” hearing the car land in the dumpster she focused her rage was clean and clear but it was controlled by sheer will power and hope to win against him.
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-Demise’s mask became even more solid so when she punched it there was only a crack that ran down the right eye. He then raised his right hand up creating a bed of spikes where she would soon land before he used his speed of being a lantern to get behind her and fire a spike directly at the system that connected the suit to her spine. If this landed it would disengage the suit meaning it would shut down and leave her defenseless ending the fight and he would fly off and out of the solar system. If this dose not land he would create something new for her to ponder over, they were giant saw blades that began to cut up the road at sixty miles per hour to try and slice and dice her and anything else that gets in the way of them.-
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The spike hit the system dead on and something odd happened that he didn’t expect the energy from the construct get drawn into the suit at least tell the suit over loaded and she crumpled to the ground landing on the bed of spike but with how she hit the thing it was like landing on a bed of nails painful and annoying to say the least but she would live and she rolled off as best she could but was left on the ground trying to figure out how to move the spinal damage was to much and the disorientation was setting in. she looked around confused and dazed for hours but didn’t know what was going on and her body wasn’t responding or moving at this point.
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•.A black cat sat on a trash can in an alley, yowling up at the second-story window of an apartment where a fluffy white cat sat in the sill, yowling back. They were both puffed up with their fur standing on end. As a chilly breeze brushed down through the alley, trash swirled and tumbled from bags that had been dumped on the ground beside rear building emergency exits that were either not fully tied or had holes ripped in them by scavenging stray animals. The walls were grimy, and the stink of both garbage from the streets and urine from a partially-open manhole filled the air.
Leaning against one such filthy wall and watching the cats yowl at each other was a girl of about eighteen, ice blue eyes trailing between cat and window as she tapped her black umbrella against the floor. She had on a hoodie that had at one time been solid black with cat ears but now had one cut off and was covered in embroidered-on stitches, free hand embedded in its pocket. Black hair streaked with chrome blonde fringed the left side of her face, but nothing came from the right, and music blasted from ear buds (one was in, the other hanging out, so she could hear). Her eyes were thickly lined with purple, and she had black lipstick on; she had snake bites in, along with a set of three piercings that ran the length of her nose. She had a short black skirt on and striped black and red leggings with tears in random places, giving peeks at skin that had been marred with ink, knife, and needle. Black boots with one-inch heels covered her feet, spiked and steel-toed.
She happened to look outside of the alley and turned to see a strange guy, and since he was dressed weird she wandered to the edge of the alley in order to look out and watch him. After a few minutes, she heard a car engine. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t have peaked her interest much at all; this one she was very interested in, because it didn’t sound like anything she’d ever heard before and it sounded like it was working hard. Like a speeding car. And then she saw the car, and it was as strange-looking as the man she’d been watching. Even stranger? Though surely the driver could see the guy in the middle of the street, he or she was not slowing down. Hell, the girl (named Andalique Blood) was almost convinced that it was speeding up instead. Her eyes, outfitted with extra-long fake silver eyelashes, widened, and her eyebrows raised. Was she watching an intentional hit-and-run in the making? Damn!
She was new to this city, having only moved here a week ago, and she’d been warned that some wild things tended to happen, but…she never expected to be able to see it! She momentarily wondered if she should call the cops. At least, until the guy turned around and instead of, oh, say, panicking or trying to run, he just stood there. When the car reached him, he punched it – ‘Dear god, what a looney’ she thought – and instead of being sent flying like a normal person, the car went flying! The top was sliced off and the driver, a woman, came out punching him on top of the head as she exited the now-flipping vehicle. A moment later, she was down for the count, and Anda’s jaw dropped. “Oh, joy…” ‘Superfreaks.’ She finished mentally, trying to decide whether she should run towards the lady and try to help her up, or run away. She didn’t even know what was going on.
Andalique turned and looked to where the alley cat was, only he wasn’t there anymore; apparently he had more sense, and had taken off running when the insanity started. Andalique sighed and decided to do the opposite of what her possibly-much-smarter ten-minute companion had chosen to do and ran out into the street, heading for the now-disoriented looking woman and moving to try and help her up, then drag her off to Anda’s apartment a few streets over. Her mom was at work, and she figured that as long as the woman wasn’t still there when Mother Dearest got home, things would be fine.•