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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by scarlett on Sept 11, 2012 13:05:56 GMT -5
Arizona was not a happy bunny. She wasn't even an average bunny. She was in a fucking pyschopathic mood, anyone who came to close to her had got a few bites to their hands and arms. This had resulted in her being gagged pretty painfully a few times and even electro-shocked a fair few times. She knew they wouldn't have treated her like this if they hadn't found the number 227 tattooed on her back, revealing what she was. A freak, an animal, an experiment and nothing more. They had even had the nerve to strap her down to a table and tattoo the number into her wrist, just to ram home that she wasn't even human to them. She was a lab rat who needed to be exterminated.
She was pacing up and down like a caged tiger and letting out occasional growls as she stared at the plain white walls, wishing and praying that somehow a whole would open up in the middle and let her escape this hellish place. She knew the man guarding her didn't consider her a threat so often took long breaks and left her sitting in her cage, pacing up and down.
She found herself sitting on the only piece of furniture in the room, an uncomfortable bed. Her legs were crossed underneath her and she was staring blankly at the wall, like she couldn't even see it. She had no idea how long she had been in here, time passed without any recognition until the lights clicked out and she was supposed to sleep. She never did, she just stared into the gloom, not even shifting in the light change, she could see the same anyway and it wouldn't be like she was missing anything. In her lap her hands were turning and making shapes, not that she was truly aware of it, it was like a reflex. But Arizona knew what they would be doing, twisting, trying to roll a cigarette, or trying to light one. Her fingers slid up her hand and over her wrist, flinching at the new tattoo, before continuing their journey and finding the nicotine patch. She looked at it with disgust. Bastards daring to pretend it mattered whether she was trembling and shaking, it was just to try and keep her from attacking more people.
Time continued to pass, it could have been five minutes, or an hour. She paced, then she sat, then she paced. Finally she leaned on the wall and swore quietly, but violently. She was going to fucking kill someone.
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Sept 16, 2012 11:37:21 GMT -5
He had thought that maybe they would be smarter than this, or at least read through his home universe's files. He was a sitting duck for them, a criminal almost begging to be caught. Vincent's many haneous crimes were right there out in the open with the name on his resumeé, his real name. But somehow he had done it again. Vincent Westpoint was an armed guard on the SHIELD helicarrier. The Fury guy had seen nothing wrong with his application, and for some reason had selected Vince from a field of canditates for the job. After being employed at Arkham had gone horribly wrong, Vince had run immediately to New York, where he was tapped for a job in SHIELD. Guarding a cell block, nearly empty but full of Deja Vu, Vince wondered if, and when, he was going to be on the other side of freedom, with the most notorious criminals in the nation. It was a miracle he had been able to keep himself away from justice for this long.
As he always did, Vincent had been scouting the prisoners for the past few days, looking for any criminals that may a threat to his own safety and others', and also other breakout plans and chains of communication. He found none of the latter two, but there was this one lady... Girl, from the way she acted. For some odd reason Vincent felt a kinship with her, and a strong desire to get her out of the cage that was barring her freedom. But just to make sure she wasn't an enemy masquerading in sheep's costume, Vincent kept his eyes and ears open. Her name, apparently, was Arizona, codename Nyx. Just like Bane had, she interested him and he oftentimes found himself taking a long side glance towards her when she wasn't looking. Another guard, posted outside her cell, didn't seem to notice either; he just stood there. Vincent couldn't help but start to figure out a way to talk to her, get her attention in the usual rough manner characteristic of himself. He had to; his criminal nature said something about it. She acted forlorn and lonely, though at first she was like everyone else- alert and watchful for any sign of escape. The seclusion that she had been put in had taken a toll on her emotional and mental state. Why was she here in the first place? Vincent wondered, and that thought always launched him into a long discussion with himself about how to get closer to her.
When the normal guard that brought food to the prisoners was taken sick, Vincent jumped at the chance to do a little extra duty. People looked at him like he was crazy, but in the end it was all worth it. That day, at lunch, Vincent approached Arizona's cell with a tray of bacon, pancakes, and a glass of milk. A letter addressed from her mother was laying under the plate of food. It smelled good; at least everyone here was fed well. Vincent supposed that it was because a dead or starving prisoner wasn't as likely to talk as one that was comfortable and treated well. "Good day, ma'am." Vincent's rarely-used gentleman side surfaced, and he opened the three-inch slat that allowed the food to be delivered. A final smile, and he turned on his heel and went back down the passageway.
The letter was fake, as well as the sender- Vincent highly doubted that Nyx's mom would send a letter. But it was a brilliant cover for a letter of his own. "Don't cry over spilled milk!" it said inside. Vincent was going to see if his clue worked. He had found a recipe in some odd cookbook for an ink that only showed up once one poured milk on it. Milk was supposed to make normal pen marks go away, too, so what ended up happening was the message about the milk disappearing and the secret one coming up- that is, if Arizona recognized the clue.
Vincent's secret letter read: "Miss Arizona: Don't ask me what my motives are, or why. I don't think I totally know myself. To make a long story short, you've caught my attention. I suppose in a good way, though, if we even know the meaning of the word. I am willing to help you break out; plans are still being developed. I'll come for you soon, though. You'll know me because of my abilities, quite distinct and powerful, not quite so different from your own, I am told. VWW"
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Post by scarlett on Sept 17, 2012 15:58:48 GMT -5
There was someone heading towards her door, she could hear the soft foot steps growing closer and closer. Must be food time, they didn't normally come this close unless it was to feed her through the small slot. She stared defiantly out towards the man, hoping he could see the loathing on her face, the pure hatred for everything this place stood for. The slot opened and she heard a voice calling to her, but it was new, not the normal brutal grunt from the officer, no this was a polite greeting and an offering of food. It didn't stop her growling fiercely at him, lips pulled back like a cat about to pounce.
The food smelled good though and she hadn't eaten the last portion they had pushed through the little hole. The other man had snapped at her because of it but she had just faced the wall away from him and ignored his very existence, he had eventually left when he got bored. But now she pulled it closer and inspected it, leaning down and smelling all the food for any traces of poison or sedative, not that it would affect her but she'd like to know. Finding none she finally noticed a small slip of paper under the plate, that had never happened before. She pulled it out and turned it over in her hands, apparently it was a letter from her mother, which was more than impossible, her mother didn't even know she was alive, let alone like....this. Curious she opened it and read the message with a raised eyebrow. Don't cry over spilled milk?? What the hell could that possibly mean?? For a few moments she stared at the piece of paper, mind completely blank, when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the glass of milk. No? It couldn't be? If it was that was cunning as fuck.
She reached over and picked up the glass, tipping it slightly so the milk spilled out over the page, soaking in. She stared at it, waiting and really hoping this worked, cause if it didn't she had just lost a glass of milk. She was rewarded however when words appeared on the paper, new fresh words. Oh. My. God. Well she hadn't been expecting that. Of course she was wary, this could be a trick, a lie, a bad person. But for the first time in a long while she felt a glimmer of hope. She might be able to get out of this hell, escape the fate she had prepared herself for. All she had to do was sit tight, and frankly, that wasn't difficult.
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Oct 14, 2012 3:06:01 GMT -5
For the next few days, Vincent thought his brain out to come up with a successful plan to get them out. It was going to be a challenge, alright, but one that Vin knew the two could manage together. After all, they were a perfect team- a cat and a Chupacabra. He was perfectly aware of her anger and suspicion when he had brought her tray the first time. That was natural, he thought, he would feel the same way if someone locked him up and didn't give a damn to what he wanted or even his humanity. He had stopped in a nearby corridor and listened to her open and read the letter, then smiled in triumph as he heard the milk dribble onto the page and Arizona's gasp of surprise. Instantly his scent and breathing relaxed. Vincent could live free of the fear of being killed by the one he was going to save. So here he was. He kept tabs on every gate, every ventilation system, every way to get out. There had to be some way. Also, he pinpointed the exact location of the emergency parachute supply. 30,000 feet above the Earth was a long way to fall.
A real start to his plans came when he found out that they would be flying over the great plains area in less than a week. Nice, flat ground to land on, and grass to cushion the blow to the knees quite a bit. Vincent immediately got to scheming. There was one hole he could see that would successfully get him and his lady friend out without major interference. The feat, if accomplished, would be daring to say the least. It would be more like a suicide mission. But SHIELD wouldn't know what hit them. It would literally be right under their noses. Adjoining the bridge was a small corridor that led to nowhere. It was a dead end. Originally, it was going to lead to a boiler room. But the budget was cut and the unfinished tunnel, left unfinished. No matter how one looked at it, it was a weak point. If somehow Vincent could lead Arizona down that tunnel, transform into Conspiracy, and then rip though the wall fast enough to prevent getting caught and taken back to the cells,- it would be a clean getaway. No one on the helicarrier could do anything about it. It was certainly feesible. So now the only thing to decide was when, how to get Arizona out of her cell, and why. Vincent figured the second day after they came out onto the plains. To complete the plan, he needed to send another message her way. So, the formula was cooked up again. Vince took out the food-carrier this time and another note from her mom appeared on the tray. "I told you not to cry! It would be futile, but other things are not. This is another reminder." pour milk on the stationery, and the real message would appear. Arizona: Alright. I believe I have a plan. Your end of the bargain should be easy. Hidden under your steak is a switchblade. I need you to start a ruckus and get caught with the knife. Let them bring you down to detention. I'll see you. VWW Again he slid the food through the slat, mashed potatoes and beef steak, not a small one by any means. One couldn't tell that there was something concealed under it. "Good Day, Ma'am." Tags: Nyx/Arizona Word Count: Calculating Notes: Sorry it took me a while. I've been pretty busy, and I needed to think this one through.
"Vincent Himself Talks Like This." "Vincent in Chupacabra Form Talks Like This."
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Post by scarlett on Nov 2, 2012 19:16:52 GMT -5
She remained on edge in the days after the note arrived, her pacing became more frantic and she clawed at her skin with impatience. The guards seemed to notice the change in her demenour but put it down to the confined isolation and the animal in her system trying to let itself free. Her nicotine addiction was really bugging her as well and the stress of waiting for the only thing that might save her from certain death was not helping one little bit. It was just making her more irritable and more likely to snap at any guard that dared to come to close to her, indeed one young woman almost lost her fingers. But then he came back, she caught a breath of his scent, the one she had been waiting for, as he opened up the hatch to give her the food. She sat up, suddenly aware, like a dog that had suddenly caught the scent of it's owner on the wind. His voice came through the gap, polite and gentle in it's greeting, she did not speak, but let out a small purr in response.
Waiting until he had left she walked over and found another note from her 'Mother' and a familiar glass of milk. The procedure happened, same as normal, and she smiled as she read the words. This time it wasn't a relieved, everything's-gonna-be-ok smile, it was a feral grin. She picked up the slab of meet and found the switch blade, quickly concealing it beneath the horrible white clothes they had forced her into. He wanted a fight? She could do that, easy fucking peasy.
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She waited just a few days before the perfect opportunity came for her to start something. SHe was being taken out of her little room to be put into a traditional metal cage while they cleared out her room and checked to see she wasn't breaking things or making weapons, of course the poor darlings had no idea she was already in possession of one. She let them take her by the arms and lead her out of the room. It was only a short journey and they hadn't cuffed her, instead they had two men with guns holding her arms. She pretended to trip slightly and lag behind for a second. They looked behind in time to see her bring one foot up and smash it into one of the men's stomachs. He fell back with a short breath, both of them releasing her as the other reached for his gun. She laughed and slipped the knife out of her pocket, holding it to the first man's throat, slipping behind him so she was shielded. She heard the pounding of foot steps coming towards her and knew she didn't have much time to make more of a mess. She'd have to drop the knife and improvise, not that she minded, it was too light for her tastes.
She pushed the man away from her body and swung her hand round, fingers hooked to make claws from her nails. They caught a man across the face and blood spilled out across her hands. Her knee came up and caught him between the legs, flipping him to the floor and she drove her elbow in to the first man's face... Then they were on top of her and she was cuffed and hauled to her feet, being dragged away towards the detention center...Perfect.
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Nov 3, 2012 3:53:31 GMT -5
Carefully Vincent bided his time, checking and rechecking that everything was exactly in place: the parachutes hidden in a corridor, the structural breach of the metal dead end (when he could make it to the bridge, at a time when it was not watched by Hawkeye). It was imperative that he pull this off flawlessly, or else be killed. It would take several rounds of bullets to bring him down, and Arizona could probably be gone by the time he dropped dead to the floor. But one of Agent Barton's arrows, well-placed, would do the trick. It would be a painful death, though quick. As much as he could, Vin stayed away from those kinds of thoughts. More than once had they sabotaged his plans. Making sure to stay well away from the other agents he laid low, still searching for a better way, one that wouldn't require as much of putting his own life and Arizona's on the line, running out in the open. However, there was none. The plan would just proceed as normal, and they'd have to pray that no one shot them in the backs as they made a dash for it. A day, two days passed. Vincent always kept a sharp ear trained towards the prison corridors. Miss Arizona was a smart woman. She knew the tricks. Raising concern too early would be a bad idea. But wait too long, and it might be discovered first or tortured out of you. What Vincent didn't know was that both he, and she, were on the brink of trust by the crew and staff at SHIELD. Vincent was well-liked, especially by Nick Fury and Clinton Barton, so he could probably do whatever he wanted without question. Though Arizona was still acting very hostile towards guards, there were other soldiers that had their eyes on her and understood how things might work against one's rationality, kept in solitary confinement for that long.
Finally, it happened. Arizona was going to be taken to a less security cell to start undergoing conversion- in other words, they were going to start trying to recruit her to SHIELD. It would never work, that was the one thing Vincent was sure of, 100%. The distinctive sound of a knee hitting soft flesh. Vincent had to force his straight face to stay and supress the wicked smile trying to rise up inside of him. No doubt she was putting up a good fight, and when the fourth man fell to the floor, Vin rallied his men, leading them quickly down the corridor to the carnage. Good thing no one could see him smiling now, as a wide grin spread across his lips. He arrived just in time to see her hook the last guard with her claws and knee him in the groin. Her last move, elbow to face, was just as systematically timed as Vincent's leap, moments following. Cuffing her, Vin didn't feel her struggle all that much. She knew that she had done what he had asked, and was now a willing prisoner. In order to keep her nerves down, Vincent lowered the pitch of his voice substantially. "Watts, Biggs, Deling, form a triangle ahead and make sure she doesn't get through the front. Everyone else, behind... Now! We're taking her to high-security detention."
The nine of them tromped though the halls. Vincent held on firmly to Arizona's cuffs and eyed the passage that would take them directly to the bridge as they passed. but he didn't change course then. Nor did he at the second juncture. But then, at the least direct route, the third, closest to the detention room, he turned inexplicably. It was funny to watch the other guards march past the entrance corridor like nothing in the world was wrong. They were almost to freedom. Vincent broke out the smooth tone he had been using when he delivered food. "Good Day, Ma'am. I hope you don't mind the detour- Nick Fury spilled some milk and called me to help with it." He winked back her way. Tags: Nyx/Arizona Word Count: 678 Notes: Vincent Muse is like, BAM!
"Vincent Himself Talks Like This." "Vincent in Chupacabra Form Talks Like This."
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Post by scarlett on Nov 29, 2012 13:23:45 GMT -5
Arizona allowed herself to be hauled along with very little resistance. She knew this was him, the man who was offering her a way out. He was standing close to her and she could smell that strange, but familiar scent rolling off him. She licked her lips, feeling a bruise already forming across her cheek from where she had hit the floor. The guards didn't look surprised by her attack, she suspected they were more surprised it had taken this long for her to cause some actual damage. She blinked as she was lead down a corridor to the side and watched in amused silence as the men marched on. She looked over to Vincent, an eyebrow raised. It was in that moment when she looked at the man that she realized what she must look like. She had certainly never been one to care about appearance, not since her...transformation. Quite the opposite in fact, despite showering regularly she maintained a look of dishevelment, a grimy state of affairs and that ever present smudge of black eyeliner that was never removed. All of that gone, stripped away from her to a clean, sparkling, brand new and shiny women. She fucking hated it. She dipped her head in greeting. 'Nice to meet you in the flesh, my dear...' Her voice was hoarse and low pitched from lack of use, but that thick, British accent was still there, as strong as ever.
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Post by Vincent Westpoint on Feb 24, 2013 21:44:54 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you in the flesh, my dear." Vincent couldn't supress a grin. "You too, sweetie." As much as he wanted to set her free from her handcuffs, he knew he couldn't. If he was to do so, it would only be more suspicious when they got onto the bridge. He'd have to do it quickly after they got into the abandoned hallway. He quickly vanquished the doubts that popped up in his head. Was this whole plan too reliant on himself? Would Arizona stay an acquaintance after this was all over? As much as he said that he wanted to do this for her, he knew that really, he was lonely, and needed a friend at least in some respect. After being a loner for eighty-some years, friends of times gone by were mostly dead.
They came upon another patrol of nine guards as they traversed the hallway. Vincent knew that they were going to be here, and knew every single one of the men. They were easy to persuade, and were likely to believe the claim Vincent had in mind. That, combined with the influence he had over them, made it easy to get past this first problem. "What are you doing here, alone, with her?" The patrol captain eyed them suspiciously. Vincent gave off not the slightest whiff of nervousness, but growled, "She tried to kill some of our agents as she was being transferred between cages. I was given orders to take her to Fury, on the bridge." He hoped that the main man was actually there; if he wasn't it would sound very wrong and silly. The guard nodded. "Go right ahead." the troupe parted to let them through. Vincent "shoved" Arizona ahead, not a real shove but close enough to one that it seemed rough.
Once past, Vincent wiped a drop of sweat from his brow. Just encountering things like that was nerve-wracking and a new experience for him. Usually, in the real world, he could have just shifted and forced his way through the guards. But not here. He had someone else to worry about, and make sure that they got out of here alive and free. The light on the bridge was just in sight when Vin halted. He ran his hand along a gray panel in the corridor. Finding a hidden latch, he clicked it open, and the secret panel opened to reveal two backpacks, that looked like the one Vince was wearing. Taking it off, He stuffed that one in there while taking the new ones out. It helped a lot that SHIELD's emergency parachute packs were exactly like their standard issue. It was a prominent fact in this escape. "Just a couple minutes more, and we should be out of here." He told Arizona, grinning devilishly. Tags: Nyx/Arizona Word Count: 468 Notes: Excited to revive this! :D
"Vincent Himself Talks Like This." "Vincent in Chupacabra Form Talks Like This."
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Post by Arizona 'Nyx' Knight on Feb 27, 2013 13:30:16 GMT -5
Arizona bit her lip, as though nervous as the other guards approached, partially to try and hide the grin that was threatening to spread itself across her face, she felt it might give something away. Instead of grinning she bent her head, tightening the muscles in her body and letting her fringe hang in front of half of her face, one bright blue eye staring up at the guards in disgust. She let him talk to the main guy while making eye contact with a young looking man. He had short blonde hair and pale grey blue eyes and tried to look away from her peircing gaze. From under the mop of hair she pulled back her lips, baring her teeth at him. Despite his best efforts the man flinched, clenching his jaw and tilting his head away from her, nevertheless she still saw his glance back at her occasionally.
But then she was being 'shoved' along, the hand on her back was gentle and barely any force was exerted on her body, but she played along staggering forwards slightly and giving a low hiss, which to others might have sounded menacing, but really had a hint of a laugh behind it. Stopping alongside him she watched as he pulled the latch and placed an old, but identical rucksack back into the hidden compartment, face giving away some confusion, but she didn't say anything, she assumed he knew what he was doing. There was a slight smell of sweat coming from him, he was nervous, understandably of course, she hoped this wouldn't work against them. She didn't speak in response, not knowing if she would be heard, but gave him a genuine smile and a little thumbs up.
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