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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Sept 5, 2012 16:47:37 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] It had been a long day and Mary-Jane had just finished her evening acting classes. After going to MANY dodgy ones, she’d finally found a teacher that suited her down to the ground. He was perfect, and inspired her in ways she hadn’t felt for a long time. At that current moment, MJ felt as though she was invincible. The class had gone exceptionally well tonight and he had noted her talent to the rest of the class.
So it wasn’t all just a pipe-dream then. She actually had potential. Ha-ha! Yes! Take that Miss-you’ll-never-work-in-showbiz! Miss. Watson thought triumphantly as she strolled through the City that never sleeps with a smile plastered firmly on her face. A few months back she had gone to an audition to find the woman there completely horrendous. She was disgustingly rude and basically told her she’d never get anywhere in the acting world. Yeah, well, this redhead wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Apparently acting was filled with rejection, and if she could take the worst of it, then surely the best was yet to come.
As she crossed a road, Mary-Jane heard a yell followed by a scuffle down the alleyway she had just passed. Frowning she took a couple of steps back and leant into the darkness. ’Hello?’ She called down into oblivion, her eyes scrunched up a little as she tried to work out the shapes in the darkness. ’Is anyone there?’
Well, after many moments of silence nothing happened. MJ, however was unnerved. She had definitely heard someone shout. She hitched her bag a little higher on to her shoulder and tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. However, as she moved to turn away again, a bright flash of light appeared and then was quickly turned off again. Nevertheless, it had been enough. Mary-Jane had seen the poor man, tied up and about to be killed by the looks of it.
Everything else went straight out the window. Forgetting that she was a young woman with no self-defence training and no fighting techniques what-so-ever, she ran toward the victim with her phone in her hand and lunged on the back of the nearest man.
’What the hell do ya think you’re doing?!’ she screamed, pulling him away from the hostage with all her might. ’I’m calling the Police!’ She added threateningly, her mobile held shakily to her ear.
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Sept 6, 2012 16:55:59 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too-------------------------------------------------------------------- For the first time in over a decade Norman Mars was home. Home? Ha! Mars never considered this place “Home” This sewer, this breeding place for scum. He would never consider New York city his home. However he can’t escape for the fact that he was born in this pithole, and he had to admit seeing the landmarks that he once knew brought back a certain amount of nostalgia…but it also brought back memories of events that made him want to vomit. There was the park where he was abused by the local bullys for having the nerve to prefer spending his time reading then participating in sports…there was the street where a crazy hobo wo Mars dubbed “Jack” lived. Mars remembered with some amusement the way he had to literally run to avoid contact with him because if “Jack” thought Mars had anything of value on him, he would beat the crap out of Mars and take it….and than there was the alleyway where Mars currently leaning against. This god damn Allly. If Mars was sum up his entire childhood in one place it would be here. The allayway was directly opposite the exit of a seedy bar where the local drug lord Pat “The Rat” Jacobs and his goon would hang out. It was here he regularly summoned to run any kind of any type of errands that the man so desired. But that wasn’t why Mars remembered this ally so well… This is where his mother worked Where ever he was dismissed by Jacobs he would always be forced out of that door,and every single time he did his up most to not make contact with the woman…because everytime he saw just what he mother did to put food on the table…it made him want to jump in the long island sound… But it wasn’t his mother that he was here for (See would come later…) No. It was time he made “The rat” paid… He didn’t know how long he waited for Jacobs, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour before Pat Jacobs staggered out of the bar and into the allayway. Showtime. Mad Dog threw away his cigarette and slowly approached the gangster with an smile playing on his face. “Well, Hello there”At the sound of Mars voice, Jacobs looked and instantly his face froze in fear. He stood transfixed at the sight of Mars before racing towards the door in desperation. However Mars was far more agile than the old man and managed to pin him against the wall just in time “Good, You remember me…”“Norman…I…I…Me and your mother were so worried about yo-““Don’t Patronize me…”“Norman, I know you’re angry but listen there’s still a place in the organization for you, I know you’re been to hell and back but-““…Hell?”Suddenly without warning Mars knee’s Jacobs in the stomach possibly breaking a few ribs in the process. “YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HELL!”and with that Norman Mars disappeared and “Mad Dog” took his place as he rained down shot after shot on the old man. Thanks to his elevated strength he could have easily fractured his skull beyone repair but no. No “The rat” was going to suffer. First he would break his legs than he’ll break his arms and on and on it would go until Jacobs begged the mad dog to end it. He was just about to break the first leg when he felt sudden fists hammering at his back, ’What the hell do ya think you’re doing?!’ ’I’m calling the Police!’ Mars head twisted around to see who would dare try to stop him. “What do you want?! Can you not see I’m in the middle of-“Norman stopped in mid sentence and for one of the few time in his life his face was the picture of naked shock. That hair…Those eyes…No…It couldn’t be…Rose? No, it wasn’t rose…But damn, it was uncanny the resemblance was uncanny…He could have been looking at her ghost. Mars took a quick moment to scan this woman. She was afraid…that was clear for all to see, yet she was gutsy enough to try and save a completely random person…Strange. “This doesn’t concern you lady, as you can see I’m taking care of some personal business with an old friend, and trust me if you knew who this piece of scum was you’ll realize I’m doing the world a favor"Mars paused only to take a step closer to this woman in an attempt to intimidate her “I’ll give you one warning: Put down the phone and walk away, continue living the hollow existence you call life…If I see you press that “Call” button…I’ll snap your neck like a chicken bone…and I’ll done it too, I assure you of that…” “Plea-pleas-“Mars rolled his eyes in frustration at the interrupted by the practically dead Jacobs. Mars rushes back over to him and drags him back to his feet. “Plea-Plea- WHAT?! I hate it when people mumble!...Hey lady you want to stick around to hear him beg for mercy? I’m sure it’s Oscar Worthy…”
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Sept 7, 2012 14:10:00 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] The man with whom Mary-Jane had jumped on, had soon shrugged her off and twisted round to face her, his demented face concerted with rage as he shouted gruffly, “What do you want?! Can you not see I’m in the middle of-“ [/color] But for some reason, he stopped short of his sentence and simply gaped at her. There was a few moments, barely noticeable but definitely there, where he had looked at her as though he had just seen a ghost. His complexion had paled; it was a face of complete shock. For that brief moment MJ felt even more unnerved than she already did. It was such a peculiar expression for the man to have, and one she had not been expecting. She glared determinedly back at him, her heart pounding hard against her chest and breathing slightly heavier than usual, as if she had just run a great distance. There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite distinguish. As she had glared at him, her expression had changed ever so slightly to confusion, but then the man had snapped out of it as quickly as it had come and suddenly spoke once again, taking a step toward the actress. “I’ll give you one warning: Put down the phone and walk away, continue living the hollow existence you call life…If I see you press that “Call” button…I’ll snap your neck like a chicken bone…and I’ll done it too, I assure you of that…”[/i] ’You don’t scare me,’ replied Mary-Jane, trying making her voice sound as threatening as possible but the quiver within it gave her fear away. She had taken a step backwards in turn, her phone still poised to her ear. ’You people are all the same! I’m not about to be-“But she had stopped in horror as a feeble voice suddenly cut across her, making Mary-Jane’s eyes widened in panic. “Plea-pleas-“[/color] The man rolled his eyes in frustration at the interruption, suddenly turning away from MJ and without warning, grabbing the man and pulling him to his feet. “Plea-Plea- WHAT?! I hate it when people mumble!...Hey lady you want to stick around to hear him beg for mercy? I’m sure it’s Oscar Worthy…”Mary-Jane had taken several more steps backwards now, her heels hitting the wall behind her as she let out a genuine scream. It was a scream that mingled with the shouts of the madman as he held his victim to his feet threateningly. ’Leave him alone!’ She shrieked, her other hand on her face now, ’Please, just let him go, you don’t need to do this!’[/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color] TAGGED: "Mad Dog" Norman Mars WORDS: 436 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Sept 7, 2012 18:14:36 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too
Mars had to admit, the more and more he was around this girl, the more and more he was amused… ’You don’t scare me,’ Au contraie. Her body language said different. The wide eyes, the slight shaking, the collecting sweat on her brow…He could almost feel her fear…God how he loved this…He felt like a shark sensing blood in the water, he almost wished she would throw a punch… You people are all the same! I’m not about to be- If Mars wasn’t distracted at that current moment in time with his victim he would have laughed hysterically at this comment. The same?! He was the same as everybody else?! Oh just the sheer absurdly of the thought was almost enough to make him forget about this fat piece of human waste in his power… ’Leave him alone!’ She shrieked, her other hand on her face now, ’Please, just let him go, you don’t need to do this!’ Mars looks away from his victim to toss this woman a look of disbelief. Before tossing Jacobs to the floor ‘Excuse me big guy, I’ll be right back with you…’Mars brings his hands up and rubs his palms firmly against one another. For a moment seemingly contemplating what to do next, after several prolonged moments before Mars suddenly leans towards the girl and puts his arm around her as if he was a father giving out advice… "Let me ask you, have you ever rifled through dumpsters, through trash cans, looking for even just a crumb to keep your insides from eating themselves because you're so hungry, you haven't eaten in a week?! No, no--I know people like you... Y'know that feeling you get when you haven't eaten all day so you can look your damn finest when the camera comes to life? Try doing that for a whole week, but not by choice, just because ya don't have the money to get yourself a damn buttered roll. Ya can't sleep because your stomach is empty and pretty pissed off that you've neglected it. Ya can't stay awake because your eyes hurt, your brain can't even function, and all you want is TO END IT. But you can't, because the voice in your head tells you you're gonna be somebody, someday. I deal with that hunger every, single day, even when I'm well-fed. I want the world, but all I get is a steaming pile of dog shit on my doorstep. And I, for one, am sick--I'm sick. I'm sick because, even though I've had my three meals today, I'm still hungry. I'm starving. But not for a four piece chicken dinner--not for... the crust of your pizza…I’m hungry for revenge!...By the way you smell great! Your hair smells like the inside of my mom’s purse, she kept Strawberry flavoured gum in there, I liked it. I’m also enjoying the fact you’re trembling just a little bit…I get off on that. That scream just there? That was like an angel’s chores to me…you can scream louder if you want…no one is going to hear you…damn! Where was I? You she what you did? You made me lose my place! But don’t worry; I forgive you…Oh right, Revenge! You see this man in front of you? He destroyed my life, he used me as drugs mule and turned my whore of a mother into one of his sluts! So if you going to call the police on anyone it should be him for turning a sweet innocent child into a MONSTER! In fact you can consider this community service, I’m cleaning the streets of its scum, and taking a great deal of personal satisfaction in doing it. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I love who I am. I love being shallow, empty.. Having no one to tie me down. I love not giving a damn whether I'm sleeping on the streets, or the backseat of my crappy car. I love being detached from material possessions and moral values. I love having no... limitations! No hang-ups, no disabilities, disadvantages, just a hollow, apathetic existence. That's just the way I like it! So Why do I need to hurt him? Because I’m a sick guy!”
After he was done saying his piece Mars leans in even more until there were almost nose to nose. Mad Dog cracks a sick looking smirk “ You want to see how sick I can get?
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Sept 18, 2012 13:35:46 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] As Mary-Jane pleaded with this mad man, she saw him stop what he was doing to give her a look of disbelief. It was as if he couldn’t believe his ears, as though she was being unreasonable. She was definitely in trouble. This guy wasn’t right in the head, she could sense it. Her heart now was beating so fast she was certain he could hear it.
‘Excuse me big guy, I’ll be right back with you…’ [/i] He had thrown his other victim to his floor and was now rounding on her. Her back now up against the wall, Mary-Jane was paralysed in fear as the guy rubbed his palms together as he drew closer, obviously contemplating what to do with her. Were these to be her last moments? No. She was not going to be bullied; she was not going to be a coward. Mary-Jane Watson was many things, but she was NOT a coward. All of sudden, the stranger leant in and slid his arm around her shoulders. It made her shudder but she didn’t move, instead her eyes never left his and they remained on his face as he began to tell his story. "Let me ask you, have you ever rifled through dumpsters, through trash cans, looking for even just a crumb to keep your insides from eating themselves because you're so hungry, you haven't eaten in a week?! No, no--I know people like you... Y'know that feeling you get when you haven't eaten all day so you can look your damn finest when the camera comes to life? Try doing that for a whole week, but not by choice, just because ya don't have the money to get yourself a damn buttered roll. Ya can't sleep because your stomach is empty and pretty pissed off that you've neglected it. Ya can't stay awake because your eyes hurt, your brain can't even function, and all you want is TO END IT. But you can't, because the voice in your head tells you you're gonna be somebody, someday. I deal with that hunger every, single day, even when I'm well-fed. I want the world, but all I get is a steaming pile of dog shit on my doorstep. And I, for one, am sick--I'm sick. I'm sick because, even though I've had my three meals today, I'm still hungry. I'm starving. But not for a four piece chicken dinner--not for... the crust of your pizza…I’m hungry for revenge!" Mary Jane looked at him with a mingle of horror, disgust and strange empathy. Was he trying to make her feel sorry for him? But then, she reminded herself, he wasn’t the only one in the world to have these terrible troubles and a lot of them didn’t end up like this guy; alone, attacking people down dark allies like a deranged maniac. "By the way you smell great! Your hair smells like the inside of my mom’s purse, she kept Strawberry flavoured gum in there, I liked it. I’m also enjoying the fact you’re trembling just a little bit…I get off on that. That scream just there? That was like an angel’s chores to me…you can scream louder if you want…no one is going to hear you…damn! Where was I? You she what you did? You made me lose my place!"Mary-Jane had begun to lean away from him, feeling her body repulsing him as it quivered with fear but she tried to control it. It obviously spurred him on, so she had to somehow control herself. If she tried to remain calm he might not get the reaction he was after. He was saying things that were scaring her further, and she instinctively prepared herself for any sudden lunges. But they never came, instead he was rambling about losing track and she remained silent, wanting to look away but unable to. "But don’t worry; I forgive you…Oh right, Revenge! You see this man in front of you? He destroyed my life, he used me as drugs mule and turned my whore of a mother into one of his sluts! So if you going to call the police on anyone it should be him for turning a sweet innocent child into a MONSTER! In fact you can consider this community service, I’m cleaning the streets of its scum, and taking a great deal of personal satisfaction in doing it. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I love who I am. I love being shallow, empty.. Having no one to tie me down. I love not giving a damn whether I'm sleeping on the streets, or the backseat of my crappy car. I love being detached from material possessions and moral values. I love having no... limitations! No hang-ups, no disabilities, disadvantages, just a hollow, apathetic existence. That's just the way I like it! So Why do I need to hurt him? Because I’m a sick guy!”[/i] As he finished, Mary-Jane shook her head in horror, before glancing down at the man on the floor. After a few moments, she turned back to the man whose arm was still draped round her shoulder and with all her courage, Mary-Jane glared into his eyes. ’Say all that is true… Say this man ruined your life,’ she said, motioning down to the man on the floor. ’Then he’s as sick as you are right now. But don’t you want to be better than him? There’s more to life than getting revenge, and there’s more than one way of doing so.’ She paused and bit her lip a little before continuing. ’I know how it feels to have a father ruin who you are, but I would never give him the satisfaction of letting him take over who I am. He practically took everything else away, but he’s not going to ruin me.’ She tried to move away from the man as she took a couple of steps away from him. ’Why don’t you just leave? Now. I won’t ring the police, I won’t do anything. Just go. Please.’ She said the last word a little desperately, wishing for this to be over as she began to break down and little tears formed around her eyes. The thought of her childhood, that she so often locked away, had returned in full force. [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color] TAGGED: Norman Mars WORDS: 1, 057 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Sept 19, 2012 15:11:14 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him tooOh sweet euphoria assent on to me! Alcohol, drugs, women all of these combined couldn’t beat the rush Mars was currently on. He could tell this lady was close to a breakdown, yet Mars had to admit she had some guts. Most people would at this point run away from the crazy ranting man but yet she stand….intriguing. Say all that is true… Say this man ruined your life,’ she said, motioning down to the man on the floor. ’Then he’s as sick as you are right now. But don’t you want to be better than him? There’s more to life than getting revenge, and there’s more than one way of doing so.’ She paused and bit her lip a little before continuing. ’I know how it feels to have a father ruin who you are, but I would never give him the satisfaction of letting him take over who I am. He practically took everything else away, but he’s not going to ruin me.’ She tried to move away from the man as she took a couple of steps away from him. ’Why don’t you just leave? Now. I won’t ring the police, I won’t do anything. Just go. Please.’ …and suddenly Mars was transported back decades in times…Rose…She would say the exact same thing. She hated violence. Freaking despised it! He remember like it was yesterday she almost cried when Mars crushed a bug on the sidewalk…What would she say? … She wouldn’t SAY anything because she was- “Dead!” Mars screamed out loud to no one in particular. “Dead, dead, dead! SHE’S FREAKING WORM FOOD! Because of them! THEM!” As if coming out of a trance Mars turns back to the woman with renewed energy. “Oh, I know I’m better than him! And it’s exactly because I’m a sick twisted freak of nature! You call me sick? I say, thank you very much! Because I’m sure you’re aware were living in a sick world! Were living in a world that looks down apon things like kindness and rewards things like ignorance and empathy. And if I have to live in a sick world than I’m going to be the king of this shitheap! See its people like me that’s going to strike the match that’s going to start a fire that consumes the planet and when we do? Were going to watch I burn…”At this point Mars had backed away from the woman as he pauses a moment to light a cigarette perhaps to calm himself before his loses complete control and leaves a bloodbath behind him. He goes to offer the cigarette to the woman but decides against it. “But what about you? Huh, who are you? You’re not like most New Yorker are you? Most New Yorker would see me attacking this bag of crap and walk by without a care in the world. But not you. Noooo…You had to play good Samaritan and help this man that you don’t know a thing about with no regard of your own personal safety. Why?”Mars eyes begin to narrow as he slowly points his trembling fore finger at the woman and slowly rises it up and down as if it’s scanning her. “Lets see, judging by those clothes you’ve not exactly poor but not exactly rich either…Your wearing enough makeup that its clear that your job involves glamour…but not enough to be a whore….Judging by that little comment about your father you have some kind of issues wit-“And suddenly like a light bulb going off in his head Mars face lightens up and snaps his fingers. “A-ha! That’s it isn’t it? You've trying to escape! You came from the poor side of New York with out a pot to piss in and your daddy reminded you of that every single day, didn’t he? You’re scared you’re going to end up just like him aren’t you? Alone, and bitter! So you've running. You’re trying to shoot for this little pipe dream of living the life of the rich and famous so you never have to end up in a place like that again. So fear is your motivation… Am I right?”
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Oct 24, 2012 13:46:22 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] For a moment it was almost like she was getting through to him. The man had paused, his eyes had glazed over and he seemed to be considering what she’d said. Mary-Jane had just begun to feel her stress levels lowering slightly when he suddenly returned in full force, making her jump violently and she gasped, pushing herself away from him.
“Dead! Dead, dead, dead! SHE’S FREAKING WORM FOOD! Because of them! THEM!” [/i] He was enraged, past any kind of consolation now. The actress simply stared into his face, horrified as he turned to her again. “Oh, I know I’m better than him! And it’s exactly because I’m a sick twisted freak of nature! You call me sick? I say, thank you very much! Because I’m sure you’re aware were living in a sick world! Were living in a world that looks down apon things like kindness and rewards things like ignorance and empathy. And if I have to live in a sick world than I’m going to be the king of this shitheap! See its people like me that’s going to strike the match that’s going to start a fire that consumes the planet and when we do? Were going to watch I burn…”[/i] Mary-Jane shook her head as though this would block out the scorching noise of his voice. ’You see what you except to see!’ she replied, her voice becoming a little hysterical now. ’Yes, the world can be cruel but that’s because there’s people like you in it! People who refuse to see the good and only focus on the bad! You’re so far gone that you can’t see anything else!’Much to her relief, the stranger had back away from her now, and was lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. She assumed this was to calm himself, the redhead had seen it many times with her father. He would often smoke like a chimney, away from her, sister and mother, feeling sorry for himself and dwelling on what could have been. “But what about you?”[/i] He suddenly asked her, just as Mary-Jane had glanced at the man still spread-eagled on the floor. ”Huh, who are you? You’re not like most New Yorker are you? Most New Yorker would see me attacking this bag of crap and walk by without a care in the world. But not you. Noooo…You had to play good Samaritan and help this man that you don’t know a thing about with no regard of your own personal safety. Why?”[/i] Good Samaritan? For the first time, Mary-Jane scowled and this time it was from anger. ’How dare you,’ she snarled, her feisty nature coming to her defence now. ’I will not be made less of for doing the right thing! You can go to hell!’ Her attentions returned to the man on the floor. She hesitated for a moment. The man’s eyes begin to narrow as he slowly points his trembling fore finger at the redhead and slowly rised it up and down as if scanning her. “Lets see, judging by those clothes you’ve not exactly poor but not exactly rich either…Your wearing enough makeup that its clear that your job involves glamour…but not enough to be a whore….Judging by that little comment about your father you have some kind of issues wit-“He stopped suddenly and Mary-Jane froze, eyes surveying him closely. He seemed to have realised something. “A-ha! That’s it isn’t it? You've trying to escape! You came from the poor side of New York with out a pot to piss in and your daddy reminded you of that every single day, didn’t he? You’re scared you’re going to end up just like him aren’t you? Alone, and bitter! So you've running. You’re trying to shoot for this little pipe dream of living the life of the rich and famous so you never have to end up in a place like that again. So fear is your motivation… Am I right?”[/i] Mary-Jane’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly again, but her scowl remained intact. He was filling her with rage that was masking her fear now. Sure, a part of her still knew that this guy and more than likely the one currently on the floor were both murders, rapists, villains that would torture and kill her but right now she was too angry to care. ’Oh very clever, big brains huh? You should be a psychiatrist,’ She snapped, pulling herself up to full height. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing everything about her in just a few minutes. It was none of his business and quite frankly, the less he knew about her the better. Something told the redhead that he was not to be trifled with. ’I’ve had enough of this. The both of you deserve to rot by the sounds of it but I’m not leaving either of you on the street to hurt someone else.’ She returned to her phone. ’Now what shall we do with you?’ [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color] TAGGED: Norman Mars WORDS: 840 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Oct 28, 2012 9:54:05 GMT -5
’Oh very clever, big brains huh? You should be a psychiatrist,’ She snapped, pulling herself up to full height. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing everything about her in just a few minutes. It was none of his business and quite frankly, the less he knew about her the better. Something told the redhead that he was not to be trifled with. ’I’ve had enough of this. The both of you deserve to rot by the sounds of it but I’m not leaving either of you on the street to hurt someone else.’ She returned to her phone. ’Now what shall we do with you?’
If this woman was trying to intimate him, she wasn't succeeding. As she was spewing her holier than thou grade school bullshit. Mars was leaning lazily against the wall smoking as if they were too employees of a large company hanging out beside a water cooler on a lunch break. Watching this woman out the corner of his eye.
What was with this woman? Has he now made it perfectly clear by now that he was a man, that's couldn't be reasoned with? That couldn't be talked down? Yet here she was, actually standing up to him! Nay! Threatening him?! Was she high? "Mad Dog" Wasn't exactly a expert in social norms, but if you found someone assaulting some guy while ranting and raving to himself...wasn't the last thing you would ever want to do is try to engage in a argument with such a person?!
"Do-do actually think...you're in control of this situation?!"
Mars made a noise like he was trying to suppress a snort of amusement before continuing.
"You think you hold power over me?! Because of what you can do with that little toy in your hand? You think...you strike fear in my heart at the mention of the impending arrival of the pigs?! Because if so, you're seriously misread the type of person I am... So you want to know what you can do with me?...well here, I'll help you out..."
Suddenly displaying a quickness that it didn't seem like he had, Mars snatches the phone out of her hand, and starts to scroll through its contents while keeping the woman easily at bay with a single hand.
"...Yeah, ok...I'll tell you what you can do, "Mary Jane Watson" nice name by the way, I would have guessed something more white trash like Candy, or Paris or something...but anyway let's see here...9...1...1...There!"
As he finishes punching in the numbers he tosses the phone back to Mary Jane.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Don't you dare leave me hanging. Pretty please with sugar on top ring the police! Because I'm not afraid....I've never been afraid AND I'll NEVER BE AFRAID OF ANYTHING! He screams that sentence to the sky above before letting manic sounding laughter escape him
"Because to me? That's sounds like a lot of fun...having a police car roll by and put me in cuffs and drag me to the station...but here's the problem with that: I. Feel. Great. I have 20/20 vision, my hair looks great... but most importantly, I'm indestructible "
As he says these words he looks down at his hands with a focused look before suddenly balling up his fist and unleashing a punch against the wall...and as if the wall was made out of paper leaves a wide gaping hole as if it was someone attacked it with a jack hammer exposing the hollow interior of the brick wall.
"...and that wasn't even half as hard as I can hit! So just image what I could do with a entire police station! I don't feel pain. I don't get hurt. and I don't stop. and that is what makes me a monster! So once that walk me towards one of their many holding cells, I'm just going to snap my cuffs off...and than? The real fun is going to begin! I'm going to turn that station into "Mad Dog's personal play house of horrors!" Every man, woman and child will be disabowled, disfigured and turned into human gore! It will take decades for the blood to cleaned off the walls, from generations to come they'll tell tales of that night of horror...and it will be all thanks to you. Because by pressing that call button? You're pressing that gun against that temple. and me? I'm just going to pull the trigger, because that's just my nature. If you back a mad dog into a corner? You had to expect to get bite."
Mars starts to back up against the wall holding his hands up in the air in a standoffish manner.
"But hey! Don't let that stop you from doing your civic duty! Please...proceed."
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Face it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Nov 2, 2012 21:40:44 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] As Mary-Jane held her phone poised to her ear, the man simply surveyed her, leaning lazily against a wall with his cigarette. Despite her fear, the feistiness in Miss. Watson irked her and the fact that he was so unaffected made her highly frustrated. ’I’m sorry, am I boring you?’ She asked coolly. ’Look I’m not playing around, Dog boy. Either give it up or I’m turning you in.’ She sounded braver than she felt but it seemed nothing would faze this mad man.
"Do-do actually think...you're in control of this situation?!" He spluttered, making a noise like he was trying to stop himself from laughing. Mary-Jane didn’t answer, but her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You think you hold power over me?! Because of what you can do with that little toy in your hand? You think...you strike fear in my heart at the mention of the impending arrival of the pigs?! Because if so, you're seriously misread the type of person I am... So you want to know what you can do with me?...well here, I'll help you out..." [/i] Without warning, he had lunged and before the redhead had known what was happening, he had snatched her mobile from her grasp and was now looking through it leisurely. The actress’ heart dropped to her stomach. Her last weapon had just been taken from her and MJ could not disguise the panic from her face as he said her name. He knew who she was. "...Yeah, ok...I'll tell you what you can do, "Mary Jane Watson" nice name by the way, I would have guessed something more white trash like Candy, or Paris or something...but anyway let's see here...9...1...1...There!" [/i] To her utmost surprise, he then punched in the numbers and handed it back to her. She stared at it, hardly believing her eyes. Was he being serious? She looked back to the man, trying to figure him out. "Well? What are you waiting for? Don't you dare leave me hanging. Pretty please with sugar on top ring the police! Because I'm not afraid....I've never been afraid AND I'll NEVER BE AFRAID OF ANYTHING![/i] He screamed the last part of sentence to the sky, before letting manic sounding laughter escape him, making Mary-Jane raise her arms in horror. She chances a glance over her shoulder but evening has overcome the city now and she can see nothing but lonely abyss behind her. "Because to me? That's sounds like a lot of fun...having a police car roll by and put me in cuffs and drag me to the station...but here's the problem with that: I. Feel. Great. I have 20/20 vision, my hair looks great... but most importantly, I'm indestructible "[/i] As he says these words, Mad Dog looked down at his hands with a focused look, before suddenly balling up his fist and unleashing a punch against the wall...and as if the wall was made out of paper leaves a wide gaping hole as if it was someone attacked it with a jack hammer exposing the hollow interior of the brick wall. Horrified, Mary-Jane let out a fresh scream, one that echoed around the narrow walls of the buildings beside them. Taking several steps back, she raises her phone to her ear again but as he continues, she stops. "...and that wasn't even half as hard as I can hit! So just image what I could do with a entire police station! I don't feel pain. I don't get hurt. and I don't stop. and that is what makes me a monster! So once that walk me towards one of their many holding cells, I'm just going to snap my cuffs off...and than? The real fun is going to begin! I'm going to turn that station into "Mad Dog's personal play house of horrors!" Every man, woman and child will be disabowled, disfigured and turned into human gore! It will take decades for the blood to cleaned off the walls, from generations to come they'll tell tales of that night of horror...and it will be all thanks to you. Because by pressing that call button? You're pressing that gun against that temple. and me? I'm just going to pull the trigger, because that's just my nature. If you back a mad dog into a corner? You had to expect to get bite. But hey! Don't let that stop you from doing your civic duty! Please...proceed."[/i] There was a moment of silence between them. He was trying to threaten, intimidate her that was certain, but there was no denying his abnormal strength. The model doubted very much that these words were simply empty threats. He had created the perfect crime. If she handed him in, he would kill everyone else. She looked again toward the man on the floor… Well, it was no or never. With a leap of faith, Mary-Jane lunged toward the stranger and turned him over. ’I may not turn you in tonight, but I’m not standing here and watching you kill a man.’ She paused before adding a little desperately, ’Come on, Mad Dog, there must be something I can do to stop this.’ [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color] TAGGED: Norman Mars WORDS: 856 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/font][/center]
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Hope is the Last to Die
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Nov 4, 2012 16:06:27 GMT -5
Well now Mad Dog was convinced, there was something clearly wrong with this woman. There was some deep issues deep in the mind of this red head. Maybe even possibly suicidal...which was something Mars could sympathies with, really he could....just not at his expense. With a leap of faith, Mary-Jane lunged toward the stranger and turned him over. ’I may not turn you in tonight, but I’m not standing here and watching you kill a man.’ She paused before adding a little desperately, ’Come on, Mad Dog, there must be something I can do to stop this.’ What was this whore?! Was she really this dense?!! Did he need to cut the message in her forehead! What was it going to take for her to shut the hell up and run along to live the rest of meaningless little life? Mars clenched his jaw clearly trying to restrain himself for just pulling MJ off the gangster and just ripping both their heads off. He begins muttering to himself before taking a deep breath and running his hands over his face, going to speak as his voice muffles in his hands. "Oh god, she want to be a martyr...ok, get a grip Mars...Mad dog then smacks both sides of his face at the same time, using both of his hands before turning back to MJ and began speaking to his in a manner of a man attempting one last time to be diplomatic. "Ah...Alright...Clearly you have some mental issues so you don't quite realize what you're gotten yourself into... So just because I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to explain this one more time so even you can understand, Ok?Mars bends down closer to MJ like a teacher disciplining a toddler "This...man...is not...a...good...man. He isn't worth any kind of mercy...he will just go on to make other life's hell, but more importantly: This is my personal business. I'll admit it, at first watching you're tiny bimbo brain struggle to comprehend the situation, amused me...it really did. But now? You're getting on my nerves..."Suddenly Mars tone turns dark "...Let me tell you something you already know: I'm unstable, How I'm I unstable? Is it because I have for my actions? Maybe its because I just don't give a shit who I hurt? Maybe its the latter as I get this weird feeling after I damn near rip someone's face off...I...I get a weird, funny feeling inside of my stomach as if that was wrong...but it felt so good at the same time...It's almost orgasmic...So no, There's no words you can use to reach me...for I am the scum of the earth! I am devoid of compassion,and I'm without shame!..Mars shakes his head in disbelief at the sheer stupidity of this woman. "You just can't seem to get your head around that fact can you? You really don't understand the moment you came into this ally you placed you fate in my hands. You want to do something for me? Then look up..."At these words Mars points up to sky and began speaking in a low whisper. "Look up. Do you see the sword of Damocles looming over you? Because I do. I look deep on the blade that beckons your demise. Do you see the reflection? Do you see the image? No, you don't, because Mary Jane Watson, you're drowning in your naivety. You don't feel the gallows locking upon your neck. You don't see the sharpened blade that hangs over your very soul....You don't see the executioner coming to take you away. All you see, is a hallow false sense of righteous that you and the rest of humanity seem to have..."
Mars locks eyes with MJ with an intense stare almost as if trying to send his message telepathically before suddenly breaking out. "But lucky for you, you're naivety won't be punished today. I'm willing to give you a very special gift, a gift I never give anyone, and I mean ANYONE. The gift of life.
Mad-Dog gestures toward the entranceway "All you have to do, is walk right out of this ally and you'll never see again...it will be like this never happened! You'll live a full long normal life....however, this is a once in a lifetime offer, and if you don't take my kind offer? Than you'll release a plague the likes of which no sane person should experience...I will not rest and I will not sleep, I will hunt you, every moment of every single day. Every second of you're entire life, I'll be there watching you...While you'll sleep, while you eat...I'll be there, I'll be your own personal waking nightmare! and it won't be just you...oh no, no...Everyone you love, everyone you're ever been in contact with...everyone you're ever spoken to! Will be in danger. I'll beat, mangle and maul you're parents...you're lovers...you're friends and going to keep on freakin' stabbing until their cold, lifeless eyes are looking up at me!...Your choice...and I hope you'll make the right decision"
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Face it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Dec 7, 2012 20:32:34 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] Mary-Jane glanced over her shoulder to see Mad Dog with his hands over his face; she was clearly testing his patience and by the sounds of it, his insanity too. She could hear muffled mumblings through those fingers before just as suddenly, he smacked both sides of his face and turned to face her. The red head gave a jump, completely overwhelmed. She was completely out of her depth here. This guy needed serious medical help but as he refused to have any, the only thing she could possibly do was try to get this man to safety. A part of her even felt disgusted for doing that, as by the sounds of it, the man unconscious led beside her was just deranged as the man in front of her.
"Ah...Alright...Clearly you have some mental issues so you don't quite realize what you're gotten yourself into... So just because I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to explain this one more time so even you can understand, Ok?”
[/color] Mad Dog bent down Mary-Jane’s eye level, to which she leant back as far back as she could, not wanting to look at him in the eyes but unable to look away. ” "This...man...is not...a...good...man. He isn't worth any kind of mercy...he will just go on to make other life's hell, but more importantly: This is my personal business. I'll admit it, at first watching you're tiny bimbo brain struggle to comprehend the situation, amused me...it really did. But now? You're getting on my nerves..."[/color] A twinge of anger rose in MJ again as he referred to her as bimbo. She DESPISED that notion. ’Look dog breath, I’m not a bimbo, you got that?’ The model’s anger soon turned to doubt and panic again as she stared down at the unconscious stranger. It made her feel sick to her stomach. What could she do? She couldn't just leave him here to be killed, but then maybe he deserved it? But did anyone deserve to die like that? Would she be able to live with it? "...Let me tell you something you already know: I'm unstable, How I'm I unstable? Is it because I have for my actions? Maybe its because I just don't give a shit who I hurt? Maybe its the latter as I get this weird feeling after I damn near rip someone's face off...I...I get a weird, funny feeling inside of my stomach as if that was wrong...but it felt so good at the same time...It's almost orgasmic...So no, There's no words you can use to reach me...for I am the scum of the earth! I am devoid of compassion,and I'm without shame!..”[/color] The actress didn’t answer but remained where she was, averting her eyes from Mad Dog and staring down at the man led on the floor instead. It was a peculiar sensation. She almost admired him for being so honest. Mary-Jane had far too many walls built up to ever be so honest about herself. But it didn't mean what he was saying was any more settling to her. If anything, it only unnerved her more. "You just can't seem to get your head around that fact can you? You really don't understand the moment you came into this ally you placed you fate in my hands. You want to do something for me? Then look up..."At these words Mars pointed up to sky and spoke in a low whisper. Grudgingly, she looked up. The stars twinkled down upon them in a friendly kind of way. She wondered if there was anyone up there looking down on her, some higher being or even someone she’d loved and lost, on another plane but still around, protecting her right now. She needed all the help she could get "Look up. Do you see the sword of Damocles looming over you? Because I do. I look deep on the blade that beckons your demise. Do you see the reflection? Do you see the image? No, you don't, because Mary Jane Watson, you're drowning in your naivety. You don't feel the gallows locking upon your neck. You don't see the sharpened blade that hangs over your very soul....You don't see the executioner coming to take you away. All you see, is a hallow false sense of righteous that you and the rest of humanity seem to have..."[/i] ’Stop it, She whispered desperately, her voice like a mouse trap. ’Just stop it. Please.’ She didn’t want to hear anymore, she wanted to run and hide, to cry. But Mars’ eyes were locked with her own now; it was almost as if he were trying to send his messages telepathically before suddenly breaking out. "But lucky for you, you're naivety won't be punished today. I'm willing to give you a very special gift, a gift I never give anyone, and I mean ANYONE. The gift of life.”[/i] With that he gestured toward the entranceway. "All you have to do, is walk right out of this ally and you'll never see again...it will be like this never happened! You'll live a full long normal life....however, this is a once in a lifetime offer, and if you don't take my kind offer? Than you'll release a plague the likes of which no sane person should experience...I will not rest and I will not sleep, I will hunt you, every moment of every single day. Every second of you're entire life, I'll be there watching you...While you'll sleep, while you eat...I'll be there, I'll be your own personal waking nightmare! and it won't be just you...oh no, no...Everyone you love, everyone you're ever been in contact with...everyone you're ever spoken to! Will be in danger. I'll beat, mangle and maul you're parents...you're lovers...you're friends and going to keep on freakin' stabbing until their cold, lifeless eyes are looking up at me!...Your choice...and I hope you'll make the right decision"[/i] Mary-Jane wouldn’t lie, to just stand up and run back out into the streets seem unbearably tempting in that moment. Everything he said, a part of her knew he meant it. If she didn’t walk away now, he wouldn’t rest until he’d killed her. But she couldn’t do it. Something inside simply refused to move and leave this man to be tortured and killed. Was it the right thing to do? Was she being stupid just as Mad Dog said? She didn’t even know. But if she were to leave this man, no matter what he’d done, she knew it would eat away at her and destroy her whole life. She could not live with anymore guilt, there was too much already. Right now this stranger was helpless, and she had to do something to stop it. It was then that she had an idea. A reckless, downright stupid idea but the only one she had. Perhaps if she tried to knock Mad Dog out she’d be able to get the Police and both these guys would get what they deserved. She stared down at the floor for a moment longer, gathering her strength and courage before letting out a scream and hitting Mad Dog over the head with a large rock. [/blockquote][/size] TAGGED: Norman Mars WORDS: 1, 197 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/center]
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Hope is the Last to Die
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Dec 8, 2012 16:50:08 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It seemed like his words were finally FINALLY, breaking though that thick skull of Mary Jane Watson…Which was probably a good thing was her as Mad Dog had just about reaches his limits…. “ Look dog breath, I’m not a bimbo, you got that” Once again Mad Dog had to suppress a snort of amusement. Aw how sweet! How Adorable! Dog breath?! Really? He’s heard worse insults made by adolescences in his days in the school yard (and a lot more vulgar) But after that initial show of resistance as Mad Dog continued his warning the formally brash Mary Jane Watson suddenly became meek and quiet. Mars saw with some enjoyment her eyes grow wide like the proverbial deer cached in the head lights, she slowly but surely became paler and paler and at times it even seemed like she was trembling with fear, Yeah she got the message, loud and clear. If Mary Jane’s little plea to stop it in a quivering voice didn't give it away. The sudden silence after Mad Dog was finished speaking certainly did. She was defeated… Satisfied with this information Mad Dog went to light other cigarette and thought about what to do next, as no doubt Mary Jane was making a quick exit, He supposed that after Mary Jane’s distraction he would go back and take care of his unfinished business with Jacobs and maybe drink a few beers, screw a couple of whores and maybe if the mood struck him he would slit their throat after he was done. All in a days work for “Mad Dog” Norman Mars… However as he was formulating this plan for the night in his head, Crack! Mad Dog felt a sudden sharp pain smack against his head as the large rock hit its intended target perfectly. Mary Jane threw the rock with enough force that would have rendered unconscious any normal person. But unfortunately for the red headed model Mad Dog was far more stronger and resilient than any normal man. Mad Dog merely clutched his face in clear pain and stumbled back a step, however beside from the obvious shock at the sheer nerve of Mary Jane he was unharmed. Bad choice, VERY bad choice… Following these events a very tension filled silence hung in the air, as if Mad Dog’s fury had somehow silenced the city that never sleeps. The only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the Mad Dog getting faster and faster as he began lose control. Trembling from head to toe with rage he slowly removed the hands from his face and turned toward Mary Jane. It was clear that the mask of humanity that Mad Dog was well and truly off revealing his true self to Mary Jane. Whatever it was that Mary Jane was facing down with it couldn't be human. There was no way a human face could be contorted in such fury. in such pure unbridled hate! No, this was not the face of a person. It was a face of a monster, the likes of with hides under children beds and in closets. Only this monster was very real. Mad Dog was far beyond the point of coherent thought. The only thing that was going through his mind were the shrill screams of the voices in his head: “KILL MAD DOG, GORE MAD DOG, SLICE MAD DOG, TEAR MAD DOG, DISMEMBER MAD DOG, DISEMBOWEL MAD DOG, KILL MAD DOG KILL, GORE MAD DOG” and on it on it went… Mad Dog could smell the blood in his nostrils and could see every thing in a deep red filter. Like a zombie Mad Dog slowly shambles towards Mary Jane and reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his beloved switchblade and turned the blade in the direction of Mary Jane. The animal in Norman Mars was unleashed. And it was hungry for blood…
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Does whatever a spider can
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Dec 20, 2012 9:52:42 GMT -5
hope dangles on a string, trace the moment fall forever Vindicated - - - - - Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #050505; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Looking up there was no great blade in the sky, no reflection of her terrors to amuse the Mad Dog; there was just Spider-Man, of the friendly neighborhood variety.
Peter picked up on a loud scream on patrol that night. The voice belonged to a woman, and she was in trouble. He crossed several blocks before arriving at the scene, holding his breath and praying she was still okay. What unnerved Peter the most was not the cry for help, but the silence after. He was hanging on every moment before he finally entered the dark alley, finding what look like a beaten man, another much angrier, much more (if there was a better word Peter couldn't find it)-- rabid, and a woman with red hair. It took him a while to match the voice and the face, but she was un-mistakingly the woman from the elevator, the one whom he didn't get her name--- and she was in trouble.
"Listen pal, the lady says no, take a hint, alright?!" Spider-Man charged in from his perch at the top of the alleyway's building. He shot a stream of web at Norman's side and yanked him away from Mary Jane. "So back off! Heel!" he had heard the man refer to himself as the Mad Dog repeatedly from a mile away. "Yeesh, do your types sure like talking in the third-person."
Spider-Man looked to check and see if Mary Jane was alright, crawling down the brick wall next to her. "NICE shot with that rock over there, but I'll take it from here if that's alright. 'Can't have you stealing my day job." Clinging upside-down to the wall, he held out his fist for her to bump it, at the same time examining her face to see if she wasn't in too much shock. She seemed stable, which made him relieved, no injuries to count either.
"Now what do we do with Fido over here?"
_______Tag: MJ! Mad Dog! | Words: 344 | Lyrics: Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional | Outfit: Spidey Suit | Notes: sjfhskfh-!! Gah! YOU TWO ARE JUST <3 Just amazing, ok? Ok. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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Face it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Jan 7, 2013 9:20:38 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] Mary-Jane stumbled, her back pressed up against the wall as she looked on in horror. Mad Dog let out a yell of pain and clutched his face yet seemed relatively unscathed. For one wild second, MJ considered just running for it right there and then when she suddenly remembered the man beside her. Her eyes quickly snapped between Mad Dog and her mobile that had fallen to the floor as silence fell between them. For a moment she had thought she had won, when very slowly he turned round, covering his face, his breathing ragged and heavy. It was beginning to pick up speed as he began to lose control and that’s when the redhead knew she was in trouble. Very slowly, the man removed his hands.
She screamed; a true, terrified scream that echoed off the tops of the buildings. His face had become completely disfigured with rage; she had never seen a face like it. It paralyzed her with fear and she simply stared open-mouthed at him as he drew near, petrified tears began to escape the corners of her eyes…
"Listen pal, the lady says no, take a hint, alright?!"
[/i] Mary-Jane’s head snapped toward the voice. It was so warm, so weirdly familiar. But there was no time to consider it how she knew, when the next second he had appeared: Spider-man. She was saved.Miss. Watson had heard many stories about Spider-man over the past few months; he’d been all over the news, patrolling around the city, it was hard to get away from him! He was everywhere, some called him a hero, and some called him disruptive and immoral. Whatever the case, Mary-Jane never thought she'd see him for herself, let alone speak to him. She’d always guessed that the stories she’d read in the newspapers were all rubbish. Typical press, she presumed, twisting words and situations to get a good scoop. The redhead watched in amazement as he shot a stream of web at Norman's side and yanked him away from Mary Jane. "So back off! Heel! Yeesh, do your types sure like talking in the third-person," he added. MJ couldn’t help it: she laughed. It was a shaky one, but a laugh all the same. She was sure she’d never even smile again, let alone laugh. It was then that Spider-Man looked to check and see if Mary Jane was alright, crawling down the brick wall next to her. She jumped a little as she looked to her left. "NICE shot with that rock over there, but I'll take it from here if that's alright. 'Can't have you stealing my day job."[/color] ’Thanks very much! Oh he’s all yours, Tiger!’ She replied, her eyes never leaving his masked face. She was completely amazed, utterly in awe of him as she watched him clinging upside-down to the wall, holding out his fist for her to bump it. She grinned and gave him a pump to show she was fine. "Now what do we do with Fido over here?" He asked conversationally; they might have been discussing where to go for lunch. ’There’s this guy too,’ she piped up quickly, standing up to full height and motioning down to the man on the floor. ’But he’s uh – not what you’d call friendly apparently. Bit of an ass by the sounds of it, did some pretty messed up stuff.’ She paused to glare round at Mad Dog. ’If he’s telling the truth that is.’[/blockquote][/size] TAGGED: Norman Mars and Spider-man WORDS: 575 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/center]
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Hope is the Last to Die
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Post by "Mad Dog" Norman Mars on Jan 19, 2013 6:25:36 GMT -5
On the day the duck was born The fox was watching all along He said, "Land Ho!" when he saw the duck "Land Ho!" and the duck saw him too If Mad Dog was capable of clear thinking at that very moment, he would have reasoned what was about to happen to MJ was entirely on her head… He tried being reasonably, he tried being calm and he tried talking her down, he explained over and over again the consequences of getting involved in his personal affairs…he really did try to take the high road…he really did, however the stupid bitch simply refused to listen to sense…Really want else could he do besides ripping off her face and tearing her scalp clean off her skull? If you play with fire you got to expect to get burned…and burn she will… "Listen pal, the lady says no, take a hint, alright?!"With an confused yet irritated expression on her face at yet another interruption he look wildly around for the source of the voice before experiencing a tugging sensation and sent flying away from his pray and against the wall. Knocked silly by the impact he groggily looked up and saw a red and blue clad hero that could only be the web swinger himself. Mad Dog annoyed with himself bit his tongue in bemusement, how did something so simple turn so complex? All he needed to do was run in kill, run off. Easy, but he didn’t count on interfering whores getting in the way, at that point Mad Dog should have just snapped MJ’s neck right there and then and avoided this whole fucking mess, but instead he was mesmerized by this woman’s unbelievable innocents and stupidity. ’Thanks very much! Oh he’s all yours, Tiger!’Oh, so nowww she was handling the situation now she had some one to fight her battles for her, his eyes darting from MJ to Spider man ignoring the conversation between the two trying to figure out what to do next…before his eyes settled on the gangster just coming to, at this sight the familiar glare filled Mad dog’s cold eyes again. Making sure that the two were conversing, Mad dog groggily got to his feet and faster then MJ or Spider man could react, Mad Dog sprinted to the other side of the ally and landed a sickening sounding punt that easily broke his neck killing him instantly. Looking down at the sight of the gangster that was instrumental in the destruction of his youth he suddenly felt an almost euphoric sense of joy, like almost 30 years of build up pain and resentment was expelled from his body in a glorious wave. This was as close to heaven as he’ll even get… Pleased that he finally carried out his intentions for the night, he took care to launch a wad of spit at the body before walking back to the two with a smug look of achievement playing on his face all the while miming dusting off his hands, “Well…It took a little longer than I thought it would…but hey, better late then never. No need to thank me, trust me it was my pleasure…but lemme…lemmie ask your question there bug boy cause I’m a little confused…you are “The good guy” right? I thought that was your whole deal: Beating the shit out of bad guys, kissing babies and saving people right? So why didn’t you save him? How long were you hiding in the shadows? Five? Ten minutes? You had the jump on me! You completely blindsided me! If I was in your position, I would have snuck up behind and made damn well sure he was out for the count? But what did the great Spiderman, the almighty savoir do? instead?! You flung me against the wall…and you made puns! So not only did you not knock me out or even web me up, you took your eyes off the dangerous psychopath to flirt with that whore! So yeah…real bang up job hero”With an incredulous look on his face he began to slowly mockingly clap the hero “Bravo, bravo…as far as I’m concerned his blood is on your hands, not mine! But don’t worry I’ll make this next part easy so even you can’t screw it up.”Mad dog slowly raises up his hands in the air and gradually gets down on his knees in a familiar position of submission to the police “Quite frankly, I don’t give a crap what happens now. I got what I came for, I did just what I set to do…pity you can’t say the same can ya? It doesn’t matter if you turn me over to the police, or hang me off the status of liberty or even kill me! Nothing will reverse time about 30 seconds ago so you can stop, don’t you get it? You set out to save lives tonight and you failed! You lose! And I? I win.”"Seemingly saying all he wanted to say, he took the time to give spider man a look of supreme victory, True he was currently at the mercy of the hero but the fact of causing the bug to become grief stricken over the death of the gangster and the obvious joy Mad dog felt actually doing the deed was more then enough to claim the moral victory… "
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
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