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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Nipple Time? [Expo - Eve]
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on May 30, 2013 12:10:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro was glad to be off the stage. Not because he had disliked everyone looking at him, of course, he just hadn't imagined to be in that kind of situation in the first place. Being at the mercy of anyone was not something he approved of, even if they were just bidders paying money to charity to spend some time with a so-called 'hero'. He was still learning about human trade and currency, but he knew one thousand dollars wasn't a small amount to most people. To think he had generated that much by glaring on stage. No one even knew him, and those who did knew him as a villain. He could only imagine what some of the more popular heroes were going to go for.
Mostly, though, he didn't care.
His turn was done and he was free to do as he pleased. It seemed the other people who had been auctioned off were meeting up with the people who purchased their company- he actually didn't know the terms of the auction off the top of his head. Something about having to be with the buyer for a certain amount of time. Good thing he didn't end up with the kid or the strange man menacing the audience in the back. Why had so many males bid on him? He would have thought the females of the species would have been interested in his well defined body. Ah well, he was glad it ended up being Eve who had 'purchased' him- at least she didn't seem like she was going to use him for some dark purpose. Or... was she?
She had spent a lot of money, and she did look just a little bit annoyed about it, too. The man let out a small chuckle, moving himself towards the well-dressed woman. He was floating just above the floor, though he touched down when he caught up with her. As soon as his feet touched the floor, his uniform turned into a tuxedo. Since the being a hero on stage phase was over, he felt it was acceptable to power down, at least for the time being. If he had been won by one of the other bidders, perhaps he wouldn't have felt as inclined. As it stood, however, he at least knew who Eve was.
He already knew she didn't like people getting their limbs off in front of her- that was something to keep in mind.
"You're looking quite lovely tonight," he told her with a smug sort of smile, watching her carefully before offering her a hand. Humans shook hands, didn't they? Maybe he was too busy cutting limbs off to know for sure, but he felt fairly confident that he was following standard protocol.
"This whole thing was absolutely ridiculous," he grumbled lowly, "I appreciate you rescuing me from that... auction." He could offer to pay her back, if need be. He had plenty of money from his 'I'm such a villain, look at me' days. Stealing for the sake of it- being a member of some absolutely ridiculous teams. He had made a lot of human money off of those kinds of antics.
And he didn't really have much use for it.
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For SCIENCE!
Love is when you want a kiss and you get bit
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Post by Eve Amherst on Jun 2, 2013 16:29:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable]Eve was having a moment, she couldn't figure out if she was pleased that she had won over that shmuck that thought he could actually beat her out, or pissed off that he had actually thought that he could, and that he had jacked up the price in the process. Whatever, she decided to have another drink and relish in the fact that she had wiped that shit eater smirk right off his goddamn face, she really was a bitch when it came to these sorts of things after all, and now the man knew that if he saw her coming, he had better cross the street and keep walking in the other direction. Speaking of direction, her magenta prize was walking in hers. At least he was a looker for a really tall, colorful skinned alien, that mustache was pretty damn legit too, and Eve did always seem to have a soft spot for well groomed facial hair. And he looked good in a suit, damn, she did have a weakness for a man in a suit, even if his general disposition left something to be desired, at least there was some good eye candy, "Why thank you, you ain't lookin' too bad either," Eve would definitely give him that, shaking his hand before motioning to a seat at the table she had claimed. "Don't worry about it," She waved a hand, but stopped, raising a brow at the alien, "Actually, you know, for a thousand dollars, I kinda expect a strip tease," Eve was alluding to the fact that Captain America of all people had decided to strip to his skivvies on stage not but a few minutes ago, "Or just to see some skin at least," Now while her tone was teasing, there was a look on her face that didn't seem like she was completely joking, sort of like there was some truth in her words and that she was expecting the man to drop trou. Or take his shirt off at least. Waving a waiter over she gave the server a smile, "I'm gonna need two long island iced teas and keep'em coming," "So how did you even get talked into that? Cause honestly, you were the last guy I expected to see up there," She was curious, it didn't exactly seem like it was his type of good time. The waiter came back quickly, bless the little bean stalk of a boy, and Evie slipped him a twenty as a tip, "Cheers," the brunette said, sliding one of the tall glasses over to the man and sipped the drink with a grin. Oh that was good, just the perfect amount of sours to alcohol ratio, you couldn't even taste the liquor, it was the type of drink that could easily knock someone on their ass if they weren't careful. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 482 Music: Nothing! Outfit: Clicky!Notes: Drink up 8| [/style] |
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Jun 19, 2013 13:29:03 GMT -5
Sinestro sat himself down, arching an eyebrow at her comment. Strip tease? It almost seemed awkward to mention that he actually knew what she was talking about. Not just because Steve had been foolish enough to do the same thing not that long ago, but also because he had been to the kind of place where such a thing was normal. He had known an owner of a strip joint for a little while, and had become… familiar with the nature of such a place. He smirked at the thought of undressing himself in front of everyone around. Well, to his credit he knew he looked damn fine, and he didn’t think the ladies would mind another show, even with the pink skin.
“I wonder if I’m as ready to run around without a shirt on as that human was,” he chuckled faintly, “perhaps with the right motivation.” He didn’t mind the idea of giving them a show, on the fact that he was a stud and had nothing to be ashamed of, but he did feel it was probably extremely unprofessional for someone who was supposed to be representing the Green Lantern corps. Still, she was ordering alcohol, and he imagined enough drinking would ease any discomforts he had about being there. Which were lessening anyway, just from getting to sit down with someone familiar.
She had saved him from the awkwardness of being around someone he didn’t like.
“Well, it was mostly because of Kara,” he said thoughtfully, “she’s something of a daughter to me, and she thought the whole thing might be fun.” He sighed, running a hand over his well-kept hair, or at least what was left of it. “I suppose I’m a bit of a push over when it comes to her. And what about you? Is this the kind of thing you usually do, working for someone like Bruce Wayne?” He knew far more about the guy than he really needed to, but it had nothing to do with finding him interesting. The guy had a very unique night life.
That was what amused him.
When the drink arrived, he investigated it thoughtfully. “I’m surprised just how many kinds of drinks there are,” he commented, “how many different ways do humans need to get to the same end result?” He sipped the drink carefully, and found he liked the flavor. It was better than some of the drinks he had experienced with the males of the planet. Perhaps females liked a little less burning in their throats than the men. A little embarrassing, then, that he preferred it too.
“Hope you weren’t saving your cash for a different hero,” he hummed.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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