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Post by Misfit on Feb 14, 2012 0:46:48 GMT -8
Eastbound Gotham City.
Run down, one mile radius, abandonded section of town two blocks away from the docks of Gotham River.
Currently used as a shelter for the collective amount of Gotham's various homeless community.
Dubbed by its less-then-eager tennants as 'The Wash'
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Post by Misfit on Feb 14, 2012 0:59:53 GMT -8
Misfit prepared herself for the worst...
She was expecting snickering. Laughing. The bottom rung of Gotham's citizen actually looking down at her, taking her attempt at being 'tough' as nothing more then a little girl who is in over her head. Instead, she got the one thing she was never actually counting on.
Nothing.
These people, bundled together or around a blazing trash can to make it through a frozen winter night have seen hell. The looks on their faces said it all. As they watched some girl in a mask and cap walking the streets, she herself could have been on fire for all they cared. Heaven knows that it would have made it a bit easier to get warm. As Misfit continued to gaze the streets, knowing that she was asking for too much to actually run into the Green Arrow, it was still worth a shot.
Odds were that, if Green Arrow was anything like the stories she heard about him, he would actually be in the shadows, expecting someone to be right there, ready to sneak up on him. Maybe she would get lucky. Maybe she WOULD be able to find him, bring him to Oracle, and finally earn her spot.
And maybe she was next in line to be Robin...
The truth is, regret was immediatly beginning to fill Misfit's mind. This was wrong. This was stupid. This isn't where she belonged. She was a little girl in an adult world, and this spot where dreams come to die proved it more then anything.
Misfit's world was quickly becoming real...and it was getting danged depressing...
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 15, 2012 12:32:44 GMT -8
A light colored Arctic Winter snow boot came crunching down onto the cold and slightly damp gravel that littered the area.
Generally, the cold was a welcomed thing to him, but the cold and an unfamiliar place? Not so much.
No matter.
He would only be in the general vicinity for a short time. he could take more time to get himself more familiar with the city in general a bit later.
Captain Cold pulled up his dark blue parka hood and made his way through one of the empty drainage tunnels that littered the area. He was trying to keep a low profile. And with all of the random homeless people around? In the dim moonlight he looked just like any other person... from afar... and in the shadows, at least.
This was the whole reason he was staying close to darkened areas.
No reason to draw that unwanted attention after all. You never knew who could be lurking around the corner.
Keeping a hand his holster that housed his treasured weapon, his blue eyes scanned the area. Nothing too out of place...
He checked his watch. Half past.
His messenger should be arriving soon.
Len traveled half way across the country for a supposed 'deal of a lifetime' that he couldn't refuse. And THAT was the whole reason why he was there tonight. He was supposed to meet someone that represented Him.
Normally, Snart hated working with anyone that wasn't in his family group.
Anytime he ever worked with anyone on the outside, they always tried to pawn off that 'Holier than Thou' position. And more than half the time, those idiots were nothing more than a cockroach at the bottom of his shoe.
More royal pains in the ass than Mardon was when he was throwing a temper tantrum.
This time... he knew it would be different. The person bringing him on board would surely respect everything he stood for. He would appreciate what he could bring to the table and what new technologies he could create with sheer genius.
It was time to make a worthy dent in society.
And this? This was where opportunity was about to knock.
Cold's head turned the moment he heard movement close at hand.
Pulling his cold gun from his holster he kept it pressed against his body in attack-ready position with his back pressed against the cold concrete of the drainage pipe.
He hoped that this was who he was here for...
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Post by Misfit on Feb 20, 2012 1:15:19 GMT -8
A chill went down Misfit's spine.
Her first instinct was the shutter. To give into the nervousness she was feeling. After all, it was the first instinct the common person would react to. Heck, following their first instict was, most likelly, the reason most of these people were in the Wash to begin with, so why wouldn't Misfit do the same?
Misfit knew why, and the answer was obvious.
She wasn't like everyone else.
When you become a masked hero, your civilian lifestyle is the first thing you are forced to do away with. You couldn't allow yourself to be like everyone else because that golden light, that concept of hopes and dreams that you represent, would be done away forever. Charlie knew it, so she fought her fears and continued her search.
A near by drainage pipe blended into the background, standing unassuming amongst the peeling wooden fences, exposed brick walls, and broken down cars filled with bullet holes. Gotham City always did stand as the dark underbelly of neo-gothic cities...and the Wash certainly stood as the dark unbelly's dark underbelly.
Yet, Charlie was still human. As much as she wanted 'Misfit' to represent that 'someone to look up to' stererotype, she could only do so much in the position she placed herself into. Her skinny, teenaged arms crossed, leathgloves touched her lightly freckled skin. Cape barely drifting behind her in the cool breeze; a breeze that made her kick herself for not making her costume more weather friendly.
Too many feelings and emotions flew through Misfit's head that she forgot one of the essential rules Oracle taught her: stealthness is your best friend. Each footstep was met with a very noticeable crunch, tennis shoes pressing the gravel of the Wash surface.
Soon, with her back to the pipe, never bothering to look over her should, Misfit's teeth began to chatter. She wanted to find some clue towards Green Arrow's whereabouts and to get the hell out of there, but at the moment, Green Arrow was the last thing on her mind.
Deeper and deeper into the wash, Misfit actually found herself with only one real question on her mind.
"When did it get so cold down here?"
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 22, 2012 20:04:07 GMT -8
Keeping his body pressed against the chilled concrete, Captain Cold steadied his breathing.
It had been a while since he had been put in a position where he was sneaking around and not being the gung-ho type. Though, technically he never was the gung-ho type. Maybe a man of action, but never the careless type. He always was one to analyze a situation before he choose to strike.
Staying hidden within the shadows he watched a young, petite read-head in a mask walked by.
'Who the HELL is this?' He thought to himself. Surely, this couldn't be who The Big Man sent as an intermediary.
Of course, this WAS Gotham. And Gotham had it's fair share of costumed freaks like any other town.
Listening to the comment she made as she made her way through the drainage pipe, he gave a sideways smirk.
OH. How did he want to answer that with a smart-assed response. It was the perfect set-up!
He was careful when he made a move to touch a small button on the side of his glasses. He quickly scanned the area for any other thermal signatures.
Just the two bums staying huddled next to a burning garbage can about fifty meters away and... this one.
So... she was alone.
From past experience he knew that anything that had a mask or even a cape was bad news. And he was pretty sure this one was going to gum up the works.
It would be so easy to take her out. Encase her in ice, shatter her and be done with it.
BUT. He couldn't risk it.
Not this time.
He attempted to make his way in the opposite direction, slowly. Taking very light steps so as not to be heard until--
-SNAP!!-
A twig.
Damnit.
He froze.
Maybe she wouldn't notice...?
Aw hell. Who was he kidding?
He made a break for it.
So much for being stealthy.
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Post by Misfit on Feb 22, 2012 22:15:39 GMT -8
It was the last sound on earth she wanted to hear.
Misfit's breathing stopped. Heart began to race. Her body stood still for a split second in cold shock, knowing that someone was directly behind her. It was exactly what she got for 'playing against the rules' and walking the streets directly.
Stupid, stupid girl.
A million thoughts filled her mind at once. What was she going to do? Fight or flight?
Fight? With a single turn into a roundhouse kick, she could surprise whoever was behind her. Oracle had taught her well. The average assailant could be anywhere from 5'4" to 6'6". The drainage pipe was tight and offered very little in a sense of stealth. Only someone moderately tall or shorter could take a spot like this and make it to an advantage. One simple kick with enough umph and whoever was behin her would be down for the count...unless he was armed. Or someone was able to block her attack. Then she would do nothing more then instigate the situation. For now, fight was off the table.
Flight? Sure. For a teleporter such as herself, it was easy and pie. A quick blast of light-pink particles and she was out of there. She could port herself to a nearby rooftop to get a birds-eye-view of whoever was behind her and make her next move from there. Or better yet, she could port behind the mystery character for the shock of his (or her) life. But then, Misfit knew that her imagination was getting the better of her. What if this person had a hostage? She could be signing the death certificate herself. As far as porting behind the figure, that's to assume that he or she is alone. That takes flight off the table as well.
Misfit was in trouble. She knew it, but panicing would do no good.
Deep down, she knew what she had to do.
Skinny, leather clad fingers curled into fists as her soft face grimaced into an ice-cold look of domination. She had no idea who was behind her, but if she was going down; if this was the night she was destined to die; she was going down swinging.
Misfit turned with a swish of her cape, putting her fists up in a defense stance, soon finding herself coming eye to eye with the infamous Captain Cold.
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 23, 2012 0:19:24 GMT -8
Captain Cold heard the caped girl turn on her heel. And within a moment eye contact was met.
One always could tell what a person was going through when they met you straight one in the eyes. Well.. at least those who knew what other things they would be looking for.
Face twitches, arm flinches, a move of the leg.
Cold knew all too well with that. Too many past experiences.
This.... caped... girl..... looked like she wanted to kick his ass.
He couldn't let that happen. Not today! Couldn't risk it.
It would be terribly unwise.
Cold bolted from the drainage pipe and made a sharp right, skidding on the gravel. He slid hard, as if he were sliding for homeplate on a baseball diamond.
It wasn't like he was doing anything suspicious... other than standing around. He couldn't nail him for anything other than loitering.
He was really wondering who this girl was though.
He knew who Batman was. He knew who Nightwing was. He knew Robin, Batgirl.... or.... a ninja Batgirl or Bat-freak-girl or something.
But this one?
How was he going to fix this fine mess now?
'THINK, Snart. Think!' he thought, annoyed.
He looked over his shoulder quickly before coming to a stop behind a dilapidated storage shed. With his heart racing.
He grumbled to himself and spoke inaudibly to himself. "Just what I need. Another cape after me... Gotta loose her."
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Post by Misfit on Feb 24, 2012 2:02:42 GMT -8
Misfit was ready for anything.
One of the many rules Oracle taught her: your foe is unpredicatable. Never the less, she liked to at least prepare for the worst, and allow herself to be prepared. She had never faced Captain Cold before, but she certainly knew enough about him to have an idea what would have happened. Perhaps a 'freeze gun' pointed to her face. Maybe some liquid ice poured at her feet, allowing Cold to (pardon the gun) get the slip. Maybe a cameo by his infamous buddies, The Rogues Gallery.
Running like hell was not, however, something Misfit expected.
Watching him turn tail and run, Misfit was forced to drop her stance, easing up her 'cold as ice' expression, lost for a moment in confusion. Charlie always liked to imagine that her 'Misfit' identity was everybit capable of striking fear into the hearts of evil doers in the same theme as Batman, but up until this moment, it had never happened, and frankly, Charlie had no idea how to respond to it.
Still, Misfit came to the wash for some answers, and if Captain Cold was the only person to provide those answers, then so be it.
If there was one thing she did know, it was tracking. Stealth AND tracking. As Cold took off, Misfit 'bounced' to the nearest rooftop, getting a birds-eye-view of her would-be attacker dashing through the corners of the wash. It was relatively easy to keep an eye on him. Even in the frost bitten depths of the wash, a parka still isn't something you come across everyday. Things were lining up far too easy for her. Too easy. Her determined, formerly tough epression turned into a cocky smile. Everything Oracle had taught her about staying focused went out the window as her teenage mentality began to take over.
She was playing with Captain Cold.
As he came to a stop behind a storage shed, no doubt taking a moment to catch his breath, Misfit knew that this was the time to give him the shock of his life.
With a quick bounce, within a split second, she stood directly behind Captain Cold, now in the same spot he found himself in moments ago. A gentle tap on his shoulder and a corny pun were all she needed.
"Not so fast, Captain Cold. No need to run. ICE got you!"
Genius.
Nailed it.
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 24, 2012 11:44:13 GMT -8
Cold's gloved fingers pressed down onto the cold gravel as his eyes darted around him. From what he could tell, it seemed that he HAD lost her.
He heard no footsteps-- inf act? he heard *nothing.*
Who DOESN'T hear anything?
He quickly scanned the skies and looked for any movement from above. Maybe this one could fly?
No... That wouldn't be right. There were supposedly no metas 'working' in Gotham. Well.. other than the folks on the wrong side of the law.
The moment he felt a tap on his shoulder and a voice, he spun a round, somersaulting backward to watch her.
'How the HELL was she suddenly THERE?' he furrowed his brow. He JUST checked his flank! There was NO way she could have just APPEARED out of thin air--
"Stealing my lines, sis." he grumbled.
He wasn't one-hundred percent sure-- and he would need to see it to believe it-- but he was pretty sure that this was a meta. He needed to make sure he played his cards right before he got evaporated or... something.
"That's not very ICE of you." he said cooly as he stood taller.
He was resisting every urge in his body to pull out his cold gun and make life easier for him. But the fact he couldn't leave any real evidence that he was actually in the area was plaguing his mind.
'Make ripples. Not waves.' he reminded himself.
Plus it's not like she was The Flash. And it wasn't like he was wanted in THIS particular city yet.
He had to play it cool. Or at least try first. If this failed though... hand to hand combat was going to ensue.
He was ready either way.
Cold's eyes scanned her over, taking note of her costume.
Is that a M...?
"Uh.. LOOK.... Mighty Bat-Girl...?" He didn't know what to call her. And this city DID have a Bat infestation. Maybe he was right! "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot..."
Yes. Reasoning.
That never worked.
He knew this was going to fail.
"I'm sure me being here is making you scratch your head, but I assure you... I'm not here to hurt anyone. Or you... should you so wish it."
At least that part was true.
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Post by Misfit on Feb 25, 2012 2:04:44 GMT -8
"The name is Misfit. And stop checking out my chest. Eyes are up here, eskimo."
In her brief time as a costumed hero, this was the first time Charlie could recall being able to puff out her chest and actually be able to be even a quarter as badass as she always imagined herself to be. It was a rare and unique experience. She was actually quite enjoying it. Enjoying it so much that she was letting her guard down, hands on her hips in an almost cocky fashion, no longer focused on the world around her.
It was simply Misfit and Captain Cold. Hero and villain. Misfit felt that she was the one in charge of the situation. That the situation is, was, and will remain in her control.
Rookie mistake.
Even when Cold suggested a peaceful meeting between the two, her brow never changed. She didn't crack a smile. Her emerald eyes never peered away from his. Misfit may have been a rookie, but she wasn't stupid, and deep down, she wasn't looking for a fight.
Captain Cold wanted to talk. Fine. Misfit wanted answers.
"I could care less as to why you are here, Cold. I don't have much of a beef with you, and as far as I can tell, you've committed no crime. But I am looking for answers. Word on the street is that there may be someone rather unique down here. Someone with a hero complex. Likes to use arrows. Fetish for leather and the color green. You see anyone like that down here?"
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 25, 2012 15:38:23 GMT -8
Captain cold rolled his eyes from behind his glasses.
This one was spunky.
He liked spunky.
"Misfit, huh?" Maybe it would be best to attempt to stay on her good side.
Yeah. That would probably be wise. "If we're all for introductions, then maybe I should make the inclination to tell you my name isn't 'Eskimo.' It's Cold to you, missy." he said with a bow. He was sure this one heard of him, but he still had to make his booming presence known.
He very casually re-activated his lenses, allowing his thermal imaging to pop up.
'Meeting partner is late...' he thought, taking note to the small digital clock that flashed to him. He had to admit getting upgraded tech always seemed to make life just a bit easier. Of course, it was expensive, but they usually pay themselves off within a few weeks of keeping the gear in play.
Was she really willing to just... talk? That had to have been a first. Usually he'd be kissing dirt by now.
"Uhhh...." Man.. that was a random question.
He quirked an eyebrow as he shifted his weight. ".....cupid?" He smirked. He knew exactly who she was referring to.
"I thought he was dead?" was the question he blurted out.
But as he did so, he ended up receiving a silent answer in turn.
This Misfit girl was looking for Green Arrow... and down here at The Wash, no less.
Len heard about the destruction of Star City. I mean, hell! Who didn't? That was all over the news.
So with Misfit asking questions about the Archer, the stuff he happened to see in the newspapers over the past few days... all of that basically meant that maybe Green Arrow really wasn't dead.
"Interesting..." he mumbled.
Seeing a rather large heat signature radiating from behind from one of the storage buildings, he quirked an eyebrow and stepped back from her.
Someone was in the area...
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Post by Visionary on Feb 25, 2012 16:11:03 GMT -8
A tall, slender form stepped out from an unmarked black Mercedes. As he stepped out, he pulled the pair of dark sunglasses down from resting on his head onto a comfortable position on his nose.
Sunglasses in the middle of the night? Only stoners and kids who had a 'Too Cool for School' complex about them ever wore shades out after dark.
Visionary? He was neither of these subclasses.
His sunglasses were a precaution. Not like he needed little snot-nosed kids pointing out to their parents about the 'man with the glowing blue eyes' in the event his temper rose out of his calming range.
He preferred the normal approach to draw less attention from him. That would work out just fine.
Keeping a hand in one of his pockets, he made his way over to the pre-determined meeting location where he was scheduled to pick up a body and return back.
Apparently this one. This.. Captain Cold was going to be a very valuable asset to the team. And Visionary's new business partner, wanted him scooped up and transported where furthering pressing matters could be discussed.
Visionary had done his homework on Captain Cold.
One of the Keystone City Rogues-- the leader, in fact. One that held a substantial knowledge when it came to thermodynamics, fluid motion, particle physics, cryogenics and general leadership all wrapped up in a blue and white parka.
He could understand why Calculator wanted him.
Checking his watch, he checked the time before moving to a drainage pipe.
Hmm...
This WAS where they were supposed to meet.
He grumbled.
Visionary paced, looking for any sight of Cold. Maybe he was near... and had to move for cover.
A twinge of frustration could be felt racing through him as a flash of glowing cerulean seeped from behind his dark glasses.
He really hated playing hide and seek...
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Post by Misfit on Feb 25, 2012 21:40:27 GMT -8
Misfit may have been young, but she wasn't stupid.
With her arms crossed, Misfit studied Captain Cold's face, reading every gesture he made. Every change of tone in his voice. Every aspect of his character that he wished to pontificate towards her.
Misfit knew that Cold was a dead end.
She could practically tell the exact second when Cold connected the dots and understood what she was looking for. he was as in the dark about Green Arrow's seeming return as the rest of the world was. It didn't exactly shock her, though. After all, Captain Cold usually stuck to Keystone city, hassling men in red spandex that were somewhat more...fast then your usual Green Arrow.
Still, it was worth a shot, and all things considered, when it comes to costumed lunatics one could run into in a drainage pipe, one could do alot worse then Cold. Sure, Misfit heard about him, but for the time being, Cold seemed relatively harmless. Nothing she could do now but let him be on his way as she returned to patroling.
"Well, if you see anything..."
Misfit's words were cut off as she noticed the sudden change in Cold's expression. His body slowly edged back, almost as if he was on the run from the Ghost of Christmas Past. Misfit could only raise an eyebrow, looking over her shoulder for a breif moment, not seeing anything unusual, and quickly turned back to Cold.
"What? Cold? Is something wrong?"
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Post by Captain Cold on Feb 25, 2012 22:53:40 GMT -8
From Cold's perspective Misfit wasn't the usual type of cape. At least, not like the ones he was used to.
Len was still in shock over the fact that she reasoned with him as opposed to her getting a blast of ice to the jaw or him getting his jaw broken. Whatever the matter, he was going to take note of this encounter.
Though, there was something about her though... Something he was having a hard time trying to place.
But...
What?
Keeping his eyes glued to the area where he had previously came from before Misfit had chased him down. The thermal sensors in his visor showed a 6'1" figure pacing back and forth in the same area.
He had a feeling that his ride must have shown up.
Cold's brown eyes came back to rest on hers with a sheer bit of confusion, his body relaxing.
Did she REALLY just ask him what was wrong?
Was that concern?
Yeah.. This particular Gotham Masked-Cape was strange.
"You're an interesting one, Misfit."
She reminded him of someone....
His heart puckered for a moment when it came to him.
Lisa.
His sister.
Something inside of him felt compelled to tell her to leave before things got worse.
"Uh.... heart burn..." he said lightly patting his chest.
He wasn't lying. Not entirely. His body actions could easily indicate indigestion.
He turned on his heel to leave. He would have to take an alternate route to make his way back to the drainage pipe. A few minutes...
Shouldn't be too bad.
"...it WAS quite 'ice' to meet you, Misfit." he said stepping away. "Just try to find your own rhythm. Don't jack mine."
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Post by Misfit on Feb 28, 2012 1:49:03 GMT -8
"Uh-huh....heartburn."
Misfit could smell the bullcrap from the mile away. Cold reeked of it, but there was something about him. Something...non threatening. Was this really THE Captain Cold? The one she had heard stories about? The one who, with the Rogues, beat Bart Allen's clone, Inertia, to death? The one that froze fellow baddie, The Top, in a block of ice and shattered him to bits? Somehow, it was hard to believe that this guy was capable of killing anyone. Call it a rookie mistake if you want, but Misfit trusted her gut.
She wasn't sure how much she bought the 'heart burn' excuse either (especially considering that a cold-blooded guy like the Captain would suffer from anything 'burn' related was a whole new level of irony). Still, rules are rules. Captain Cold wasn't (at least seemingly) doing anything wrong, so Misfit had to let him go. If it was illegal to be relatively creepy in the streets of Gotham, half the costumed hero population would already be in jail by now.
A slight smirk was forced on her face when Captain Cold turned to walk away, slightly amused by the 'ice' comment.
"Back at you, Cold."
Misfit crossed her arms, getting a slight chuckle out of the 'bad guys' sense of humor.
"And I'll leave the ice puns to you if you keep your eyes off my 'logo' in the future."
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