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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 3:24 am
 Times Square, New York is a neighborhood in Midtown Manhattan, New York City, at the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue. Times Square: known for its big light, it's bustling streets filled with sight seers and hard working citizens. The city wher people dream big.
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 11:33 am
Laura handed the cabdriver a large bill as she stood up and out of the cab. Without a word or another glance Laura walked off down the street. as she walked she could faintly hear the cabbie calling; "Miss, ya over payed...." but he didn't linger long and Laura didn't care about the money.
The night air was crisp but it felt refreshing to Laura even with her boot cut jeans with holes in both the knees and the black tang top that left her neck, arms and some of her lower abdomen exposed to the cool air. as Laura walked the still very busy streets she passed shops, restraints and a few night clubs. some of witch had groups of people loitering at the front doors smoking and chatting. it was not surprising to hear several men call out to her as she walked by. "hey mamma, lookin' good tonight" and another "come on over here and we'll show ya a good time:" Laura ignored the men and kept walking. the night was fairly early and she just wanted to walk before she headed back to the hotel room that she was staying in tonight.
after awhile of walking a lot of the noise started to fade as she began to reach a more residential area. shortly after Laura caught the smell of blood, instinctively she followed the sent. it led to a corner street where Laura could see blood smeared on a curb along with a few strands hair. Laura looked around, the street was fairly quiet as she bent down and smelt the hair strand. it was a female, short blond and from the blood on the curb she was injured pretty badly. further investigating led her to a small trail of blood leading into an ally way. Laura approached cautiously, staying hidden in the shadows and watching her footing so that it was almost silent. about half way down the ally way Laura could hear three men arguing along with a crying woman, who was on her knees with her face being held up by one of the men pulling on her hair as he yelled at her, 'b***h that's the last time you try to run away from us, what did i tell you. huh?" the man yelled at the girl. the girl was saying something that sounded like a plea but through the crying the words were hard to make out. the other two men standing near just watched on with smug expressions. just as the man that was holding the girl by the hair raised his hand to hit her Laura stepped out of the shadows. "now this doesn't look fair.." Laura mocked as she came closer. all three men turned and looked at Laura. "who the ******** do you think you are?" one of them yelled. still Laura walked closer till she was only a few feet away from the man holding the girl.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 3:44 pm
In one of the hot night clubs sat Omega Red. He was dressed in a red v neck shirt with black jeans and yellow boots. Makeup covered his pale complextion. His head was adored with a navy blue baseball cap, his blonde hair came out the back in a pony tail.. He sat in at the bar drinking vodka. He turned his eyes this way and that as if he was waiting for something, expecting something to happen. A pair of large black leather gloves completed his look, which covered his wrists. The stool bore his full weight whilist he was watching the tv playing sports.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 2:05 pm
Suddenly there was a flash of blue light in the apartment and once it faded, Deadpool stood there with his arms open in a greeting. "HEEEEEYYY!!! .....Wait a minute...This is not a strip club. Why am I in an apartment!? Dammit! I need to recalibrate this teleporter." In the room he could see three men around a woman, and a very familiar girl. "X-23!! Hey, how ya doin'? You still looking fiiiiine. That's nice. So let me guess, another issue coming out for you? Oh wait, this ain't the comics anymore here. This is one huge role-play happening and everybody is under control of somebody. Which means my script should be somewhere here!" Deadpool then took a whole pile of pages from a pouch and looked through it. On the front has the title that can be clearly read as 'Marvel RP' and he looked through it. "OK, so I'm at the apartment and...oh...OH!!! I SEE!!! OK then. Uhhh...Fear not, helpless woman! I, Deadpool, have come to save thee from these random strangers, whom I don't know why they are messing with you. But still.........screw it, I'm winging it." [Are you sure about that? You do remember wat happened the last time you didn't follow the-] "I BELIEVE I CAN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN MY GAME THANK YOU!!!" (And it was AWESOME!!!) Deadpool then took out his pistol and looked at the three men. "So, how are we gonna do this? Eenie meanie? Russian roulette? OOOOH!!! How about a quick draw!? Any of you good at that? Come on, you know you want to. Very fun to play with guns!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 12:30 pm
Alfred turned the corner of the block and looked up from the map he held in his hand. Looking at the address he attempted to double check to make sure he was in the right area. He breathed a sigh of frustration. It seemed he was lost.
"I told you we should have used a proper GPS. And why would we use Smapple Maps? That thing is so off that we might end up in a different state all together.
"The geography of the area and the overcast has placed my triangulation a bit off. I will have to make proper adjustments when we are not trying to find your desired location."
"Whatever. At least we're on the right street. I hope." he muttered.
Afred examined his watched. It was already sunset and he couldn't find the meeting point. It sucked being from out of town. Walking down the path, he eventually came up to the group. The men eyed him suspiciously. "Keep walking buddy." one said as he saw Alfred pass. Alfred's eyes shifted to the woman who was beaten and another standing nearby.
"Hey do you guys need help? She looks pretty bad. I could call 911 for you." he offered.
"I said..." the other man began then thought for a second. "On second thought, yeah. Can I borrow your phone?" Alfred dailed the emergency number and handed him the phone. "911 emergency..."
Suddenly the man threw the phone on the ground and stepped on it.
"Hey!" he shouted.
"Don't worry, I'll use my buddy's.....so he can call the morgue for you." he laughed. The others joined in as well. Suddenly a bright flash of light forced Alfred to cover his eyes. The appearance of Deadpool threw the entire group in confusion. Who the heck was this guy? Is he high? Things started to get tense as Deadpool pulled out a pistol.
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