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#YouOnlyLiveTwice; [Gorgeous George]
Topic Started: May 21 2013, 11:35 PM (233 Views)
Scryer
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May 11th
1pm
On a Missing Persons Case
Corner of Luquer and Court St


"Those look good, yes, Mess Haht-Lee?"

"Eh, not really a fan." She said, looking into the mirror as she took them off and placed them back on the rack. "These though, what about them, huh?" She placed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, looked into the mirror. Round. Red Frames. Showy but not too showy.

"Like gloves." Said the woman behind the table.

"I think I like them too, Mama Ling."

"Then you buy huh? Stop presses huh? Mess Haht-Lee she actually buy something!"

"Oh quiet." Lindwall said as she checked the tag and pulled the wallet out of her jacket pocket, paying the woman. "I'll see you tomorrow huh? And keep an eye out for that kid."

Hartley motioned to the picture she'd left there. "You see him you have my number, you have the office's number. With all this stuff going on... we need to find him and he hangs around here."

"Well do, Miss Haht Lee." She said with a somber smile. "You too be careful hm? Bad days." She gave Scryer her change and the woman shoved the tag in her pocket before mounting a red-tinged view on the world over her eyes.

"Always." Lindwall said, not knowing which part of the statement she was affirming before taking off down the street.

Stepping briskly down the sidewalk she pulled out her phone, checking in on messages and finding one from Madrox about the case they were on.

no news @ woodhull+hicks. U?

luquer+court got nothing. Mm. Ling says hi. meet u @ brwnstn in 30

She sent the message away and looked up, turning the corner and admiring, if only for a day, a beautiful afternoon in New York City. The sights, the sounds, there were two versions of it really. You had tourist New York and you had what the locals saw. It was two different versions of a living breathing thing. Two sources of wonder, one grounded in media glamor and glitz and the other in the real meat of the place. This, perhaps along with the amicable weather and losing herself in a case, seemed to pull her at least somewhat out of the slumping depression she'd been in for, what now? Three months? Four?

"Hey."

She'd zoned out and nearly stepped by the guy when a second one had pushed his way into her path and she nearly bowled him over.

"Uh... yo. Can I help y-?"

Something ticked on her mind's eye when the focus reigned itself in. Some feeling of not rightness and her eyes flooded bright light from behind red lenses as her brain began to map every escape route around them.

"She one of 'em, Jer'miah?" Came the first guy's voice.

"Sure is." Said the big dumb one, another set of bro's stepping out from behind a flight of doorsteps, pinching her between two sets of, well, angry looking dudes. "Recognize that M. Think her name's Layla Miller."

"Psh. As if." Said Hartley before one of them stepped in, grabbing her arm.

Then something twitched in her brain as his hand lifted a knife in the air. Something flaking away from the inside of her skull. A collapsing facade that was crumbling down to reveal something new.

"Compliments from Spiral!" Came the voice as the blade slung down through the air.

The other mind in her mind shot a wave of mapping aura in a tight burst. Every flinch of muscle, every drop of sweat, it all registered and as if magnetized her arm shot up, pinching his wrist between two fingers and squeezing just so to elicit a girlish scream before flipping the man and twisting his hand around, leaving him writhing on the ground and her backing away from him alongside his friends.

"I... I..."

His friends looked to her, faces growing incredibly angry as passerby snapped photos and phoned police and Hartley, in her finite wisdom, suddenly realized that being watched by SHIELD might have actually been a good thing and not something to outfox when she left the building this morning.

"...I couldn't do that again if I tried?"

"Get her!"

"Oh, no."

She bolted, clearing a good thirty feet of dodging through afternoon strollers before she found a waythrough that would lead her back towards the Brownstone. Slipping into the alley she tried to work her phone out of her pocket, regretting that she hadn't taken that damn gun with her.

True Fact: When sprinting from people who want to lynch you, texting and/or dialing a number is very difficult to do, even with crazy perception and the potential to have the reflexes of cat.

Flashes of something hit her mind's eye, something from the past though it didn't match any memory she could find. Skyscrapers. Casinos. Foot chases. A giant freaking diamond and a leap of faith.

Her brain checked back in and she leapt out of instinct, hands wrapping around a fire escape later that had shown up on her scans. Pulling herself up, it seemed fate didn't want her up high, because the rusty old thing screamed in protest and the ladder came down, tossing her onto her back on the hard pavement, knocking her windless and sending her rolling.

Annnd into the middle of three angry dudes.

"Three guys on little old me, either this is the beginning of a snuff film or my old landlord REALLY his back Rent-AHG!"

A kick to her gut sent her rolling onto her side and she let loose a few coughs as she clutched at her ribs.
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"HEY! YOU!"

As dramatic battle cries went, it wasn't up there with some of the greats. It was no 'Geronimoooo!', that was for sure. But what it lacked in intimidation value, it made up for with a giant purple fist the size of a bowling ball coming out of nowhere, hitting one of the guys in the breadbasket and sending him ass over tea kettle, with a nasty case of cement burn as he rolled to a stop a dozen or so feet away.

"Any of you other pukes feel like doing some kickin'?"

The heads of the other two snapped around and up, focusing on a slender, purple man standing for just a moment on the edge of a nearby roof. Then he stepped off the roof, but instead of plummeting, his legs stretched to meet the ground, making him look like a circus stilt walker.

"Cuz I'm gonna kick the shit outta all of you," he yelled and stomped toward them.

One ran, jittering backward so that he didn't turn his back on the mutie as he hurried away. The other went for the girl, grabbing up a handful of her short hair. "Back the fuck off or I'll-"

Shouting out threats only really work if the person you're shouting to is listening, which George wasn't. His body didn't turn on a dime and neither did his thoughts. By the time his ears heard that the guy was talking, his oversized fist was already hitting him in the face and feeling the cartilage crunch of his nose.

"HULK SMASH!" He screamed. For a lack of anything else that came to mind. "Okay, sure. I'm not really the Hulk." He shrugged, "I don't have my own yell... so sue me."

The last one limped away, disappearing around a corner. George felt his rubbery limbs shrink to fit his clothes and get firmer, as he resumed his normal size. Or close to it; it wasn't exact, sometimes he ended up a little shorter, sometimes a bit too tall. Sometimes when he wasn't paying too close attention (or when he was drunk) his arms became different lengths.

"Do you... uh... want me to go after those guys," he crooked a thumb after the woman's attackers. Then stumbled backward as he finally looked at the woman's face. From up on the roof, she was just a woman being attacked by three assholes, but now he saw her face and gasped. His mouth formed a round O, which matched his wide eyes.

"But you're..." he stumbled over his words. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
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Kick Kick Kick Hair Grab Cuss Word Hulk Smash.

That's how it all went to the skewed perceptions of a woman caught up in the middle of what was, essentially, a hate crime. The action of it all didn't really register. The bantering, the angry retorts, fantastic displays of a mutant with eleastic powers over his bodily structure playing his best at Mr. Fantastic as he dispatched of three jackbags who were aiming for the wrong girl with the M tattoo.

"Ugh." She said, trying to place everything that had just happened, rolling onto her gut, pushing herself up, gripping a bruised side that was probably the new home to a couple cracked ribs, a painful inconvenience for sure but much better than what could have been. She tsk'd at her torn shirt and her bloody scuffed palm and her now mud-covered pants. As the events of the last thirty or so seconds finally began to clarify themselves to her she smirked on her knees as she reached across the floor for her still in-tact knockoff Jimmy Choo shades, the state of them much better than the rest of her current wardrobe which was, as far as she was thinking, some kind of sign. A sign of what she wasn't sure, but something nonetheless.

Placing the red frames on the collar of her shirt she shook her hands as her rescuer came up behind her and asked if she wanted a bit of revenge, and Hartley shook her head, turning and rolling onto her back and elbows to look him in the eyes.

"No George, don't waste your time on them."

Looking up to him from the ground she saw his features droop in sudden shock, his stammering response something she, thankfully, hadn't really had to get used to, as in this new life she avoided most of her former social circles.

"Dead?"

The deadpan with which she remakred upon that fact never ceased to amaze her. She didn't know of course, if she'd actually been dead. She and Jamie Madrox both had a nicely sized eight month chunk of nothing in their memories, so they were, suffice it to say, out of it at the very least.

But Hartley had begun to suspect something else. Something she didn't dare talk about to anyone for fear of it being correct. That displace out in the streets when this whole brawl had began. It had been a strange, Neo Anderson moment of 'I know Kung Fu." and now it was gone. What the hell had that been about?

"Gonna help a girl up or just ogle me on the ground all day?"

She moved to stand but something in her side pinched and she hissed as she fell back on her bum to catch her breath. "There are far, far more comfortable places to talk about why you're probably close to spazzing right now."
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