| Welcome to Xmen Revolution. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Hot Pursuit; -Proudstar | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Sep 24 2014, 05:23 PM (206 Views) | |
| Domino | Sep 24 2014, 05:23 PM Post #1 |
|
Unregistered
|
Date: April 20 Time: After dark Neena wasn’t overly fond of places like Miami. At least part of this, she knew had something to do with the simple fact that she couldn’t exactly ‘blend in’ when wearing skimpy clothes. She stood out in a crowd, with pale ivory skin and a dark patch over one eye. Not that she really gave a rat’s ass what anyone thought of her, but if she wanted to be a shadow…if she wanted to blend in and disappear unnoticed in a crowd…it was hella hard to make that happen when wearing short shorts and a halter top. But fuck it. It was too damn hot to wear clothes with length, and she wasn’t planning on staying and enjoying the beach or anything…so she dressed for comfort and headed off to a designated meeting point to get the latest bid on the latest job. It was the first job she’d had in months. Her heart was only mildly into it quite frankly. She met with a large and overly sweaty man, pretending not to notice when he seized every opportunity to check her out, and leafed through the files he gave her. It seemed fairly straightforward. It wasn’t her first kidnapping after all. “No hits,” she said to him bluntly with raised brows. “Not yet anyway.” He’d shrugged. “Nobody has to die. Just bring me the kid.” She had thought it over and eventually agreed with a solemn nod. That was an hour ago. The sun had long since gone down, and now the nightlife began. It was a different atmosphere, but Neenah honestly didn’t care about it one way or the other. She strolled casually down the street…fully aware that she was being followed. She was leading him…whoever it was…leading them away from the crowds, to a place where she might seem more vulnerable. When she was a good distance away she disappeared around a corner and quickly did her best to blend into the shadows. |
|
|
| James Proudstar | Oct 2 2014, 01:26 AM Post #2 |
|
Unregistered
|
Rum and the beach was totally awesome. Why it had taken so long for a vacation to actually feel like a vacation, James had no idea. But spending a few days in Miami was certainly helping lift his spirits into spring break worthy proportions. Maybe he'd hit up Fort Lauderdale too. Of course he had time to do that. Jim had spent months away from the school, from the superhero-ing thing, from just... everything. It was like a hard reset, and while he was starting to get the desire to go back, he was certainly enjoying his brief stunt in Florida. The heat was glorious, although it was a little humid for his liking, and while Jim wasn't one for large, loud places, he was throughly enjoying the current stint he was in. Plus, on the beach, nobody bitched about not wearing shoes like... ever. One had to enjoy the little things, after all. After his days of various little adventures, nights were fairly routine. He'd get a few drinks, look around at the very active Miami nightlife and then go through part of his Netflix queue. Life wasn't all booze and hot chicks. However, interesting things did occasionally pop up on the James Proudstar tour of America. Take for example, that very night. He'd been minding his own business, walking down the street when he'd spotted a familiar face. Of course, she stuck out against the crowd of usual 20 something tourists in this part of town. While part of him knew damn well that he should of left it alone, the feeling that Domino wasn't up to anything particularly good pricked at him. While she'd been helpful in the past, she also had been a contract killer. Which was enough to, in Jim's opinion, warrant a little bit of snooping. Keeping his distance wasn't difficult, her scent stuck out since he'd already had it stored away, and he moved after her quietly, stealthily. With his luck, she'd never know that he was on her trail. But then again, with hers, she'd probably seen him before he'd seen her. A moment or two later and his theory was proven correct as she suddenly turned off the beaten path. Speeding up to round the corner shortly after she did, Jim put a hand on his belt, feeling for the familiar grip tape on his knife. He had no doubt she could of hidden from most people. But he wasn't most people. Feral senses came in handy now and then it seemed, and Jim's gaze locked on Domino within a moment or two. "Funny meeting you here." |
|
|
| Domino | Oct 2 2014, 01:09 PM Post #3 |
|
Unregistered
|
When he rounded the corner she recognized him at once…just as she recognized that even hiding in the deep shadows of a crumbled crevice in the wall wouldn’t do her any good. She watched him sniff at the air and rolled her eyes…what a horrible mutation that would be-to smell everything exponentially. She hoped that the giant dumpster ten feet away from her would have at least thrown off his scent, but when he looked right at her she knew it had not. The first thing that appeared out of the darkness was the metal of her sidearm-aimed at his head. “Yeah. Hilarious.” She stepped forward until she was fully exposed and didn’t bother lowering her weapon as she sized him up. “Of course you following me around like some kind of pervert isn’t quite so funny.” The particular line of business that Domino had been in didn’t exactly lead to openness, trusting or caring. She worked with a vast array of major assholes, most of which would kill their grandmother just to steal her cookies. She knew she didn’t have any ‘friends’ in this business…not really. So when someone started to follow her she had to assume that her life was in danger. Only…looking at this guy she wasn’t really sure if that was what was happening. After a moment of scrutiny she locked onto his eyes again. “I never forget a face. You’re that hero that interfered with one of my jobs a few years back.” She narrowed her eyes as she thought about it. When it came to missions she was single-minded. It was one of the things that made her one of the best with an almost infallible track record. And when someone got in her way, they usually didn’t live to talk about it. “So is this round two, or were you just hoping you could ask me out on a date?” |
|
|
| James Proudstar | Oct 12 2014, 07:37 PM Post #4 |
|
Unregistered
|
"Hey now, pervert is a little bit of a stretch, don't you think?" It had only taken a few seconds for him to identify the gun as one that wasn't going to hurt him much. Of course, there was always the chance that with her incredible luck, the bullet would hit him in like, the eye or something and kill him. Which would of been extremely irritating. So he kept himself ready incase her body language changed in any way that might indicate that she was actually going to shoot him. Usually people weren't trying to kill him until after midnight. The moment he'd seen the gun, his hand had gone to his own weapon, regardless of it killing him or not. If she did shoot him, it was going to piss him off significantly, and no matter how lucky she was, he was fast enough to return the favor. A smirk played on his face at the mention of him interfering with a job in the past. Oh that had been... interesting, to say the least. There were mercs, and then there were Deadpool or Domino caliber mercs. And nothing about those kinds of jobs seemed to be simple. Although Domino at least had her head on straight. Or at least, it seemed that way. She wasn't a teleporting kill-a-dude. Which was probably good news for him. Of course, in this shitty smelling alley with a gun in his face and a trigger happy woman on the other end, most people probably wouldn't say that any of this situation was particularly 'good'. "Oh so you are on a job? Don't tell me you're bein' bad there, Neena. I'd hate to fuck up another one of your nights. And you know, I might just ask you to dinner if you didn't have a gun in my face. Kind of kills the mood." |
|
|
| Domino | Oct 13 2014, 01:39 PM Post #5 |
|
Unregistered
|
Judging by his body language it didn’t seem like Proudstar was too terribly concerned about having a gun pointed at him. As far as Domino could tell it could be either because he was overly cocky and ridiculously confident or because in that minute when he’d scrutinized just what kind of weapon she was holding he’d figured something out. Either way there was no indication of him feeling threatened. She narrowed her eyes a little as she tried to make a sound judgment. He was definitely cocky. He walked around with a proud swagger that she found…interesting. And normally she would have had knives and grenades and shit on her but this skimpier warm-weather garb didn’t really afford her too many places to hide things, so she was stuck with one measly sidearm. No matter. After a moment she decided to take her chances and she relaxed her elbow, training the gun skyward instead of at the interloper. She smiled. “Safe to say I’m always being bad.” She wasn’t sure yet what kind of trouble he was trying to give her, but from what she could gather it was some kind of combination of the fact that he had an incurable hero complex, combined with the fact that he was probably bored…and you could definitely throw in the fact that he was quick to flirt. She didn’t know whether to be amused or pissed off, so she opted for something in between. Here were the options that she saw: She could surprise him with violence and make a quick escape. She wasn’t sure at this range if that was the greatest idea overall. It was rash and seemed unnecessary for one thing, but add to that the fact that he seemed to know what he was doing and it seemed like a bad idea. Or she could play his game, ease his superhero fears, and get on with her night. This seemed by far the better option so she put the safety back on and tucked the gun into the back of her shorts again, pulling her shirt down and then folding her arms over her chest as she frowned at him. “Still not sure that you aren’t a pervert, but hey…I guess I’m not one to judge.” Waiting a second with folded arms she finally raised her brows. “Gun’s gone, and yes I am hungry…” Charming wasn’t really her style. She said what was on her mind and anyone who didn’t like it could pucker up and kiss her ass. |
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · United States Archives · Next Topic » |






8:54 AM Jul 11