Brooklyn Bombshells - IC
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				Title: <strong>Brooklyn Bombshells - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>08-08-2015, 17:47:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Loft_zpskneyfv4a.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">The BombShelter - Brooklyn, NY</span></span><br>Another morning in New York's most populous borough. Crime never slept, but it preferred shadows to light and so the day was often much more relaxed than the night. This morning seemed to be a peaceful one. No sirens wailing outside, just the natural melody of birds chirping and the hustle and bustle of people outside. A pleasant breeze wafted in through the open windows of the Bombshells' loft apartment, bringing with it the scents of the morning.The loft was a mixture of luxurious and industrial, the fine black and white furniture blending nicely with the rustic browns and greys of it's brick walls and duct work. Shiori's OCD shined through in the high polish on the floors and furniture. You could almost see yourself in the <em>couch</em>, even. For all intents and purposes it seemed like a normal apartment, yet it hid many clever secrets worthy of the New York based hero group. Re-enforced walls, doors, windows. Alarm systems. Encrypted internet. Hidden security monitors connected to micro cameras around the apartment, the building, the entire city block itself. It was more than a loft, if was a safehouse for Brooklyn's finest metahuman protectors. It was home. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mila_zpsxgtumjlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shiori Izayoi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Working<br><hr><br>Click click clack click. Fingers on keyboard. Shiori was at her usual morning spot; the desk in the living area that held their League-connected terminal. She spent every morning doing research on any threats, checking the news, and keeping in contact with her other allies. A cup of coffee sat beside her, cream and three sugar, parked neatly on a coaster. The dark-haired young woman was still wearing her briefs, bra, and loose-fitting flannel shirt. Ostensibly she was still in her jammies, but she somehow still managed to look absolutely stunning. Shiori's 'I just rolled out of bed' look was equivalent to others' 'I spent three hours getting ready' look. Not a hair out of place on her. That OCD of hers had somehow seemingly made her impervious to groggy mornings. Her persnickety nature was a bit of a running joke around the house, but she took it with good humor and it was hard to argue how neat she kept the place. She sipped her coffee, eyes on the monitor in front of her while in the background the TV played the morning news. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brooklyn Bombshells - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-08-2015, 00:32:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Tagz300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa “Tee” Vasquez&nbsp; A.K.A Tagz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shiori Izayoi, Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Waking up<br><hr><br>Theresa wandered into the kitchen and gave a long stretch and yawn.&nbsp; Her long brown hair fell across her shoulders in a wild mess.&nbsp; She still wore the white tank top and flannel boxers that she had slept in the previous night.&nbsp; Theresa worked on autopilot most mornings until she had breakfast and her morning OJ.&nbsp; There was some thumping and scraping and the occasional mumble of a half way coherent sentence before she shuffled her way to the shiny couch, scratching an itch on her cutely firm tush as she went.<br><br>“Buenos días Ori," She greeted the clackity, clack that could only be Shiori already at work.&nbsp; The girl seemed to live on that computer.&nbsp; Still it was better her than Theresa.&nbsp; Research drove her nuts, unless it was for a new tattoo.&nbsp; Ori was a severe and passionate Bombshell, a few years Theresa’s junior, not that you would know it talking to them.&nbsp; She was, like the others, fit, beautiful and a quite the handful.&nbsp; Really it was a wonder the Bombshells didn’t fight one another more often.&nbsp; They were all strong willed women from very different backgrounds that had their own ways of doing things.&nbsp; Thankfully they were also dedicated to the job.&nbsp; At least they were all supposed to be.&nbsp; The jury was still out on Infinity as far as Theresa was concern.&nbsp; She was too new to the Bombshells for Theresa to trust her completely.&nbsp; Yeah it was a character flaw of hers, but you could take the girl out of the streets, but not the streets out of the girl.&nbsp; Trust was earned not given.<br><br>Theresa wasn’t a researcher like Ori or a thumper like Infinity, she more the group’s liaison of a sorts.&nbsp; She knew the gangs, the cops and the people of Brooklyn, having grown up there.&nbsp; Some of her old friends and family felt she had abandoned her roots, living in a loft above the gritty reality that was life on the Brooklyn streets.&nbsp; Really Theresa faced that gritty reality daily fighting the gangs and super criminals that called those streets, her streets, home.<br><br>Settling herself cross legged on the couch to help force herself to wake up she spooned a mouthful of Wheaties (breakfast of champions!) and grabbed the remote.&nbsp; Ori was already on the team’s computer, so there was no need to double down on boredom with the morning news.&nbsp; Flipping through the channels she settled on Power Puff Girls and went about eating her breakfast.<br><br>“Anything interesting?” She finally asked after a good ten minutes of silence between the two young women.&nbsp; It was Theresa’s way of asking if trouble was brewing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brooklyn Bombshells - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>09-08-2015, 17:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Heroes/Infinity/c8756841-120e-4a59-8e7d-5a46bdb7dead.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/gwgwgw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taylor Fairchild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234208.msg11518315#msg11518315)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shiori, Theresa, Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Coming back from a jog<br><hr><br>Her distrust of the other ladies was fairly obvious from the get go.&nbsp; She was invited to join the Bombshells and that was great, but they wanted her to <i>stay</i> with them.&nbsp; Revealing her identity to anyone made Taylor skittish at best.&nbsp; She'd finally agreed and even to take off her mask around the other women of the team.&nbsp; To her, they were still forming the team.&nbsp; She'd picked out a room, moved in, and managed to settle into a routine fairly quickly.&nbsp; One of her biggest addictions now was adrenaline.&nbsp; She didn't quite alcohol or the myriad of drugs easily.&nbsp; She needed to replace one addiction with a slight healthier one.&nbsp; <br><br>Every morning she got up before the sun, slipped into some form of spandex pants, a sports bra, and a spandex top, pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail, drank some water, went to the bathroom, and then headed out.&nbsp; She ran for a good hour each day, sometimes more, in addition to what she did on their patrols.&nbsp; She had to keep in shape, but she also needed the natural endorphin to flood her system after a run.&nbsp; It wasn't <i>quite</i> the same as drugs, but it was similar.&nbsp; The adrenaline of being a superheroine and taking on men that were three times her size...that was another one.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to have her new addictions in doses, otherwise she'd go overboard.&nbsp; It wasn't something she shared, rather, it appeared she just really enjoyed running and training.&nbsp; She was just coming home from one of her jogs.&nbsp; The door to the loft opening and closing after a plethora of security checks to make sure she was who she said.&nbsp; She was pretty sure even Juli couldn't get in here...that was saying something!&nbsp; <br><br>She stopped first to grab a glass, fill it with water, and then downed it.&nbsp; She had a sheen of perspiration that formed over her skin.&nbsp; Next she set to finding something to eat.&nbsp; Soon the sounds, and smells, of eggs cooking filled the loft, followed by the toaster popping up a couple of instant waffles, microwave going, then going off as she heated the syrup, and finally the sizzle of bacon cooking.&nbsp; <br><br>Taylor was fairly methodical when it came to her morning routines.&nbsp; She bordered on OCD.&nbsp; She wiped each frying pan clean, put the toaster up, and then ate her food.&nbsp; After she'd eat, she would wash and put up the dishes she just used.&nbsp; She was still sure that Tee thought she was a spoiled rich girl, but it wasn't that simple.&nbsp; Right now, she took her plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon, slathered in syrup, over to the couch and sat down.&nbsp; "Shoot." She set her plate down and got up, bouncing in front of Theresa, before skittering to the fridge and pouring herself some milk.&nbsp; She returned and plopped back down, gathering the plate onto her lap and started eating.<br><br>Taylor definitely enjoyed form-fitting clothing, especially in the pants/leggings.&nbsp; She had a great ass and knew it, not <i>quite</i> as great as Theresa's, but well Taylor wasn't Latina...or mutt, or whatever race Theresa was.&nbsp; She didn't hide it when she checked out the others, she appreciated their bodies.&nbsp; Everyone was athletic here and that was <i>just</i> Taylor's type.&nbsp; Her eyes flitted from the TV to Theresa, then over to the clickity clack of the keyboard. "Jesus, woman." She was referring to Shiori. "All you had to do is put that on the brochure for living here, and I'd have come straight away." She joked, but damn, that little outfit was <i>hot</i>.&nbsp; Not to say that Theresa's wasn't, she just...well she wasn't in briefs and a bra...oh yeah, well there was that flannel shirt...ish. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brooklyn Bombshells - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-08-2015, 20:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Tagz300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Theresa “Tee” Vasquez&nbsp; A.K.A Tagz<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shiori Izayoi, Taylor, Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Watching TV and doing a little flirting.<br><hr><br>Theresa heard the door open and glanced up to see Taylor come in from her morning job.&nbsp; The girl was a paranoid one for sure.&nbsp; The League seemed to really want her in the Bombshells and Theresa wasn’t exactly sure why.&nbsp; It was obvious that there were trust issues with her and that was something that raised sirens within herself.&nbsp; So basically Taylor and Theresa pretty much kept each other at arm’s length which was really kind of a shame considering what Theresa could do with a body like hers.&nbsp; That could really be said for any of the Bombshells really.&nbsp; Ori and Bouncer were just as attractive to Theresa, but they were a team, a new team and letting something like that go beyond the occasional fantasy was probably a really bad idea. <br><br>That said Theresa had a weakness for beautiful women.&nbsp; A fact apparent by the glance she stole at Taylor when she bounced past to get her milk.&nbsp; It was Taylor’s observation as much as Mojo Jojo that caused Theresa to almost spit cereal all over the squeaky clean furniture.&nbsp; She had to swallow hard to keep from choking.&nbsp; Theresa was pretty open about her sexuality, and thankfully the other ladies seemed to be cool with it, but that didn’t mean they were all forthcoming with their own.<br><br>“Yeah, tell me about it.&nbsp; First morning I came out and saw her like that I almost dropped my cereal.&nbsp; I’d tell you you get used to it, but you don’t.&nbsp; Not a bad thing to wake up in the morning though.”&nbsp; &nbsp;As much as Theresa and Taylor didn’t trust one another it was always fun to flirt with the always serious Shiori.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brooklyn Bombshells - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>10-08-2015, 19:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mila_zpsxgtumjlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shiori Izayoi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The ladies<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Working<br><hr><br>Shiori shook her head and laughed a little at Tee and Taylor. She wasn't used to the flirting quite yet but she wasn't exactly opposed to it. It was nice to be appreciated. Oh, men had hit on her, sure, but she was never interested and besides, guys would hit on anything. Now, gorgeous women flirting with her? That was something to be noticed and enjoyed. <br><br>"Settle down," she said, "I just wanted to get working as soon as possible. The database needs a lot of filling out." She stretched, stood and glanced over at Taylor in her jogging outfit with a smile, "But I guess we're both sleeping in compared to you, miss up-at-the-crack-of-dawn." <br><br>Witty banter exchanged, she stepped away from the desk and headed into her bedroom to change. Just as neat and tidy as she kept the rest of the house (save the other members' bedrooms - she wasn't going in there), it reeked of obsessive compulsive tendencies. Everything at right angles, tucked away neatly. Her bed looked like nobody had slept in it. Ever. Shiori changed into her costume for the day. An outfit reminiscent of a Japanese schoolgirl, or perhaps private school student somewhere. White blouse, crisp and neat with a blazing red tie. Over it, an open black blazer upon which was embroidered an emblem of a piece of paper folded into the infinity symbol. Above and below this symbol was a phrase in Latin; EX NIHILO NIHIL FIT. Below, a plaid skirt. Zettai ryouiki. Absolute territory. A few inches of smooth skin exposed before black socks take over. The outfit ends in comfortable black shoes. No heels here. Not fun to fight and run in. She returns to the living area, sweeping by the desk to grab her mug and have a dainty sip of bean juice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Brooklyn Bombshells - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2015, 18:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Heroes/Infinity/c8756841-120e-4a59-8e7d-5a46bdb7dead.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/gwgwgw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Taylor Fairchild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234208.msg11518315#msg11518315)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shiori, Theresa, Open<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Eating, flirting, admiring.<br><hr><br>She grinned.&nbsp; It was really the first time that she felt like she and Theresa were on the same level.&nbsp; She didn't trust them at first glance and that formed a bit of a rift between her and the other heroine.&nbsp; She bounced in front of Theresa, rather than going around the back of the couch, on purpose.&nbsp; She caught the little eye she got, though that was hardly enough to start flirting.&nbsp; Trust was hard to build, she knew that much.&nbsp; She got it free from Juli because they were twin sisters, she had a much harder time earning it from others.<br><br>But there was a glimmer of hope!&nbsp; She nearly made Theresa shoot milk out of her nostrils with her little comment to Shiori.&nbsp; "Well if I never get used to it, I suppose I'll have to give in to my impulses at some point and just boob-grab her." She knew Shiori was <i>right</i> there, and that was kind of the point. She wasn't sure if she'd ever actually grab Shiori's breasts in the morning or not, but she wanted the image there.<br><br>She flashed a grin at the next comment. "Hey, it's cooler outside when the sun isn't up.&nbsp; Besides, could you imagine anyone trying to pick a fight with one of us? It'd be the worst mugging of a thug's life." She smirked.&nbsp; Even without her abilities, Taylor was pretty dangerous.&nbsp; Most people who knew that about her would feel sorry for the thug than the tiny woman in tights.<br><br>She finished off her breakfast and sat back.&nbsp; "Okay, so Shiori is clearly Blossom, but how do we divvy up Buttercup and Bubbles?" She eyed Theresa.&nbsp; "I vote we're Buttercup and that, since she's not here at the moment, Clair is Bubbles." Taylor paused for a moment.&nbsp; "She's certainly...bouncy enough." She grinned, the pun was bad, but Claire had the biggest boobs of them all, and Bubbles was always so...chipper.<br><br>She hardly noticed the underwear ninja slip out of the room to get changed.&nbsp; She came back in costume save for her mask.&nbsp; "Hmm, I think I like the other outfit better." Taylor smirked.&nbsp; "Is that a hint that Theresa and I should get changed too?"
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