Second Chances & Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)
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				Title: <strong>Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 12:58:12</strong>
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				As usual, it was a rather busy day within the city of New York. Sirens in the far distance could be heard blaring down the streets. Cars honking at one another due to traffic issues resulting from road obstructions of different types. People shouting obscenities. New reports of bank robberies. Muggings. Murder. Caped crusaders duking it out on the rooftops with megalomaniacs for the fate of the innocents. Typical New Yorker issues which were a common enough occurrence that, for better or worse, many people were used to hearing about or experiencing first hand.<br><br>"Oww." Came the slightly exaggerated groan of Marcus Keegan (http://www.quotesby.co.uk/celeb_images/full/D/david_boreanaz_9.jpg), perhaps better known by the criminal identity of Killercide (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/234/a/3/Paragon_of_Vice_by_RazorsEdge701.jpg), as the plain clothed male made his way down the hallway of the apartment building he called home. "Stupid police vans." The man grumbled under his breath, lightly rotating one arm to work out the kinks as the other held a rather large and heavy duffle bag within its grip, "Always come close to throwing my back out with those damn things."<br><br>Lugging along the large duffle bag at his side, Marcus made his way back to his apartment, where he was quick to enter and slam the door shut behind him. "Be it ever so humble..." He muttered before tossing said duffle bag onto the nearby couch in order to relieve himself of the weight. The loud thud caused by the bag colliding onto the soft cushions had given an indication of how deceptively heavy the contents of the piece of luggage actually was; while the late thirties male was quick to discard it for now and head toward the fridge to grab a beer. His apartment was fairly basic for a bachelor like himself. Not a total mess, but also not terribly tidy, with a few adult girly magazines poking out the partially opened drawer of the dresser next to his unmade bed. There were also a few dumbbells laying about, with each of them weighing a deceptively large amount considering their size. Such uniquely built weights were a necessity for his workout practice when considering how much Marcus could lift over the average person whom might attend the local gyms.<br><br>Starting to lounge a bit around the apartment as he downed the beverage, then turning the television on perhaps a little too loud, Marcus began to unwind after the earlier bank job when his 'business' phone started to ring. With a groan, the male moved to pick up the receiver, speaking into it with a rather blunt, if partially annoyed tone, "Yeah?" This tone soon changed, however, as he heard the familiar voices on the other end whom were quick to talk up his earlier clash with celebrity status, "Hah! Seen me on the news, huh? Yeah, they tried to keep me pinned down behind a hail of gunfire. Might have worked, too, if they hadn't left a perfectly good van there to use as a bullet shield while charging forward."<br><br>The phone was one of several which were handed out amongst certain supervillains for maintaining contact with another. They had a service plan which worked outside of the system, thanks to certain 'connections' in higher places. It allowed them to call another while minimizing the risk of a breach to their secret identities to outsiders; even if many of their crew had either been unmasked during past defeats or had special physical abilities or traits which kept them from being able to pass for normal people. Marcus was one of those whom had thus far managed to keep from having his secret identity discovered by the populace.<br><br>"No, no, I can make it for the poker game tonight. I sure as hell have enough fresh cash burning a hole in my pocket." He responded with a quick laugh; glancing toward the earlier discarded duffle bag before finishing, "Right. I'll meet up at the usual place. I'll see you guys there."<br><br>Hanging up, Marcus went over toward the duffle bag, then unzipped it to reveal a skull mask staring up at him. Around it where pieces of his usual uniform, which the career villain had slipped out of while managing to evade the police prior to slipping into his current garb of jeans and a dark blue shirt. Underneath this villainous attire, however, was easily over a thousand dollars worth of rolled bills from the twenty to hundred dollar margin. "Ah, this should be enough to entertain me for a couple of hours." The villain remarked after taking out a couple hundred dollars, which was then placed into his side pocket before starting to make his way out of the apartment.<br><br>Frankly, while the man may have been tired from the earlier run under his alter ego, he was grateful for almost any excuse for getting out of the apartment again. It hadn't exactly been the most pleasing of experiences for the guy (a sentiment which some living nearby might say was mutual), due in no small part to certain neighbors whom tended to get on his nerves for what Marcus would deem as silly reasons. Silly reasons such as leaving the television or radio on too loud, which happened to be the current case, with the blaring loud TV set which was left on in his apartment even after its owner had departed on his way for the previously mentioned poker game.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 00:12:59</strong>
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				Lana Lewis (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Extra-Curricular/JLH1.png) had finally made it home, far later in the afternoon then she liked. But it was of her own choice. Ever since she had resolved to take up the somewhat disturbing choice of becoming a costumed vigilante named Buster (http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2010/256/b/7/i__ll_kick_your_ass____by_crimsonsea-d2ymwzj.jpg). Originally she chose the name because she thought it made her sound intimidating and like she was ready to brawl, plus it was the nickname of one of the most famous successful underdogs in heavyweight boxing history. But the superhero oriented news rags immediately alluded to the fact her name was Buster because of her healthy bust she had while wearing such a low cut uniform. <br><br>Soon as that hit the headlines, she went from a lowcut top to a turtleneck.<br><br>Apparently that just accentuated the shape of her breasts.<br><br>Regardless of what the public thought the origin of her name was, she realized she just couldn't win and would instead have to earn her rep by simply being better and tougher or she'll never shed the wrong 'Buster' impression. But before she could define her budding vigilante career, Lana had final exams to study for. Superheroics was the last thing on her mind and to be honest, she looked far more the part of geeky student then superhero at the moment, totally rocking her black rimmed eyeglasses and a flannel shirt and jeans that screamed science nerd, or more appropriate for her, gearhead. She was more comfortable in a workshop then a lab, unlike her equally heroic (and in school, far more popular) roommate. Heading into her nice, almost suite like apartment, she tossed her books onto the counter beside a toughbook and scanned the room for her roomie, who should've been home by now.<br><br>Likely she was studying too. Finals after all, came at the same time for everyone.<br><br>But unlike herself, her roommate didn't dedicate at least three hours a day to the gym or dojo, honing her physical and martial skills. For Lana, it gobbled up a lot of her day to the point that while studying might not be mentally relaxing, it would be physically and emotionally relaxing. Figuring her roommate was hanging out in her own bedroom, Lana snatched up the top most textbook and her laptop and plopped down onto the sofa. "I'm home Alexis!" she then shouted aloud, letting her roomy know, before cracking open her computer and opening up the book beside her. <br><br>Just as the operating system finished loading, she could hear inappropriate sounds emanating from one of the neighboring rooms.<br><br>She recognized the sounds immediately, but it took her a few moments to realize she was actually hearing what sounded like a pornographic film or show blaring in one of the adjacent rooms and an annoyed look crossing her face. <br><br>That was the other thing. Not only was the sound of a porno on full blast annoying her, it was kind of her problem to deal with. Well her roommate and her problem. Alexis' family owned the building and in exchange for free rent on this amazing corner apartment, they were kind of assistant landladies. Not only would the loud TV interrupt their studies, they would have to be the ones to deal with the TV.<br><br>Things were never easy, she realized with a sigh as she slid the computer off her lap and shouted to Alexis. "Do you hear that?" she asked with a bit of an angry tinge accenting her voice. <br><br>If only she could deal with tenants as rough as she dealt with criminals in her Buster guise.<br><br>If only...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 15:07:13</strong>
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				Even when she did heard the slight sound of the entrance door to the shared apartment being unlocked and opened, the platinum blonde girl quickly knew that it was her roommate who had just returned. In previous times, she would had went out of her bedroom to greet her closest friend with a huge smile and sometimes a hug to then proceed to ask with simple questions on her day and such. For now though, Alexis Harper (http://data.whicdn.com/images/25344116/538461_390445354306890_347944068557019_1477945_1689973804_n_large.jpg) had only one thing in her mind. <em>Her finals.</em><br><br>The dreaded final examination for all students, and even dreaded by the young blonde girl, despite her high intelligence. She usually passed them with flying colours and obtain exceptional results, but nevertheless, that did not stop the young woman to revise and study her notes. But at least, she responded to Lana with a shout through the bedroom door of hers, "Welcome back, Lana! Hope classes were good?" She didn't really expect a response from her friend as she knew that even the other woman would have to submerge herself with studying as well for her own finals.<br><br>Really, if it weren't for the finals, Alexis would be out there, on the streets and doing heroics deeds by now. Just like Lana, even Alexis made the drastic decision to take an alter-ego; a vigilante and a heroine known as Cyshield (http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Sets/887016.jpg). Unlike her best friend and fighting partner who has such skills in martial arts, Alexis depended more on her high intelligence and her fascination with technology to invent an armored suit with some gadgets and some slightly advanced gizmos built within it.<br><br>But then again, just like Lana; Alexis' appearance was so wide apart from her alter-ego. Anybody who knew her, except Lana, would had never guess she would be Cyshield or a vigilante to be in fact. Still, people would had likely known on how she was into superhero comics and manga along with anime with a number of posters plastered to her walls, along with one long shelf of comics and mangas arranged all neatly and in order. Perhaps that was her inspiration and the source of her ambition to become a vigilante in the first place.<br><br>Still, Alexis could not help but feel rather proud of herself as she glanced to some newspaper clippings which she pinned on a board at one wall of her room. Most of them just showing pictures of her in her vigilante costume along with Lana as Buster, but at least, Alexis believed that they looked incredibly cool in those pictures nevertheless. Her attention was diverted as she heard noises from the door of her bedroom, and irritation seeped within her as she finally stood from her chair and headed out of her room. The young girl knew that it would not be her closest friend, so it had to be one of the neighboring rooms.<br><br>Just only after she left, she heard Lana's shout and she replied, understanding her feeling and felt mutual on the annoyance, "Yeah, I can hear it. Willing to bet it's Mr. Keegan again?" A sigh escaped from her as she went over to the sofa and leaned against it. As if on cue, their apartment phone rang and Alexis sighed once again, knowing what the call would be about even before picking the receiver. "Yes, Alexis Harper speaking? Ohhh, yes, I definitely can hear the noises. No kidding it's from Mr. Keegan's place. Ohhh, how convenient that he left his TV on before he left.. Okay, I'll go and try to deal with it." Putting the receiver back in its original place, she glanced over to Lana.<br><br>"... That was Mrs. Hale.. Said our neighbors are complaining, so.. we better switch the TV off. I'm not one to break into somebody's home, but.. in this case, we don't have a choice." It was only then Alexis recognized the sounds, as sounds of loud moans suddenly emitted with some obscenities blasting and a flush touched the blonde girl's cheeks. "..... Yeah, we definitely need to switch that TV off." She was not even hesitating as she then rushed back to her room to collect an odd-looking gadget and then returning to her friend before walking out of their home to head to the neighboring room.<br><br>Standing outside the door of one particular room, they both could clearly hear the noises of the TV from behind the door and knew this was definitely the room. No surprise there for them both. Alexis took a cautious glance at both directions, to make sure that no one was around before activating the little gadget within her hand. To anybody's guess, it looked like an ordinary pocketknife but to Lana and Alexis, they would know better. With a little tinkering and modifications to make sure the gadget would make a perfect copy of the keyhole of the door before unlocking the door and entering into the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 14:33:51</strong>
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				As soon as Alexis' device had tumbled the lock open, Lana turned the knob and flashed a smile and a wink at her roommate and best friend. "Shall we put the fear of God into Mr. Keegan?" she asked jokingly before pushing the door open.<br><br>The first thing she noticed, was in fact the TV was on and it was ridiculously loud and there was some sort of groupsex orgy going off onscreen. Though against standard practice, Lana closed the door behind them so that the noise of the TV wouldn't get louder, and no passing children would get an eyeful of the threesome that was sprawled across the fifty inch widescreen. As soon as she closed the door, she called out. "Mister Keegan? Mister Keegan?" she then said, getting a little louder as she casually walked around the sofa, then glancing over to the side, saw a body length mirror mounted on one of the closets. She snapped her fingers, gaining Alexis' attention and pointed at the mirror was which was showing a reflection of the two of them. "We look totally geek chic you know that?" she decided to comment offhand.<br><br>Truth was, people occasionally complimented Lana on looking cute, adorable and even sexy, but she was way too paranoid and self conscious about her appearance to think that she was that cute. But she freely expressed how hot she was to Alexis, since she was a friend after all. It was just one of those things, where the introverted and socially awkward girls often subconsciously convinced themselves against prevailing opinion that they couldn't be as physically attractive as some or many people stated she was. It had nothing to do with being bashful or a tease or Hollywood Homely or nonsense like that, Lana just had that psychological quirk that a lot of girls did but unlike with many of them, she didn't dwell on it that much. Lana had other interests besides proving her attractiveness to men.<br><br>Her current interest though was turning off the threesome porn that was still playing and wondering why the hell Mr. Keegan wasn't even here. <br><br>"I'll turn off the TV," Lana said, rounding the sofa and looking at the array of remote controls, each one controlling a different peripheral. "Game console. Sound system. Media player. Television. Satellite TV," she muttered, realizing Keegan must've been somewhat well off. His electronics after all were top notch. "Must be this one," she then said, picking up the Sat TV remote and aiming it at the TV. But instead of turning the TV off, she switched it to mute and smirked to herself. "Let's see what else Mr. Keegan has been watching," she said loud enough that Alexis could hear her. "Don't worry, I'm practicing my detective work Alex," she then explained, as she clicked another button which brought up a program history of shows he had recorded or ordered.<br><br>"Porno. Porno. Porno..." Lana then said mockingly. "This guy really likes his girls in pairs. We should've come here alone, just in case," she joked, laughing at the thought that either of them, especially together, could be somehow threatened by some randy wanker like Mr. Marcus Keegan was turning out to be. She turned off the TV and then glanced at his DVD... no wait... it was a Blu-ray collection and tilted her head sideways to read the titles. "His taste in films is a little better. Lot of Michael Mann films. He seems to like his crime films." She paused, as if she had just experienced an epiphany and stood straight again as if she was suspecting something more sinister now. "I bet this guy is a jewel thief," she then said sarcastically, showing her detective instincts were in fact, quite nascent.<br><br>She realized they should be leaving, especially with finals and whatnot, plus with the TV off, there was really no reason for them to be here. But she couldn't help but have some fun while the porn lover was away. "Hey Lex... did you wanna chekc the bedroom or should I?" she asked, not even mentioning the obvious option that they shouldn't even bother and just leave. Then again, there was another option. "Or maybe we should check it out together," she then said. "Just in case his inflatable sex doll falls out of a closet and attacks us."<br><br>She then noticed he had left a GPS on the top of the blu-ray tower and started to ponder whether checking it out would be considered snooping or not. Then again, finding out where Keegan worked to afford all of this stuff, as well as the hang outs of the porn obsessed crowd, might be of juvenile interest to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 22:34:59</strong>
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				A certain rush of anxiety passed through her when the clicking sound occurred when she successfully unlocked the door and she entered with Lana before allowing Lana to close the door behind them. Indeed, her attention went to the large TV screen before her cheeks flushed at the scene playing on the screen. Pulling her gaze away quickly, she allowed Lana to handle the television as she found herself embarrassed from even seeing such debauched scene.<br><br>But when Lana grabbed her attention by the snapping of her fingers to glance at the long mirror before giving an amused smile to her and commented to her in return, "And nobody could beat us when it comes to this look." In truth, she was not too certain on why that despite she dressed how she would usually, she was more popular with her classmates or in the more student body in general. There were times when people had passed compliments to her about her looks and how they find her attractive, but just like Lana, she was skeptical.<br><br>While Lana tried to find the remote control, Alexis could not help but look around in the apartment of Mr. Keegan. She was slightly surprised that the place wasn't as messy as she thought it would be, but still not ever surprised when Lana mentioned about the collection of porn he recorded or ordered through the program of the television. The blonde did wanted to voice out her disagreement about her closest friend to snoop around, since they were breaking into somebody's home, but she could not ignore that growing curiosity within her. But she still commented, "... Just try not to move his stuff around too much, I guess? I don't want him to start complaining to Mrs. Hale.."<br><br>But when Lana mentioned about his porn consisting of mostly a pair of girls and such, she cocked an eyebrow and an amused smirk formed on her lips, "Willing to bet that one of the girls is a blonde, and another is brunette?" Nevertheless, the blonde girl was relieved in a way when Lana switched the television at last since she really did felt slightly embarrassed to even see the group orgy scene on the screen. When Lana proceed to check his collections of DVDs, Alexis had moved away to curiously look around and casually walking down the hallway and spotting the open door to what she would conclude would be their neighbour's bedroom.<br><br>Hearing what Lana said though, she called back to her in an amused tone, "You know? That duffel bag on the couch in the living room? it really looks like those bags the criminals would stash and carry all the stuff they would stole, right?" As she said so, her form was already standing in front of the open door and wondered to herself whether she could steal a peek. From the open view though, she could see that Mr. Keegan's bedroom was just as messy as his whole apartment. Her attention drew away when Lana called out to her again, and knowing they were indeed intruding into another's privacy, her curiosity was getting the better out of her.<br><br>"... Well, I'm standing in front of his bedroom now. Might as well just get a look around, maybe?" Hesitantly, she took a step into the bedroom and glance around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary other than spotting some adult magazines in one drawer. Glancing over to the dumbbells, she was just curious and wanted to test the weight of the equipment, and so she casually went forward and wrapped her fingers around the handle. Thinking she could easily pick it up, she tried to lift it up but was utterly surprised by the sheer weight of the dumbbell, ".... Whoah, this thing is mighty heavy." She knew that normal human beings would not be able to carry such a heavy weight like this, and this perked her curiosity further while she called out to Lana.<br><br>"Hey Lana? I was just checking out this dumbbells which Mr. Keegan have, right? They are like.. mighty heavy. Like.. seriously heavy, you get what I mean?" With this slight revelation within her mind, she could not help but snoop around in his bedroom. "... Lana, do you think-?" Somehow, she knew that she did not need to finish the sentence as her closest friend would pick up on what she was trying to say, but nevertheless, this would just spur both females to check around more at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 00:01:29</strong>
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				Lana could only shrug about the duffel bag and while she thought about it, she didn't fall into the temptation of pulling it open and checking. She did have some standards of respecting others privacy, even if they were weirdos like Mr. Keegan. Instead her eyes looked up from the DVD's as she noticed Alexis having rather boldly entered his bedroom and smirked, wondering if she was taking after her suggestion. Glancing back at the GPS, she pondered turning it on, just to take a peek about where he had been recently and was rather curious where he worked too, wondering if that was programmed into the device, but just as she summoned enough courage to pick it up, she heard Alexis' vice call out from the bedroom.<br><br>Pulling her hand away, she left the GPS where it was and headed to the bedroom, walking down the hallway and coming up behind Alexis, intentionally making enough noise so that she didn't accidentally surprise her. One of the things about being one of those highly trained martial artist types, you sometimes had to learn to not walk softly everywhere... especially when you wore sneakers. It was more then just a name.<br><br>Noticing Alexis playing around with the dumb bells, or at least trying to, Lana smirked. One thing she knew she was is stronger then Alexis in most physical things and with that same semi-confident smile, she wandered over. Though she wasn't a muscular type by any means, her constant fixation on being fit for the past couple years of her life had paid dividends and to be honest, the dumbbells didn't look too big. Still, not wanting to look the fool or worse, strain herself, she gripped the dumbbell with both hands and started to try to lift. <br><br>It didn't budge.<br><br>Naturally, she tried again, only this time actually tried as in knuckles turning white, feet planed and shoulder straining but the dumb bell might've as well have been cemented to the stand they were on. "Geez... what's this made of? Tungsten?" she muttered idly, not seeing any weight indicator on the side of it. "Keegan must have some guns on him. Freaking armory under those sleeves," Lana then muttered before another thought popped into her head. "Or maybe roids," she added, thinking that sounded more sensible actually, all things considered about what they knew about him so far. She tried to lift the dumb bell one last time, but to no avail. It had to be at least over a hundred pounds though, because she couldn't even budge it a little with both of her arms while putting her whole body into it. <br><br>"Well..." Lana then said looking around, taking only a moment to catch her breath as she unintentionally showed off how well conditioned she was from her rapid recovery. "...Porno mags..." she then added, noticing the same thing Alexis did. "I guess we're done here... but I really do want to snoop around a bit more. This guy has me intrigued in a good... platonic sort of way," she said, making it well known her interest in this tenant was purely out of non-sexual or romantic curiosity. She had standards after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 18:09:00</strong>
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				When the other female approached and entered into the bedroom, Alexis gave her a short glance before lowering her gaze down to the dumbbell which had not budge even the slightest from the floor. She may not be the most fittest or hit the gym so very often but she knew she had some strength within those arms of hers. Still, she allowed for Lana to approach and she moved herself away to give room for Lana to try herself.<br><br>The expression on Lana's face mirrored the same expression as Alexis' after Lana tried to lift the dumbbell but received the same results. Despite Lana was more into psychical fitness more of her, Alexis was not surprised in the least since she had tried the weight of the dumbbell before her. "Told'cha." She mentioned to Lana, understanding her disbelief and her questioning of the dumbbell. She even had no clue whatsoever but did not say anything else.<br><br>Still, an amused smile formed on her lips when Lana spoke further. "But he looks rather normal. I mean, fit like an athlete but then again, that's possible." Even then, Alexis could not see anything further that would show of more interest to both young females. Unless they wanted to raid his bedroom closet, which Alexis had a feeling she would want to avoid. They had raided into someone else's apartment and have a look around; that was already enough in her book.<br><br>"I get what you mean.. But as much as I'm curious, I rather not look around any further. Don't want Mr. Keegan to come over and sue us or something." With that, Alexis exited the bedroom as she had found nothing else in there to increase her interest and knowing Lana would follow suit. "Also, I think we wasted enough time. We should really continue our studying for our finals," mentioned the blonde as she glanced the living room one last time.<br><br>Looking over to the brunette, she then gestured to her as an indication that it was best for them to leave now. As much as her curiosity was peaked along with Lana's, her conscience was already getting to her and she had preferred not to be in any trouble with the older owner of this apartment. "Have to say though? I always thought Mr. Keegan was kinda attractive." Once glance to Lana, she then raised her hands and slightly waved them a bit as a slight embarrassment washed over her. "I'm just saying! Not like, you know.. being interested in him romantically and such too. He looks like those guys who could get a girl if he wants and tries to, you know?"<br><br>After both girls left the apartment, the blonde female made certain that she locked the door with the little handy gadget she had before moving over to their own shared apartment with Lana. "I feel like we should do some prodding with Mr. Keegan.. Come to think of it, despite we are neighbours. We don't really know much about him, do we?" It was humorous to her in a way on how they seemed slightly fascinated with him despite the little butting heads between them at times; mostly him with putting music or his TV too loud which would receive complaints by them in general.<br><br>"But anyways? Let us focus on our studies first. Ahh, I'm seriously nervous about the finals!" It was then that Alexis left Lana for the time being to rush over to her bedroom before returning to their living room and dumping her notes and books onto the side table beside the couch. Pushing the lingering thoughts of Mr. Keegan aside for now, she knew she could satisfy her curiosity another time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 21:09:10</strong>
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				"I suppose so," Lana said grudgingly, not wanting to agree with Alexis but reluctantly accepted that she was curious about mysterious Mr. Keegan and accepted that the relationship between them didn't have to be adversarial all the time. They wouldn't be very good apartment administrators if they were. She just hoped that if and when that occurred, that it would be Alexis taking the lead on it. <br><br>Truth was Alexis was right, they had more pressing matters. Being part time heroes and gadgeteers was great and all, but that meant that classes that normally would be easy for them with normal student commitments were in fact far more difficult now due to the lack of time and effort and energy that they could afford to dedicate to academics. As Alexis took up one half of the sofa and table with her notes and books, Lana took over the other half with her laptop and even more textbooks. It'd be another cramming session for both girls it seemed this finals week.
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				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 20:22:40</strong>
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				The evening had been a rather uneventful one for Marcus, at least by his standards of what would count as an event. The card game had gone about with mixed results which saw the male walking away with less than he'd gone into the game with, albeit without losing nearly so much as he'd lost during past nights with this crew. Not that this kept him from being a bit of a sore loser, even if it wasn't without some justification on the matter. "I just know that asshole used his powers..." He muttered under his breath while making his way down the hallway, pocket full of his remaining money from earlier and mouth full of bubblegum to help with the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.<br><br>"Smug prick even kept glancing my way as if challenging me to prove it." He added with narrowed eyes, thinking back on Terry 'Peepers Creepers' Anderson's limited x-ray vision abilities and grumbling a little further on it, "Bleh." Trying to push that annoyance out of his mind for now, the civilian guised supervillain neared his humble abode and went about entering the messy apartment to pick up where he'd left off earlier on relaxing around the place.<br><br>Now, while Marcus may not be the type who would notice if a ceramic figurine was pointed a different direction then it had been previously, he wasn't completely dim toward certain other changes to the interior of his apartment area. "Hmm?" The male started, gazing toward the television with a curious expression, "I thought I'd left this turned on when on my way out?"<br><br>Any other changes were either too mild for him not notice or were simply flown over his head, but the set was enough to get the older male's imagination running. There was little proof on what may have happened. On whom could have come into his apartment to shut it off. Or if even it were a case of somebody entering to shut the television off or if it were some random power outage of some sort. But for Marcus Keegan, it became very clear on whom was behind poking around in his place.<br><br>"Those little pains in the..." He began to grumble, then promptly turned around and headed back out of the apartment. His feet carried him quickly toward the apartment of the two girls whom the man had often bumped heads with on different matters since moving into the place. It was more annoyance which drove Marcus rather than actual anger, as he briefly considered double checking his belongings to make sure nothing was missing.<br><br>But, no, that would be far too out of place for the little girlscout-types whom lived nearby. More so, he was perhaps the most bothered on what exactly they may have seen which was rather... well, incriminating. It was this fear which helped to keep any anger within check, as he neared and slowed to stand before their door. At least there weren't any cop cars or helicopters circling the building, so that was an indication of them not finding anything too bad. Taking in a deep breath, the man double checked his breath for any lingering signs of alcohol. Marcus hadn't drank nearly enough for his metabolism to feel anything other then a mild buzz, but he didn't need any signs of supposed intoxication to be used against him as ammo.<br><br>Feeling satisfied enough on the matter, the man ran a hand through his hair as if to slick it back, before knocking upon the door and waiting with an outwardly patient appearance for any answer on the other end. "Anybody home? It's your neighbor, Marcus. Marcus Keegan." He called out after a few moment, proving that patience wasn't exactly one of his best virtues, even as he continued to maintain a seemingly calm and collected demeanor on the outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 22:55:49</strong>
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				Plopping herself onto one side of the couch, the blonde girl adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses before delving into the textbooks once again as she began the cramming session with Lana. There was a slight concern that Mr. Keegan might come over after finding out his television was switched off by some other force but she pushed that small worry aside. Not as if she could not handle it well and just explained to the older man if he did come over.<br><br>She was not too certain how long she had been studying on the couch with Lana, but when a knock sounded from the door, Alexis raised her head from her book. Exchanging glances with her closest friend, she decided to check who it would be as she stood from the couch. When the voice of Mr. Keegan sounded from the door, she almost paused in her footsteps but then quickened her pace then to the door and opened it after undoing the locks.<br><br>Looking over to Lana, Alexis knew that she would have to be the one to deal and mostly do the conversation since she felt she was the more calmer one. Regaining her composure and such, she parted the door open slightly and allowed her form to stand in between the gap to be greeted with the sight of the taller man. When she stood in front of him though, the blonde had a fleeting thought that she should at least changed her clothes somewhat. Wearing shorts, and a slightly tight T-shirt wasn't exactly covering up her skin but then again, none of the girls expected for him to come over.<br><br>"Ah, Mr. Keegan." Alexis started and she raised a hand to push her glasses over her nose. Being this rather close to the man, the young blonde could catch whiff of a light alcohol scent on the older man and she briefly commented on that, "Did you had a nice time with your friends?" But still, the two girls could quickly conclude on the true reason the older male had came over to their apartment. With this, the blonde woman remained calm, though that was more of the exterior when she actually do feel a bit nervous.<br><br>"But, I am aware on why you had come over, Mr. Keegan," Alexis continued to speak, hoping to perhaps calm the man down from any anger he might had felt. It was rather to reveal the truth to him sooner than later, in her opinion. "I truly understand that you might be furious, but you have to understand. You had left your television on when you left. Even more with such a loud volume and even it was showing a...&nbsp; truly revealing program." Clearing her throat at that, a small flush touched her cheeks at the mention of the porn video.<br><br>"I do hope you understand on why we had to do what we had to do. Our other neighbors were complaining as well, so we had to enter into your apartment to switch the television off." She explained to the man, her blue eyes remained upon his features and not wavering. Perhaps to the man, she looked like she was staring at him and indeed, she was. More of, she was actually trying to look over the man before her to see whether she had missed any details upon him. "But do not worry, Mr. Keegan. Lana and myself just switched the television and that was it." Well, perhaps that was a little white lie but indeed, they both did nothing more than exploring a bit and would never steal anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 02:40:59</strong>
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				Awaiting with moderate impatience at the door was finally opened, Marcus was greeted with a not totally unwelcoming sight due to the younger woman's casual choice of attire. Clearly they weren't expecting anybody else to show up at their place tonight, as the older male attempted not to stare too openly at the way her slightly tight T-shirt clung to that slender frame. Mr. Keegan did, however, come close to missing the question addressed to him due to this partial distraction, as he was suddenly brought back to reality at the conclusion of her last question on his time out, "Huh? Oh, right. It was fun, I guess. Could have done with walking out from the poker game with a little extra cash, though." He responded after a moments hesitation, with some traces of genuine annoyance still evident within his tone due to a certain villains possible cheating. Not that Marcus could share the details with either of them, of course.<br><br>At the blonde's revelation of being aware on why the older male was visiting them so suddenly, the girls neighbor actually showed a moderate sign of panic within his features. On the surface, it may have seemed related to his 'adult' habits and collection which were rather openly laid out within his apartment after leaving. In reality, it was due to the possibility of them seeing his costume or anything else. As such, when Alexis spoke solely on the television set, Marcus would perhaps seem a little more relieved than any normal red blooded male would at having a female neighbor stumble across articles of his porn collection.<br><br>"O-Ohh, right, my television set! Yeah, I had a feeling it might have been you two." He responded,&nbsp; giving a small, relieved smile at the younger woman affirming that was the extent of their time spent within his apartment. Crossing his arms, the relaxed change of demeanor was noticeable almost immediately, even as he attempted at not looking too relieved, "Well, eh. I guess no harm done and crap. And I probably shouldn't have left the set on when I left. Let alone leaving it turned up so loudly."<br><br>Granted, looking her over, Marcus had a feeling she may have been fibbing a bit, but there didn't seem to be anything which set off warning bells on either of them being aware of his little secret. Still, chewing on the stick of bubble gum within his mouth, the older male inquired a little further on the subject, "So, uh. That was all you two did while in there, huh? Turn off the television set and than heading on out of there?"<br><br>Perhaps realizing how it may seem a bit suspicious for him to be prodding at the topic even after it seemed to be resolved, the fit male gave a slight laugh to play off his curiosity while explaining, "Heh. I just hope you weren't too offended by any of my choices for 'reading material' which you may have seen laying about? Single guy like myself needs the occasional distraction every now and again, you understand?"<br><br>Probably not the best of justifications for the amount of pornography Mr. Keegan had laying about, but there really wasn't any way of putting it that would look favorable for the older male. Especially since, unless the pair turned out to be the type of bookwormy college aged girls whom were a lot kinkier behind closed doors than they appeared to be out in the public, they were both likely left with an even lesser impression of their troublesome neighbor than they had before. Not that Marcus necessarily cared to win their favor one way or the other in the long run, but it would be a source of considerable annoyance if they started to use this against him during any future butting of heads.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 23:06:15</strong>
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				Lana was more then happy to let the far more amicable and personable and overall likable roommate of hers handle Mr. Keegan, but as she tried to continue studying while overheading the conversation, she first started to glance up from her laptop, then slowly roll her eyes every once in a while, then finally shake her head, before finally after passively overhearing the conversation go on for seemingly way too long now, she finally sighed and climaxed her annoyance by uttering a not so soft groan as she glared up at the wall, rolling her eyes even more. Falling back into the sofa, Lana took a deep breath and then silently gave herself the ten count. <br><br>Truth was, Lana wasn't bothered by the discussion but had quite intentionally<em> chosen</em> to be bothered by it even though she could easily ignore him, Alexis and the whole conversation. After her intentional break to calm herself, she rose from the sofa and set aside her laptop and quickly wondered how bothered and annoyed she should act and why. Hearing Mr. Keegan's last statement, if it could be called that, simply was boorish to her eyes. <br><br><em>Single guy like myself needs the occasional distraction... ya understand.</em><br><br>Lana butted into the conversation, herself wearing a far looser tee graphic tee with some snide and sarcastic phrase on it and a pair of relaxed jeans and leaned in. Like Alexis, she too was wearing the geek chic glasses but that only hid the glare in her eyes as she butted her head in next to her roomies, her head practically peeking over Alexis' shoulder so their heads were practically side by side. "Hey!" Lana finally said. "That's gross okay?" Lana started rather abruptly, interjecting herself into the conversation. "If you want to not be single... and I don't know if you do... but you aren't going to get it by telling girls about your addiction to group sex porn or whatever it was you were watching! And next time... just turn off the television. Make everyones job easier! Comprende?" she then concluded, raising one of her thin eyebrows sharply as she leaned over Alexis' shoulder, trying to play up the sass she didn't really have.<br><br>Truth was... this was far more ballsy then she normally was... at least as in this identity.<br><br>The release of pent up frustration was rather... liberating however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 00:39:18</strong>
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				The sudden appearance of Lana had initially startled Marcus, albeit primarily due to not noticing her having approached them until peeking her head out over her friends shoulder. Raising an eyebrow as she interjected her opinion into the conversation, the older male was more surprised at the rather bold way she addressed him on the matter rather than the actual response itself. Not that her telling him off had gone without notice, obviously, as the pairs neighbor stared right at the brunette and gave an amused, almost smug little smirk while quipping, "Well, well. Look who decided to wear her ovaries on the outside today."<br><br>Still, her words had apparently hit a nerve on their neighbor, whom wasn't able to let the matter drop without trying to rationalize, "And don't go getting so high and mighty on me over a few magazines or videos, lady. You're both a couple of pretty college aged girls. I'm sure you've been introduced to experimenting with far kinkier stuff than anything I have in my collection." Marcus was mostly attempting to get a rise out of Lana (and possibly Alexis) with his snarky remarks. Emphasis on 'mostly'.<br><br>Both of the young roomies were indeed cute in their own way, but neither seemed the 'partying' type when it came to experimenting with ones sexual desires during the college scene. Of course, they did often say to watch out for the quiet, nerdy types when it comes to the real 'freaks' in the bedroom. That last thought drew an amused little sound out of the older male, as he glanced over the pair and seemed to be briefly considering a few possibilities of his own. None which Marcus expected to leave the realm of fantasy, but still couldn't keep from using as further ammunition for teasing the spunky brunette who caught his attention.<br><br>"Speaking of college and the group sex porn? If you two ever find yourselves needing a break from all of&nbsp; this schoolwork stuff, you know my door is always open to you two." He teasingly suggested, mostly directing this 'offer' toward Lana, as the older male briefly shrugged his shoulders before adding, "Hey. Just saying. I'm sure I'd have more to offer than any of the little jocks or gamer boys you'll find at your school. Both in experience and... well, other places."<br><br>Showing a rather sly smile by now, the older male was widely expecting to get another tongue lashing (and not the good kind), a door slammed in his face or even a fierce slap across the face for his admittedly vulgar comments toward the pair. Not that Mr. Keegan wouldn't have deserved it, he realized, but it was hard to not try and push a few buttons to see how the suddenly bold brunette or her blonde roommate may respond toward his remarks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 18:52:51</strong>
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				With much calmness that she could master, Alexis had watched the man before her to see his reactions to her explanation. It seemed as if the man understood their reasons for coming over to his place and entering without his permission. But what did made her even more curious was the noticeable change when the man quickly calmed down when she had expected him to perhaps be even angrier for their intrusion.<br><br>Before she could think about it further, she let Mr. Keegan to speak further with her and she quirked an eyebrow at him when he pressed slightly on the small issue. Nodding her head gently and forming a smile, she reassured him, "Yes, Mr. Keegan. Really, that was all. If you're worried that we might had stolen anything from your apartment, you should know that we would never do such a thing. Also, we don't really have a reason to do so." Perhaps that was not truly the reason on why he pressed on, but still, she felt to state that out for him.<br><br>When he began to explain of the porn collection he had; reading and maybe video-wise, the young woman did understood but felt didn't need to be reminded about that; especially when she was trying to push away what she had seen. Shaking her head at remembering that, even she was almost startled when her best friend came over and leaned her head over her shoulder to shoot her own remark at their neighbor. She couldn't really blame Lana and she would back her up if this was another situation.<br><br>There were times when their neighbor got on their nerves and even made the friendly and easygoing blonde to snap at times. But for this time, Alexis had remained calm when watching and hearing both Mr. Keegan and Lana exchanging remarks before she cleared her throat to interrupt them both from saying further. Looking over to their neighbor, she did find his teasing a bit offensive and would understood if Lana would burst out in anger at him. For Alexis though, she couldn't help but gave an amused chuckle.<br><br>"I didn't know you could be funny, Mr. Keegan," the blonde started to mention. "Just that, you know, extending this invitation to two college girls who perhaps may not be top on your list or even your type may kind of give a more desperate image, don't you think? No offense or anything though. I was just thinking that you - being a person with good looks and much charm - would have any other prettier ladies to be all over you." To anybody, they may be uncertain on whether she was trying to mock or being friendly with the man. Even more with how she was saying with that charming smile on her face.<br><br>"If you could pardon us though, Mr. Keegan? It's getting late, and we both have to revise and study for our incoming finals. Also, you must had a long day. So, have a good night and rest, Mr. Keegan. I am glad you understand on our reason for the small intrusion. Just remember not to leave your television or radio too loud next time?" With that, she closed the door before allowing the man to respond. When the door was closed, she exchanged glances with Lana before bursting into a small fit of laughter before flashing a cheeky grin to her.<br><br>"Think I made him speechless there?" Pushing a lock of her hair away from her glasses and eyes, she then went over to the couch to plop herself there once again. "I really do think he would be a decent guy if he would not show that offending side of him. Think it's a shame." Placing her books back on her lap, she went back to studying and cramming once again while pushing what had happened earlier aside to focus on her studies.<br><br><hr><br>It had been a few days after the whole conversation with their neighbor. Fortunately for the two girls, seemed like the older man did not pursue the small issue any further. Still, the blonde female was curious about their neighbor but never really found any ideas to see on what she could do to satisfy that curiosity of hers. She also knew her roommate would had felt the same as well. Even then, they had their responsibilities as college students and keeping their grades up - not also forgetting their other duties as well.<br><br>Speaking of which was what both girls would about to do, especially when Alexis overheard the news shown on the big television screen and seeing that there was an attempted robbery in a well-known bank. Rushing over to her room, she fiddled with a device placed on a table in one corner of her room before slipping on a set of headphones over her ears. The device looked like any other radio and functioned like so, but Alexis had modified it to even be able to pick up the radio frequency used by the police force. While listening into the reports and orders being exchanged, she then pulled the headset off and then went over to where Lana would be.<br><br>"You've seen the news, right? Just heard the police in the radio. Yeah, there are hostages in the bank. They said that there are two bad guys there; but they can't identify them yet nor not sure whether there are more. But, let's suit up." Alexis flashed a confident smile to her partner before going over to her room once again. Going over to one part of her room, she pushed back a poster before slipping the small, hidden compartment in the wall to show a keypad. After punching in the keys, she watched as the walls began to part to reveal themselves as doors before showing the hidden room behind them.<br><br>The room was actually more of a technology laboratory with the whole gadget and devices displayed on one long stretch of table, even more with computers and machines placed at the walls. It was not a huge room, but still was ample in space for Alexis. If Lana entered into the hidden room behind her, the brunette would know that her best friend would not mind even the slightest. Then again, the blonde was busy gearing herself up with her 'cyber-suit', as she would call it. Tying her blonde hair up into a bun and then slipping her helmet on, she locked it with the suit and made some minor adjustments and making certain that everything was stable. Once that was done, she spoke to Lana; her voice altered and now sounding with the robotic and static tones. "You ready, Buster? Cyshield, ready for action!" Perhaps that sounded really corny, but Alexis, now Cyshield, didn't really care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 23:04:04</strong>
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				"Damn right I'm ready," Lana... now in her Buster outfit, replied before snapping on her yellow tinted goggles, completing the supergeek chic look she was going for. As soon as they came on, a heads up display linked with her combat suit pulled over her eyes. Her pet project and lifes passion for the past few years now was also her superpower so to speak, a blending of both her own martial skills and advanced technology. It allowed Alexis, normally a very highly skilled and talented martial artist, to be Buster, superheroine vigilante who could go toe to toe with gun and power wielding criminals with nothing but her feet, fists and a mild case of mood disorder. <br><br>When she was younger, she had always marveled at the best martial artists, how they seemed to naturally be able to flow like water with the execution of their moves and follow one technique with another, merging and balancing styles and arts almost effortlessly, like it was instinctive. While she pushed herself to be all she could be martially, training in a different martial art every year and showing herself off as a quick learner herself, she still had trouble memorizing previous fighting styles she learned, much less how to adapt it to what she was learning currently. Unlike the best martial artists who could blend their styles flawlessly, she could not despite her skill and intelligence. <br><br>So her nerdy bent finally gave birth to the software and system that turned her into a literal human weapon.<br><br>She developed a software program loaded with thousands of moves from dozens of of different martial arts styles. An interactive martial arts database that has also analyzed hundreds of fights whether described in text or video from all kind of sources. College wrestling events, professional boxing bouts, UFC fights, street fights on YouTube, Kung Fu movies, martial arts instructional and even medieval combat manuals to see what works in what situation. Then with the help of her even more technically gifted best friend Alexis, she designed a program as a miniaturized battle computer which instantly analyzes and recommends courses of action to her via mental or telepathic thought commands whenever she is wearing some sort of apparatus like a mask or goggles or helmet or something or even a suit. Thus whenever she's in a close combat the battle computer subtly directs and influences her mind instantaneously and continuously to the point its second nature for her to respond instinctively to its guidance, its main limit being Lana... or Buster's own physicality and skills, both of which she trained truly hard to improve constantly.<br><br>It was a tall order, but she was willing to put in the hours.<br><br>But having to support her vigilantism with hours in the dojo, the gym and the workshop, combined with school and the feint remnants of a social life took their toll on her.<br><br>She punched one padded glove of a fist into another and smirked at Alexis. "This is going to feel great with Finals week," she then said, realizing they hadn't had much time to cram crimefighting in between studying this past week. "Some people use stressballs... I use criminal skulls," she then added with a grin. "So... wanna do the old roof leaping or should we take the car?" she then added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 12:22:44</strong>
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				Flashing a smile towards Lana, now Buster, Cyshield pushed the visor of the helmet over her face and the helmet locks the visor by itself. Just like Lana's goggles, the tinted visor then blinked and flickered once before displaying some program on the screen with many digits, numberings and such which she would only understand. She took only a few moments to check whether everything was stable and even curling her hands into fists, seeing that the cybersuit was responding well to her body movements and nerves.<br><br>It would be a wonder on how she invent and made the suit, but then again, being under a wealthy background did have some benefits. Not mentioning of doing some side-jobs to sell a few machines here and there to earn some money for parts for her suit. Still, she was really proud of her creation and since she ever started using the suit, it had been a breeze.<br><br>Well, not typically an easy, simple ride; especially with some added bumps and really minor casualties, but then again, at least that way she could do some alterations and improve the suit.<br><br>Glancing over to Buster, she could not help but snicker at her comments even if Buster could not see the grin she was sharing through that helmet, but the chuckle would be enough indication. "And that is why bad guys should not mess with you. You beat them up more than me, that's for sure." Still, the question of transport was in the air, and Cyshield was actually waiting for the right moment to reveal her little surprise to her. It was no secret that she was taking some lessons in riding motorcycles - despite they knew how to drive and share a car among themselves - but she had always felt that motorbikes were another good transport for them both when they want to do their heroic acts.<br><br>"Actually," Cyshield started, and there was a hint of excitement within her voice despite the robotic and static tone added. "... I got a small surprise for you." Turning herself around quickly; which was surprising when she was wearing a slightly bulky and heavy-looking suit, she pressed a button on her left glove and the button initiated for another hidden door to open before them. Of course they couldn't go outside in their heroine get-ups, so they had to have another hidden pathway to head down to the small garage which their transport would be located. Entering into a small lift with Lana, they then descended down until the lift stopped and open to reveal the small garage.<br><br>Unknown to Buster, Cyshield had definitely kept something hidden all this while and away from Buster's eyes, especially with a large cloth covering the hidden object. Pulling the cloth off, both of them could see it was a sports motorbike though definitely modified with some weapons and other things. The motorbike looked very sleek, especially with the paint job and the alterations. Now that the surprise was out, Cyshield couldn't help but wanting to know what her partner thought. "It looks so cool, right?! I was thinking that we both need motorbikes to get to places quickly, especially like say there's a huge traffic jam or something like that. So, I was like, thinking that, why not get a motorbike? Like Batman would have!"<br><br>Picking up an extra helmet which was resting on the motorbike seat, she tossed it over to Lana, "I was also thinking that, the motorbike would suit you more and make you look extremely cool. For now, we can share one motorbike, but I am definitely going to get more parts for another motorbike. So... right now, want to give it a try? Huh, huh?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 01:15:48</strong>
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				Meanwhile....<br><br>The reports hadn't been entirely inaccurate about the situation within the rather large metropolitan bank. Hostages were indeed taken within the large building, only it was a result of not one, but two villainous figures attempting to rob place for all its' worth. Only problem rested within the detail that what may have appeared to those outside like some sort of attempted team-up was actually more so an incident of two costumed crooks stepping on the others toes. Still, the pair did work well enough when it came to the immediate securing of guards, employees and customers respectively. Bound by either rope of handcuffs, each of the regular folk could only watch on helplessly as the pair took the opportunity to nearly clean out the vault... and then proceed to bitch about whom got the take bigger cut.<br><br>"Fuck off, Frost Bolt! I'm the one who had the guts to act first, so I'm the one who takes home the bigger cut of this heist." Came the rather gruff, if commanding voice of the villain known amongst circles as Killercide - directing his displeasure toward the ice themed 'cohort' of the moment while keeping a large bag filled with loot slung over his shoulder.<br><br>Frost Bolt (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/056/e/0/Absolute_Zero_by_fdiskart.jpg) stood there, his voice altered toward a raspy sound due to the mouth piece worn as part of his garb - the cool villain keeping his frost cannon aimed toward the hostages with one hand while the other lingered over the smaller bolt gun holstered at his side, "Insufferable cretin. You know I was standing in line - garbed in fedora and trench coat ensemble - awaiting upon that perfect moment to make my presence known with grand style, when you came barging in here and stole my thunder."<br><br>Indeed, both had a decent claim to the resulting loot of this heist. Frost Bolt, whom could alter his physical appearance toward looking a normal shade of color, had entered the bank first while keeping his armor and weapons concealed before awaiting for his ideal moment to strike. On the other hand, Killercide knew of how waiting too long could result in mistakes which would result in the police being alerted by security or any schmuck with a cell phone. As such, the older, veteran villain had made his move far earlier despite his younger colleagues claim to the place.<br><br>At the moment, however, the only thing which came across the groaning Marcus's mind after Frost Bolt's defense was the following burning question, "... Please don't tell me you were planning to wait for the set up of the teller asking if you were going to be making a deposit or withdraw?"<br><br>Seemingly having got it in one, the blue complexioned villain appeared rather flustered before suddenly shouting, "Ngh, I don't need to explain myself to such classless 'old timer' like yourself, Killercide!!" Immediately after saying this, Frost Bolt redirected his frost cannon toward his fellow villain - being very quick to bark out orders at this point, "Now step aside! I've indulged your foolishness far longer than was necessary. I'll be taking the full amount for myself, if you would be so kind?"<br><br>"I think we both the answer to that one, frosty." The masked villain stated, surprisingly calm given the situation, albeit breaking that demeanor for a moment to tilt his head faintly while inquiring, "....And did you just call me 'old'?!"<br><br>The hint of annoyance caught within the question was quickly magnified within a few fleeting moments, until that anger unleashed itself through a swift motion of bringing his foot up to kick the arm cannon near its barrel - sending the weapons trajectory range upward as seemingly gallons of snow suddenly shot out and began filling the bank before Killercide charged forward to slam his fist into the weaker male's gut.<br><br>"OMPH!!!" Was the only word Frost Bolt managed to exclaim as the wind was knocked out of him while being sent toward the floor with the solo hit. Marcus moved quick at rushing toward the other villain and hold the arm cannon down with a well placed foot to pin the deadly weapon toward the floor, but it left him wide open for Frost Bolt to grab the smaller gun at his side and take aim.<br><br>Marcus managed to sidestep the first shot, but the resulting projectile icicle would easily rip through the large bag held over his shoulder - causing the thousands of dollars worth of contents within it to spill out onto the ground. "You little shit!! I was going to put this toward my next car!!" The villain shouted down at his cold themed colleague, only for his eyes to widen as the realization of Frost Bolt taking aim at him with both weapons sunk into his skull, "Crap."<br><br>The next several moments were largely spent with Marcus having to race around the bank and using whatever the man could short of the hostages themselves for coverage against the onslaught of instantly freezing snow and icicle daggers. Eventually, Frost Bolt either seemed satisfied with having made his point or had realized how much time was wasted, and proceeded to make his way toward the front exit (the doors for any back ones having ironically been frozen over during the scuffle) with a smaller bag of money and gold which was easy enough for him to carry and would still net him a few thousand for his efforts.<br><br>"Feel free to help yourself to what little you can stuff in your pockets on the way out, old timer!!" The villain mockingly called back while quickly making his way out to swiftly deal with the local authorities before any costumed do-gooders showed up to further hinder his departure.<br><br>Slowly rising up from behind a desk which had several icicle daggers embedded into the fine wood surface, Marcus had evidently switched gears from playing around with the younger villain and was quite clearly pissed off. "Ok, Frost Bolt. If you want to play hardball, than it looks like I'll have to cool you out myself." He threatened, initially unaware of the accidental pun until overhearing a few groans from the huddled hostages which caused him to snap back with an eyebrow twitch, "Hey, it's not too late for me to use a few of you as meat shields out there."<br><br>Jabbing a threatening finger at the now silenced group of men and women, Marcus's attention shifted toward a lone gold bar which had fallen out of the ripped bag. Taking the time to lean over and grab it without bothering to do the same for the other money partially buried under the chemically created snow, the masked villain turned and began to make his way after what he felt was rightfully his at this point. Nobody steals from a crook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 14:40:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a ridiculous question.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course she wanted to give it a try.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ripping down the busy city streets in the middle of rush hour traffic simply added some flavor to the ‘first try.’ The high tech cycle was weaving through and around and between cars and trucks as Lana found another source of adrenaline that she normally suppressed in her civilian identity. So shy and introverted in her personal life, she let it all hang out as soon as she shrouded her identity in her ‘Buster’ vigilante guise. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However she was still holding back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mostly for Alexis’ sake. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the nature of the holding back mainly had to do with the fact that Lana didn’t mention to Alexis she didn’t have a license to operate a motorcycle, that in fact she had no idea she was going twice the speed limit, and ultimately that despite her martial background, she had no actual plan for when they arrived at the bank. What she did deign to communicate to Cyshield though was something almost equally important.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I can’t believe your spooning me in public right now...” Lana said with a giggle, her voice barely able to shout over the wind ripping over their faces. Her comment was more for her own benefit though, helping defray the nervousness she felt before every criminal encounter. She was always afraid, but was able to control and suppress the fear, and not show one whit of it during the engagement. Another way she obviously confronted with the fear was by engaging in more death defying maneuvering and demonstrated it quite aptly by kicking up the accelerator even more, and was amazed that she was rewarded with even more acceleration as she darted between two semi tractor trailers and up ahead, could see a pair of police sirens indicating the bank robbery up ahead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Here we go!” Buster then said, busting out of the traffic lane and with precise handling, heading into the parking lot, narrowly avoiding crashing into the curb, before applying a steady brake to the bike. Only too late did she realize she underestimated her speed and didn’t notice a wooden barricade set up across the banks parking lot.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Uh oh,” she quipped randomly, closing her eyes as she braked, realizing the collision would be unavoidable and futilely hoping that closing her eyes somehow would provide vehicular deliverance.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It didn’t, the reinforced construction of the motorcycle did however, smashing through the wooden police railing of the barricade with ridiculous ease before the motorcycle rolled to a stop just a few feet short of the pair of police cruisers parked at the banks entrance. The motorcycle also proved exceptionally quiet, as it seemed the snapping of the barricade caused the officer, currently braced behind the front end of her squad car, to suddenly twirl about, aiming her pistol at them all of a sudden.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Don’t worry, we’re the good guys,” Buster said triumphantly, as if they had already won.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Then why are you aiming your guns at me?” the cop asked, her trembling finger planted on the trigger guard of her pistol thankfully. As opposed to the actual trigger.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Buster gave the cop a quizzical look before Cyshield muttered something underbreath and Lana glanced down, realizing their super cycle did have mounted weapons on it and during the ‘commute’ she had unintentionally activated the weapon systems. “Oops,” she said with a bit of amateurish embarrassment as she stared at the motorcycles dash and realizing she had no idea what to do to turn the weapons off.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead she just dismounted the bike, leaving her smarter companion to figure it out. “We’re here to help,” Lana then said confidently as she peered at the bank and realizing the tinted windows revealed nothing. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The police officer turned back to the bank, taking cover behind her vehicles engine block again. “We have reports of shots fired, but according to the security feed in the bank, they’re attacking each other, not the hostages.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well that’s good,” Buster said, also crouching behind the car.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yeah... it means we don’t have to go in there,” the cop said. “Two police officers against two supervillains is crappy odds,” she added, nodding over to the only other car that responded. Another lone cop, this one toting a pump action shotgun, was kneeling behind his engine block respectively.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Buster’s eyes lit up at the mention of supervillains.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Sweet,” she said softly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What?” the cop asked.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Uh nothing...” Buster grunted.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just then the other cop barked something and both the cops and heroines focused on the tinted glass of the front doors as over the radio, a dispatcher confirmed one of the perpetrators was heading for the front doors. Buster immediately glanced back to Cyshield, and tried to give her a re-assuring glance, though her own eyes looked rather nervous as she faced forward again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Both the cops and heroines waited for the door to open. But it never did. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It shattered. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A blast of chemically freezing snow erupted forth from the glass double doors, shattering the reinforced facade as a column of blue and white careened towards the car the three ladies were taking cover behind. Without even firing, the female cop ducked behind her vehicle as Buster immediately sprinted off to the rear corner of the suddenly rocked car, apparently looking for a flank to approach. The cop was screaming as her vehicle rocked, the other side of the car freezing up and then visibly caving inward from the sheer kinetic force of the villains frost cannon.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Need backup!” the cop cried before she started to crawl away, not wanting to get caught in the blast when her car was finally totaled.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile the other cop was ducking behind his vehicle as apparent ice spikes thudded into the side of the second cruiser, with others shattering the cars siren and shredding its front tires. The male cop however was rolling across the ground to the rear of his vehicle and then suddenly popped up from behind the trunk and responded with three quick pump action blasts of his shotgun.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A grunt came from the front of the bank as suddenly the frost flavored assault came to an abrupt end.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An icy vapor slowly dispersed only to reveal a shadowy silhouette leaning against the front facing of the bank, as a blue skinned male wearing some appropriately ridiculous white costume glanced down at his now frayed chestplate, apparently struck but the solid slugs of the cops weapon. “You ruined my costume you asshole!” the villain growled in rage as he raised an arm mounted cannon at the cop. “Now you’re going to face the full freezing power of Frostbolt...jerk!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That wasn’t full power,” Buster said with a cry of alarm as she suddenly clambered over the car, as opposed to simply walking around it and sprinted towards the now distracted supervillain. “I got this Cyshield. No worries,” she then said with rather arrogant confidence.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The frost cannon had already discharged though, as a literal shockwave of blue tinged snow erupted from the weapon. A blizzard like wall surged across the ground, slamming into the police car and sending it flying into the air like a toy. The cop meanwhile let out a terrified scream as he started to sprint away, until he too was hit by the kinetic force of the blast and flung into an uncontrollable forward roll across the hard pavement.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“STOP IT YOU ANGRY.... SMURF!” Buster suddenly cried out, hoping to distract the supervillain from finishing off the cop. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It worked, as Frost Bolt turned his head and his frost cannon towards the oncoming heroine charging straight at her. Producing a pair of wooden escrima sticks in her hands, she flung one at the mans right arm which was holding the still discharging frost cannon and knocked it aside before leaping up into the air. Within a split second she had closed the final few feet and delivered a flying knee to the right shoulder of the the heavily muscled blue skinned villain. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lana grunted. She was aiming for his head, but... even though her battle computer told her it was possible, Lana’s own skills at that moment hadn’t quite passed muster. Frost Bolt staggered back as Buster’s battle computer hypothesized and theorized within fractions of seconds, a dozen different hand to hand combat techniques she could use engage in. The readouts and suggestions flashed across her eyes via her goggles as Lana instinctively chose the most appealing path.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Frost Bolt growled, sweeping out a heavily muscled right arm, still mounting the cannon on it and seemingly intended to swat aside the impudent heroine. But before he had even started to execute the move, Lana and her battle computer both predicted the simple maneuver he was about to execute and was offering several possible parries, blocks, ripostes or disarms.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Disarms...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was armed after all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leaped up off her feet, her body contorting in mid air in what looked like a backflip but her body remained horizontal as she spun in the air until she faced downward. One of her feet kicked downward, connecting hard with the side of the villains face, while her arms wrapped around his arm and the cannon mounted on it. There were latches, and clips, too much for her to unstrap and properly disarm. But she also knew if this cannon was strapped to his arm, wherever the cannon went, the arm would follow. Within a second of leaping upwards, her arms and legs wrapped around the villains right arm as she locked her limbs around him in a perfectly executed flying armbar while making sure her head was well clear of the business end of his cannons muzzle.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pushed her hips in, pressing them against his outer elbow, causing his joint to hyperextend painfully while at the same moment smashing the point of her other escrima stick into an important looking, because it was blinking, part of his frost cannon and smashed it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Buster almost felt happy, until the physically strong villain showed his own physical strength and swatted his right arm into the pavement, slamming Buster to the ground and causing her back to flare up in pain. She let go of his arm, as Frost Bolt quickly stepped back and then aimed his icicle pistol at her. Buster let out a cry of alarm, as the slamming impact had momentarily caused her battle computer to turn to static, as the heads up display in her goggles only showed static.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kinetic impacts happened a lot in her line of work and yet, sophisticated computers weren’t made for such arduous combat. It was a problem she always tried to mitigate but was hard to solve. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was all up to her now. Thankfully, even without her battle computer, Buster was still a highly skilled martial artist. She decided on her own best course of action and delivered an upkick to Frost Bolt’s groin, only to hit something hard instead. The villain grunted, staggered for a moment and then offered her a smirk through the pain. “Yeah... I wear a cup...” he stated before firing his gun.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“CYYYYYYYY,” Lana suddenly cried out in pain, as an icicle thudded into the meat of her upper right leg. With a howl of pain, she kicked out with her left leg, knocking the pistol aside and letting it skitter across the pavement, only to have him smash her into the ground with his still cannon mounted right arm and causing her to suddenly tense up in pain, temporarily taking her out of the fight.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the initial assault by Buster, to this moment, only a matter of seconds had passed, as Frost Bolt started to wonder if he had seen two or just one heroine on that motorcycle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 21:12:01</strong>
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				It did not take very long, just like how Cyshield had predicted. The bike had an automated GPS system built within and shown on the screen which made easier maneuvering around the city. So within no time, they had arrived to the scene as Buster picked up the speed. Despite knowing the speed was necessary at times, unlike Buster, Cyshield felt the slight panic feeling from the increased speed and could not help but did an small prayer inwardly and hoping they would not crash into anything.<br><br>But well, the prayer was not entirely answered. Not when the motorcycle crashed into the wooden barricade and even made Cyshield winced at the collision, only making her think and pray further that the paint job was still intact and nothing was damaged. However, she did gave an apologetic gesture towards the police force about the destroyed barricade and then, once again, bowed her head in apology as she noticed along with Buster with the weapons being activated. In a way, she was relieved when Buster just allowed her to handle the system as Cyshield promptly went to punch in the code on the screen and the weapons was deactivated.<br><br>At the mention of supervillains by one of the police, Cyshield tensed up slightly. They had encounter a few supervillains before but not <em>two</em> of them in one place, that was for certain. That made her slightly nervous, and she had the feeling Buster felt the same but nevertheless, she had this confidence within her that they both would handle the villains just fine. The heroine even went to hide nearby Buster and the female police officer, keeping her eyes peeled at the door of the bank and kept herself ready.<br><br>The door shattered and was blasted open, which surprised Cyshield even. Then the blast went to hit at the car she was hiding behind, seeing how the car was getting pretty smashed from the beam itself. At other times, Cyshield would had taken a moment to marvel at the scientific and wondered on how the villain ever made such a contraption. Right now though, Cyshield was scolding herself mentally and suppressing a yelp throughout the time.<br><br>It was rather difficult to do so, especially when seeing on how this villain named Frost Bolt had actually been holding back on the sheer power of his weapon; now seeing the car was easily flung into the air. But when the police man was hit by the force, that was when Cyshield had snapped into action as she quickly extended her hand out, her fingers straight and pointing towards the police officer. Energy formed and then shot from her cyber armor's glove and then formed a barrier, which caught the police officer safely and saved him from anymore injuries. With the powered suit, she had increased speed, which she had used, as she dashed towards the officer and picked him up easily in her arms before dashing towards another police car and brought him there to be shield behind the vehicle, and letting his comrades check on his condition.<br><br>Turning her attention over to the fight scene between Buster and Frost Bolt, she managed to see on how her partner was handling with the villain to then see how her partner was brought down. Her partner had quickly acted, even before Buster had called for her. Before the blue-skinned villain could react, she had dashed forward towards him using speed and used her armored body to slam the villain away from Buster as she collided with him. Both of them collided into the nearby wall of the bank, and making a sizable dent. But Cyshield did not care for the moment. Her gloved hands had gripped upon Frost Bolt's lower arms, and making certain that the mounted cannon was aiming upwards and away from her.<br><br>Both heroine and villain struggled as they used their whole strength against each other, but fortunate for Cyshield, she had activated the energy reservoir within her suit to give her a strength boost. Frost Bolt had felt the effect as he had noticed on how she was squeezing and destroying the mechanical straps of his cannon on his arm. While he was slightly distracted, the heroine took this chance to take one hand away to give one tight punch across his face and knocked him over.<br><br>He quickly recovered though, but was definitely displeased with the crooked and bleeding nose. "You.. fucking bitch!" Frost Bolt swore out loud before scrambling up onto his feet and took aim with his cannon. With this, Cyshield had quickly went to put up a defensive energy shield in front of her as Frost Bolt shot his ice beam at her. It was fortunate in a way that the shield did protected her, which surprised the woman in a way and even surprised the villain. But the force of the beam did knocked her back a few feet, which distracted the woman as she stumbled back and fell over onto her back. This was enough for Frost Bolt as he took aim at Cyshield once again, about ready to fire and had a feeling the heroine would take a few seconds to get her shield up again. "Got you now, you bitch.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 16:39:06</strong>
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				The villainous Frost Bolt had taken proper aim on the momentarily vulnerable young heroine before pulling the trigger on his weapon and firing out another deadly projectile. Within the brief window of opportunity, the icy themed villain had targeted Cyshield's chest; an ideal spot for delivering an intentionally deadly blow on ones opponent. There wasn't really any time for one to respond if they hadn't already been in the process of taking action. Fortunately for the young heroine, there was indeed one whom had already snuck only the scene and begun taking action for his own selfish reasons.<br><br>An instant prior to the icy projectile finding its target, the already racing Killercide had lunged himself into the middle of the deadly dagger-like item and the woman it was intent on skewering on its pointed tip. Completely blocking the projectile from any chance of hitting Cyshield, the older male had raised his left arm into a defensive pose which took the sharp blunt of the dagger; letting out a sharp sound of pain as the frozen item managed to pierce through costume and flesh despite his tougher than normal human skin.<br><br>"Ngh!!" Was the initial noise to escape Killercide's clenched teeth, ignoring the pain and the fresh drops of blood which began falling to the floor along with the damaging projectile, before retorting toward the shocked fellow, "Hey, frosty?! You forgot something!!" His body was already in motion by the time the last word left his mouth; right arm pulled back and legs shifted into a pitcher stance, before hurling the previously retrieved gold bar with superhuman strength and above average speed toward the ice themed menaces cranium.<br><br>With his eyes widened at the unexpected turn of events, Frost Bolt hadn't a chance of blocking or dodging the blunt object as it came whirling toward his face, "Mother-"<br><br>CRACK<br><br>The resulting noise as the bar hit his face had indicated that the younger villain may have broken something. Either way, the sharp, throbbing pain and spiraling of the surrounding world which filled his senses seemed to be enough to keep his mind from focusing on such worries as the male soundly fell back onto the ground with a thud. Whether the guy were unconscious or not, the fight had definitely been taken out of him, and that was enough for Marcus as the older male gave a scoffing sound toward his villainous colleague's current state.<br><br>"That's what you get for making me resort to bad puns earlier. Cocky little shit." He grumbled to himself; right arm having moved to cradle at his left while applying pressure in an attempt at stopping the bleeding. So caught up on his revenge was Killercide, that it'd almost slipped his mind on there being other costumed types nearby, until his attention promptly shifted toward the armored girl behind him. "Yeah, you're welcomed, by the way." He scoffed out, almost seemingly ready for carrying on where Frost Bolt had left off if needed, before glancing downward and noticing exactly how badly he was bleeding, "...Damn it."<br><br>Stitches would be needed. Which was a pain given the increased invulnerability of his skin, but Marcus knew people who could handle this is needed. It was simply a pain dealing with it. More so, if he tried to start anything with Cyshield or her recovering partner, there was a good chance of making the wound worse and making it a bigger pain to fix up later or, even worse, leave him vulnerable to get caught. Not exactly how he'd want to spend his evening, Marcus reflected, before deciding his own work here was done as he quickly backed away from the young heroine.<br><br>Briefly pointing a bloodied finger at her as he backed away, Killercide shouted a few parting words, "Before you go chasing me, you may want to check up on your friend! And remember who may have saved your ass!" With that, the masked villain promptly turned and made a run for it toward one of the nearby alleyways; making use of them for slipping away from both hero and police alike. Fortunately, the majority seemed more focused on frosty over there, which would ideally result in an uninterrupted, if continuously painful, escape from the chaotic crime scene and the area surrounding it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 15:13:27</strong>
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				"<em>Ah crap.</em>" That was what Cyshield managed to mutter beneath her breath as she realized the predicament she was in. It took her a moment to regain her senses and she was about to stand up as quickly as she could, until she saw Frost Bolt already aiming at her direction with his weapon. She knew that it would be extremely difficult to dodge this attack, and even worse was her shield mechanism was not charged up fully yet to function so soon. Then only one sentence echoed within the confinements of her mind while she was unbelieving that this was happening to her so soon. <br><br>"<em>Is this it? I didn't even become an iconic super heroine yet along with Buster!</em>"<br><br>But it seemed that a miracle happened, in a form of another super-villain who leaped to take the initial deadly blast, which was truly meant for her, and then threw a heavy object at the blue-skinned villain. "<em>... So here comes the second super-villain.. to... save my life?</em>" That thought sounded really odd, even within her mind and she could only stay silent while being all too confused on what just had transpired. But at least now she knew on where the second super-villain had been hiding all this while.<br><br>Gathering her strength to finally push herself off the pavement and standing up, she had only noticed on how the villain named Killercide was indeed injured on his left arm after taking the attack for her. And even more was how serious the injury looked from what she could see. Nevertheless, he was still a villain and knew it was her duty to capture and arrest him if she had to.<br><br>But she could not find anything within her to sprint and chase after the villain, even when he started to try to escape and running over to one nearby alleyway. Perhaps it was her confusion on what had happened, and also thinking this could be her repaying his 'kindness' but a funny thought sank into her head of the possibility that nothing was what it seemed - even how very cliche it sounded.<br><br>Despite all of that, he was right about one thing - she did need to check on her partner's condition. Worry washed through her as she rushed over to where Buster was and she assisted her to stand up. "Don't move too much. We should get you back and fix that injury.." Cyshield mentioned to Buster as she placed one of her friend's arms over her shoulders and neck to allow her to lean against her armored form.<br><br>For Frost Bolt though, it seemed he was coming around as he began to sit up from the road, but fortunately, the police force was enough to handle the still dazed super-villain. It was enough for Cyshield as she assisted Buster to their motorbike and to take them back to their place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 05:18:37</strong>
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				Lana slowly opened her eyes, half expecting to be in her happy place in perpetuity if the pain that was throbbing from her leg was any indication of how well she was doing. But instead, she found herself on a surplus army cot and wrapped up in clean and warm linens, her head resting on a soft feather down pillow even if the mattress was rather stiff. As her eyes fluttered open, she noticed, thankfully, she was wearing a hospital gown, her civilian clothes folded on a nightstand beside her. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;On the other side of the bed were the various monitors displaying readouts and graphics on her vitals and other medical information. Beyond that, the room looked rather spartan and not like a hospital at all. It had lime green ceramic tiles, small basement style windows all shuttered over and a single drain in the middle of the floor, looking more like a prison bathroom then a hospital room. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sighed in relief, noticing her friend Alexis and another woman she recognized step into the room. The other woman was wearing a Doctors smock and had a clipboard in her hand. “Hello Lana. How are you feeling?” the mysterious female Doctor asked.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good. My leg feels incredibly tender,” Lana replied.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Doctor smiled and lifted up her blanket, checking on the puncture wound. “It’s healing nicely. I never put much stock in alternative therapies but you didn’t make a peep when I was cleaning and closing your wound,” she added.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I was in my happy place,” Lana replied with a smirk, having meditated into a deep sleep through the painful ordeal as opposed to taking the painkillers. Her martial arts background offered her more then just fancy moves after all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, you can go back there,” the Doctor stated. “The icicle cut in clean and there’s little chance of infection but there is some tissue damage. You’ll want your muscle to heal up. For a normal athlete, I’d say a minimum of eight to twelve weeks, but I’ve found in my experience for people of your abilities... three to four weeks. Maybe half that, but I want you to check with me first,” the Doctor continued. “And if there’s any swelling or pus or redness, be sure to tell me okay.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Of course Doc,” Lana replied with a sigh. “Can I at least walk on it?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Should be find. Put on a pressure bandage when you’re walking though. And don’t stress your leg,” she added. “I don’t suppose you want some vicodin for the pain?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Nope,” Lana said, sliding slowly off of the bed. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You can change in the adjoining room. Just give me your insurance card,” the Doctor then said, earning a quizzical glance from Lana when the Doctor just laughed and waved it off. “I’m joking. Wouldn’t be a very good secret Doctor to the superheroes if I charged credit cards and billed your insurance. Take it easy... both of you. You deserve it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 12:55:24</strong>
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				Entering into the room once again, Alexis was relieved to see Lana waking up and seemed to be doing good, despite having an injury. She was greatly worried when she brought Lana over to the Doctor but nevertheless, she was extremely grateful to see her closest friend in good hands. They both knew this Doctor, who specifically decided to provide her assistance to the hero faction and ensuring the safety of their superhero identities.<br><br>Nevertheless, the young woman was still worried throughout the time when the Doctor had proceeded to do her treatment upon Lana, and even admiring on how Lana refused to take any painkillers. Enduring that much pain was still a feat to her, and Alexis knew that she could never really mimicked that. But then again, she knew it was because of their different backgrounds and also that Lana was brought up so differently from her.<br><br>Coming closer to stand beside the bed which Lana was laying upon, she was watching as the Doctor checked on the puncture wound and ensuring while informing Lana about some safety precautions. Alexis knew that she should had been used to seeing such sights and even knew she had previous injuries that almost match to Lana's, but that still did not stopped her for wincing slightly at the sight of it. Still, when Lana began to slide off from the bed; Alexis offered her help and allowed Lana to use her as a leverage to hold herself up first and to see whether she could stand on her injured leg. "I think you may need to use a crutch for the time being?" The blonde suggested to the brunette, but had the feeling Lana would refuse that. Of all times to get injured, and just before finals too. But Alexis knew her friend would endure this and be all fine soon enough.<br><br>When the Doctor mentioned of needing her insurance card, even Alexis gave a confused look before realizing that the female doctor was just making a joke. Chuckling to that, she offered her assistance to Lana to walk with her to the changing room and allowed her to change back to her clothes. Still, the last words by the Doctor made her felt a small pang of emotions, especially when she remembered on what had happened during the time when they did their heroic attempts of the bank robbery.<br><br>Even until now, she really could not figure out on why the supervillain, Killercide actually rescued her and even got himself injured instead. She didn't even really knock Frost Bolt down until Killercide did the finishing move. In truth, she had a feeling the media would be using this to humiliate the heroine duo in a way, as she knew how the media can be downright mean at times.<br><br>Sighing to herself, she had only noticed Lana was ready before giving a smile to her, "So, you ready? When we get back home, I'm going to order pizza. We definitely deserve that, at least." Wrapping an arm around one of Lana's, she walked with her to where their transport would be to head back to their apartment. Now she and Lana would have to figure out a reasonable excuse to explain Lana's injuries to any concerning neighbours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 23:13:58</strong>
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				The escape from potential police and superhero pursuit had gone rather smoothly for Killercide. Or at least as smoothly as one could hope when they were leaving a faint trail of blood along the floor in their wake. Marcus had managed to slip out of costume after finding his street clothes in the duffle bag where he'd left it in a nearby alleyway, before using a few of his emergency wraps to clean up and temporarily restrict the bleeding. From there, he'd made his way toward the home of a local doctor, Mr. Kirkpatrick, whom also happened to be a retired villain that was once aptly named Dr. Death.<br><br>The older male, by now in his fifties, had long since put the life of a villain behind him, but did have a reputation within villainous circles as being one to go to for medical help if your physiology or injury would bring about too many questions from the hospitals about the nature of how you were injured. One couldn't exactly show up at the average doctors office with third degree laser burns or a piece of shrapnel which needed removing because your healing factor caused you to awkwardly heal around it. Or in Marcus' case, stitches which would require a certain extra touch at getting through his harder to penetrate exterior.<br><br>"Ngh." He grunted as the good doctor worked at working the final stitches through his warm; seated within the older male's hidden room for this very private practice, as he grimaced at the continued prickling of his skin, "Damn it, frosty. I hope I knocked a few teeth loose with that gold bar."<br><br>"Stop being a baby about it. That's the problem with you nearly invulnerable types. You never get used to dealing with physical pain like the rest of us." The older male remarked, only bothering to glance up at him briefly, before returning his attention toward the duty at hand and finally finishing with the stitches, "There. That should do the trick."<br><br>Letting the older male clean at his arm first, Marcus then lifted it slowly, seemingly testing how the stitches felt while admiring the work, "Not bad work, doc."<br><br>Washing himself up a bit before moving to get some gauze wraps for keeping the fresh injury clean and clear of possible infections, the good Doctor idly instructed his patient, "Just take it easy for a few days until your arm is better healed up. Unless you're going to want to pay me another visit before it's time to remove those stitches?"<br><br>Observing the stitches as the older male then started to wrap up his arm, Marcus gave a light snort at the notion but begrudgingly agreed, "Right, right. No flipping police cars for at least a week. I got ya."<br><br>After the procedure was finished and the presently civilian garbed villain sent on his way, it wouldn't take long for Marcus to find himself on his way home. Not like there was anywhere else to go since his spending spree plans were ruined thanks to Frost Bolt's interference. Speaking of which, it was perhaps best for him to lay low somewhat until his arm was fully healed. While most supervillains didn't care enough about backstabbing another (hell, it was practically in the rulebook... if villains believed in rules) there would likely be a few whom wouldn't take kindly toward his helping frosty get caught by a couple of costumed do-gooders - regardless of his reasons.<br><br>"Eh, well. Maybe a few days in prison will help him cool off on that oversized ego." He uttered to himself with a faint smirk, before suddenly grimacing at realizing his choice of words,&nbsp; "Ugh. Again with the bad puns." Shaking his head over it, Marcus made his way into the apartment building, duffle bag filled with his costume clutched within his good hand, while slightly favoring the bad arm as he gradually made his way toward his own floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 23:16:45</strong>
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				"Bowhunting?" the voice on the other end of the phone stated.<br><br>"Yep... bowhunting," Lana replied with a fake yawn of tiredness. "Oh boy... well I'm pooped," she then added. <br><br>"You should really be more careful with those arrows..." the voice on the other end stated.<br><br>"Yeah Mom... I didn't shoot myself with an arrow in the leg. That's actually... really... really... hard to do," Lana then said shaking her head and rolling her eyes at the same time, before leaning back in the sofa. "Bye Mom! And yeah my Finals went well already. I told you that." She paused again. "Yeah Mom... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah Mom... Yeah... Yeah.. Yeah," she then said over and over again so consistently it might've as well been in intervals. "Yeah... Yeah bye Mom." Lana groaned again. "Yeah Mom... Bye... Yeah Good Bye.... Yes Mom... Good bye already.... Yeah Mom.... Yeah... Good bye." She took a moment and covered up her cell phone, letting off another annoyed sigh at her Mothers patronizing attitude. "Yeah... bye bye now!" <br><br>"Whew..." she then said. "Some people just cannot process social cues you know," Lana then added as she hung up her phone and pocketed it before leaning back in the sofa. "I'm going to enjoy my two weeks off... both school and superhero free!" she added gleefully. "It'll suck limping around during part of my vacation but hey, could've been worse. And now we have time to focus on the really fun stuff we never get to do together!" she then added, looking at her roommate and BFF Alexis as she wandered back into the living room and thus back into view as Lana was still planted on the soda in front of the television.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 17:37:13</strong>
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				"Hey, she's your mom. And we all know how moms can be, you get what I mean?" Alexis mentioned to Lana and spared a wide smile to her as she leaned forward and over the coach after coming over from her bedroom. ".. But have to say, I am surprised she actually bought that. And an arrow to the leg? I am hoping she would not figure you got the term from Skyrim." Alexis laughed softly but inwardly, she could not help but feel somewhat bad for letting this happened to Lana.<br><br>It was a price to pay when they took the duties and becoming female vigilantes, but it still did not help that guilt which lurked at times. Nevertheless, the blonde did not want to make her brunette friend be worried for her. "Okay, so what do you want to do first? I ordered pizza earlier, just like I had mentioned! I say, we either play video games like no tomorrow or watch movies? Chick flicks or horror movies, hmm?"<br><br>Alexis had started to move around the couch though making sure Lana was all comfortable as well before plopping herself onto the couch beside her and handing over the remote control to her. "Seriously? We haven't done this in ages. Man, as much as I do like being a heroine, but do miss just being.. well, a normal girl with a life."<br><br>Still, Alexis felt she had forgotten something and that thought bugged her for a moment or two until finally, she recalled of the daily chores and then realizing that she had forgotten something. "Ah, geez. Lana? Let me just throw the trash out, okay? I'll be back shortly." Pushing herself off the couch, the blonde woman went over to the kitchen of their apartment and gathered the few numbers of filled trash bags. Staying by herself with her friend, they both knew that they have to do some daily chores and this was one of them. Nevertheless, it was not as if they would enjoy doing so.<br><br>Even then, Alexis carried the trash bags and headed down to the ground floor to place the trash bags in the respective large trash compartment. After heaving the bags into the large bin, she had only noticed the entrance of Mr. Keegan. Usually, she would offer a greetings of respect, since he was one of their neighbors - even if not being the most friendliest of neighbors. "Ah, hello, Mr. Keegan. Hope you had a nice day?" She tried to make small conversation though it was only when she turned to him did she noticed the bandage around his left arm.<br><br>"... Ohhh, you are hurt." She knew that was in fact true, but nevertheless, the blonde had moved without really thinking through as she had went nearer to the older man. "Does it hurt badly, Mr. Keegan? May I offer my help in carrying that?"<br><br>Even if Marcus did refuse her offer, Alexis would not take 'No' for answer as she had taken the duffel bag from him. Though the full weight of the bag only hit her once she carried it within her arms and she blinked her eyes in surprise. ".. Wow, this... is.. quite heavy. No worries, I can can carry this!" Flinging the straps over her shoulder, she made herself comfortable with the weight and gave a reassuring smile to Marcus.<br><br>"I'll just carry this to your apartment. Might as well since I am heading back up there too, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 14:41:06</strong>
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				The older male was largely wrapped up within his own thoughts about the disappointments of the days events. Not only was Marcus without any actual monetary gain due to the encounter with Frost Bolt, but now he was likely out of commission for a few days, at least, due to the injury to his arm. Which meant no immediate extra 'jobs' to make up for that lost money. Add onto this his 'doctors bill' and it really seemed like this was turning into a day where it may have proven best to not get out of bed that morning.<br><br>His grumping about was interrupted, however, by the sound of a familiar female voice greeting his entrance into their apartment building. Marcus gave a polite enough 'Hey there' toward Alexis, but hadn't exactly been interested in sharing small talk with one-half of the pesky neighbors who gave him a talking toward due to his personal choice in 'entertainment'. Such an option wasn't left on the table for long, though, as the blonde took notice of his injury and moved in closer while offering to help.<br><br>"Er, it's really not so bad. I can handle it well enough with one arm, so you needn't worry." He immediately explained; not feeling entirely comfortable at having her handling the bag carrying his uniform, nor needing the help at all due to his own enhanced strength. Not that the latter would pass as a reason for her to drop the subject. Not without giving away more about himself than he'd wanted, at least, as the young girl quickly took the bag out of his grasp in order to be a 'good neighbor'.<br><br>Blinking a few times while watching her struggling with the duffle bag, Marcus had worried about the bag slipping open if she fiddled with it too much, but found himself relieved at this not being the case so far. Watching her, starting to relax if only a little, the older male did give a small smile in return as she voiced her reasoning for giving a helping hand. "Y-Yeah, I guess that's true. Just let me know if it gets to being too heavy for you." He relented, trying not to show any lingering nervousness. For now, he could only hope she didn't feel the blade portions of his outfit poking at her through the material or start asking any questions on what was in the bag.<br><br>Making their way down the hallway, the older male glanced toward his arm and whipped up an excuse on the fly. "Yeah... probably wondering about the arm, huh?" He started, slight hesitation as his mind worked out the immediate details before continuing, "They were switching out a couple of the florescent light tubes at the gym I was at when one of the workers screwed up and one of them swung down at me." Good lord, that was a horrible excuse. Marcus immediately started kicking himself over it right as the last of those words left his mouth. Hell, after his last little encounter with the girls, they'd probably be more likely to think he hurt his arm while whacking it to one of his newest collections. Of course, this thought also reminded Marcus of how difficult masturbation would be for him during the next day or two. Life really did suck sometimes.<br><br>"Guess you never really know what type of dangers you're going to face when you're out there in this city, huh?" He rationed with a half-hearted chuckle as they made their way toward the elevator; awaiting a short while until the doors slid open to allow their entrance into the confined space. Once inside, Marcus stood beside the blonde, feeling a little further relaxed at the time, aside from feeling the basic need for making small talk as he inquired, "So, how are things going with yourself? Or your roommate, for that matter? A little surprised to not see her hanging around you when I got back. Almost started to believe you two were both joined at the hip."<br><br>Shortly after making his last quip, the older male realized how mean spirited the last portions of his exchange may have come across. "Ugh. Sorry. Rough day." He amended, raising his good arm to lightly rub at his temples a bit. Not that he necessarily cared on what the pair thought about himself, but it probably wasn't the best idea to upset the person unknowingly holding incriminating evidence over her shoulder. Still, Marcus gave a light shrug over the exchange, as the older male noted with seemingly accepting voice, "But I guess there's not much else I could do or say at the moment which would make you think less of me than you already have after finding out about my little 'collection', eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 15:06:28</strong>
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				Shifting the straps over her shoulder, she started walking with her neighbor as they headed down the hallway which would lead to the main elevator of the apartment. As they walked, Alexis turned her head towards Marcus as he began to explain about the cause of his injury. She had wondered about it, but gave not much thought to it, though she had only realized that his injury was on the same arm as the super-villain, Killercide when he took the damage for her previously. But still, she concluded it was just a coincidence really.<br><br>Even then, even the blonde girl winced softly as he explained to her and she gave a slightly concerned look towards him, "Ouch, like really, that sounds like you were having some bad luck today. I do hope that it wasn't that serious? Like, did you have to get stitches or something like that?"&nbsp; Perhaps it was odd to hear the younger neighbor giving her concern despite what had transpired between them the day before and at previous times, but really, Alexis had no hard feeling towards the older neighbor. She concluded that it was the lack of time they could communicate together and also lack of chances to do so.<br><br>So right now, as she stood beside him in the elevator after the door opened for them, Alexis wanted to start making a short conversation with him but seemed like Marcus beat her to it. At the mention of her closest friend and how they seemed to be always together every time, the blonde girl chuckled and she gave him a wide smile on her face, not feeling offended whatsoever or maybe, she could not pick up that he meant to be mean in any way. <br><br>"It's really totally fine, Mr. Keegan. Actually, thank you for asking," Alexis began to answer, her blue eyes intent on his features. "But anyways, I'm doing good myself. Me and Lana just finished our finals. We had been studying and cramming like no tomorrow, and we hope we would at least passed with flying colours." <br><br>The young girl paused for a moment, adjusting the straps of the bags over her shoulder once more and glanced up at him, "As for Lana? Uhmm.." She was not too certain whether she should had mention to him about her friend's condition, but she thought that she might as well, so that she would not raise any questions from him. <br><br>"Her leg got injured during archery practice.. Arrow to the leg." Even to Alexis, she knew that it might had sound silly but she knew it was a plausible excuse. "So right now, I'm taking care of her until she can properly walk again. Seems like it's a bad day today for you and her, huh?" Chuckling to herself, she waited patiently with her older neighbor as the elevator went to their floor before the door opened for them.<br><br>Exiting out, she had followed behind Mr. Keegan until they reached to his door. Once reaching there, she allowed for him to search for his keys to open the door for himself. "Ohh, and Mr. Keegan?" Alexis began to say and she allowed for the man to turn to face her first, "I don't think less of you, or anything like that. I think you can be a nice guy, if you wanted to be. Also, we didn't really had a chance to really chat with one another, so I'm glad that we could talk like this. And, about your private collection? Not as if men around your age and younger would have something like that. At least, you are just being a normal guy. Thought I would had expect you to have a girlfriend or something, hmmmm. Or maybe you do, I can't be too sure."<br><br>Once he opened the door, she offered to enter and place the bag wherever he would decide, though Alexis waited outside for his permission. She really did not want to repeat the same intrusion she did previously with Lana, and wanted to show him the respect he deserved, in her own eyes and judgement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 22:54:22</strong>
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				Lana had gotten a bit bored, but wasn't worried in the least that Alexis was apparently taking a strangely long amount of time taking out the trash. While Lana wasn't sure why Alexis was taking long, she knew her roommate could take care of herself. That meant that Lana had to take care of herself in the time being, at least entertainment wise. Finding watching television to be far too passive an activity to find interesting, she had turned it off and using her crutches, made her way to the apartments window and plopped herself down on a padded chair with a nice view of the city below. As she sat there, she glanced down and engaged in people watching as people went about their everyday business.<br><br>And sure enough, the longer she sat there, the more her overactive mind wandered. Soon she was filling in backstories and current motivations for every pedestrian she was gawking at through the window. It took another minute of idle people watching for her to ponder which ones were criminals and were not. Then her imagination really ran away as she pondered which one of them was likely in the process of committing a crime and how helpless she'd feel if someone was getting mugged down there and all she'd be able to do was bear witness. She didn't even have a telescope so she could spy on people from afar.<br><br>How do you monitor your neighborhood reliably without a telescope?<br><br>She wondered if other heroes obsessed with such things when they were injured.<br><br>Then she wondered if watching people through a telescope was creepy but decided a second later, it most certainly was not. She's a heroine after all, injured or not.<br><br>"I should buy a sniper rifle," she then muttered, idly pondering if such things could be ordered surreptitiously so she could fire rubber bullets at potential criminals from the window while she was injured. A little leg wound wouldn't put a stop to her noble vigilantism.<br><br>It took her a second to realize roughly fifteen problems with her use a sniper rifle to fight crime from the window of her apartment while in recovery idea.<br><br>Still... it was a fun idea to ponder about.<br><br>She glanced away from the window, checking the clock. <br><br>Lana wasn't worried, but Alexis was taking a while...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 05:29:20</strong>
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				The older male was relieved enough that Alexis seemed to be buying his excuse for the bandages. The fewer questions asked toward the actual nature of his injury, the better. Still, he did continue to placate her curiosity and concern over the matter as they waited by the elevator doors, "Yeah, I had a few stitches put in earlier. Doctor says I need to take it easy on this arm for a while to keep from reopening the wound, so guess I'll be somewhat limited on what I can do for the next couple days." Granted, his idea of 'taking it easy' perhaps entailed a far different criteria of do's and don'ts then what she probably imagined.<br><br>Entering the elevator when its doors finally opened to them, the fairly tall male gazed back at the slender female while she responded toward his own line of questions. Not that Marcus had any reason for particularly caring on how they did in their schoolwork and such, but he supposed it didn't do any harm to hear her out. What did catch his attention, however, was the information about Lana's injury. "An arrow to the leg, huh?" The male stated; seemingly questioning the out of the norm way of getting injured, before almost immediately appearing to accept the excuse as he quipped with a faint half-smile, "At least it wasn't to the knee."<br><br>At her further elaboration on the situation and the mention of the odd coincidence for both her roommate and himself to be injured at the same time, Marcus could only let out a sound of amusement over this fact while agreeing, "Heh. Yeah, I guess you may have a point there. It's just turned into one of those days for us, eh?" Of course, considering how Frost Bolt was likely deal with his own injuries while taken into custody and how that superhero chick, Buster, seemed to have her own injury to deal with, it seemed there was plenty of pain to go around this day. Aside from the 'good' Doctor, Alexis and what's-her-name, Cyshield, seemed to be the only ones immune for now.<br><br>"Well, either way, I do hope it's nothing too bad? I know we're not exactly on the best of terms, but still. Here's hoping she's back on her feet and back to her old self sooner than later... only minus her recent habit for telling me off. Heh" Marcus added as the elevator door began to open for them to leave; having meant it since, despite his own annoyances toward the girls due to their past head-butting, the guy had no reason for desiring such direct harm on them. Well, at least none which the villain in hiding knew of, considering how he'd perhaps feel less sympathetic if he knew the pair were also the ones so set on bringing him to justice earlier in the day.<br><br>Leading the way as they made their way toward his own place first, the older man began fishing the keys to his apartment out of his side pocket when Alexis spoke once more. Turning to face her, not really seeming to expect anything in particular of what she may have to say, The older neighbor was actually a little surprised at her words, and hints of this showed within his relatively laid back demeanor. "Er, thanks. I have to admit, it's kind of nice to be around one of you without being given any weird looks or feeling the need to test your patience. It's a nice change of pace to have somebody around here I can actually carry something resembling a conversation with." The male responded, giving a small chuckle at the notion while reflecting on the number of times the girls had to act on neighbor complaints or in dealing with his own direct issues toward them.<br><br>Normally, Marcus never cared on what others thought, since his own life style usually meant a need to move often. So it seemed pointless to let any type of attachments form - particularly since the veteran villain already had a number of friends (or at least what could pass as friendship within their villainous circles) to fall back on when needed. But with his need to lay low-ish for now due to his injury and the earlier incident with Frosty, Marcus was feeling a little more receptive toward a friendly face - especially one as pretty as Alexis'. "As for girlfriends? Well, it would be nice, but I haven't had room for anything serious in my life years. My last attempt was with a, eh, now former co-worker at the time. It didn't really work out." He responded to the last portion of her comments; grimacing slightly at the memory and inwardly reflecting on how dating a 'bad girl' supervillainess wasn't nearly as rewarding as the comics make it sound. Sure, it's all fun and games, until you're late for a dinner date and they blow up the restaurant.<br><br>Opening the door for himself, Marcus stepped inside first, before holding said door open for Alexis while turning toward the girl, "You can come in and make yourself comfortable for a bit if you'd like? And you can leave the bag on the couch. Or wherever's convenient. I realize it's pretty heavy for you." Awaiting a moment for the blonde to take him up on the offered suggestion, the older male closed the door partially behind her - albeit without closing it shut entirely. Marcus doubted she would be staying long now that her good deed was out of the way. Still, he lead the way further inside of his apartment, which did have a number of 'gentlemen magazines' strewn about on the desk and nightstand areas - albeit perhaps not so many as there were during Alexis and Lana's last visit to the apartment.<br><br>Most of the magazines were more or less the same as she'd likely seen during her last visit with Lana, with a rather noticeable addition being an opened magazine laid out on the arm of the couch which seemed to have a superheroine theme going with the models - using the visual designs of both fictional girls and a few real ones as their 'inspirations' for dressing up. Noting how it may seem a tad more fetishistic compared to the other bits of his collection laying about, Marcus gave a small shrug and tried to brush it off, "What can I say? I like the uniforms." At the very least, his interest in said magazine wasn't so strange in itself without the additional knowledge of his alter ego.<br><br>"Hey. Thanks for the help. I probably would have been fine handling the bag by myself, but... well, weird as it may sound after the way I usually am around here, it was kind of nice to have a friendly face greeting me at home after the day I've had." The older male admitted; showing some genuine gratitude for Alexis' friendly presence after the events of this day. "If you ever need any help when it comes to your own chores while your roommate's recovering... you know, my arm's not so bad that I can't help out with a few things around here." Marcus offered, albeit a tad reluctantly, since he wasn't entirely certain on how her roomie may feel on having him poking around her best friend more often. May think he was only trying to butter the blonde up in order to get her into bed. A perception which, honestly, wouldn't be far from the truth under any other circumstance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 15:22:17</strong>
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				He seemed genuinely surprised in a way after her words to him, but Alexis only gave her honest opinions when it came to her older neighbor. Despite the headbutting at times, and them having to act upon neighbor's complains, the blonde girl did not really see him as a bad guy or anything like that. Just like how she had said, they never really had an opportunity to have a small talk so something like this was rather welcomed by her, and she actually find herself enjoying the little chat they had since they greeted each other at the entrance.<br><br>He then continued to respond to her, now answering about the girlfriend matter and she winced slightly, somehow understanding what he had went through. "I had heard that it is really not a good idea to bring your work to a relationship, like, dating your co-worker or anything like that. Never really works, but, well, I don't really have a boyfriend myself. The last time I did, we realized we do not have much in common, and also he dumped me for a hotter girl." She shrugged her shoulders, as if not really caring that had happened or accepted it. In truth, she really was not surprised when it occurred. From then, she wasn't really interested in forming relationships and really, she was more absorbed in her studies and also, being a part-time heroine with her closest friend.<br><br>When he began to open the door, Alexis was expecting for Marcus to just take the bag from her and thanked her before refusing her little offer of entering into his apartment. But seemed like he was more friendlier today, as he began his invitation and the young blonde stared at him for a short moment before nodding her head quickly, and then entering into his apartment while smiling gratefully to him. Moving over to the couch, she placed the duffel bag there and then realized on her shoulder feeling slightly sore. But she felt it was quite worth it in a way, since now she and her neighbor seemed to be on friendly term. <br><br>"The bag was kinda heavy, but well, I do need the workout anyways, so it's okay. Glad I could help," Alexis replied to Marcus and turning to him with a wide, friendly smile on her face. Turning her head back, she did noticed a particular flipped magazine upon the arm of the couch. When she had entered, she was not surprised to see some of the magazines lying about, though now it was quite neater than the previous time she had entered into his apartment. But she really did not remember seeing this particular one before. Looking closer, she had noticed the female models were wearing a common theme - superheroine costumes, to be in fact.<br><br>Raising an eyebrow, she glanced towards Marcus for a moment before hearing his words. She should not be too surprised, because really, some men do actually had their odd fetishes and kinks. But still, she could not help but feel very curious as she picked that specific magazine up and showed it to Marcus, "Can I... just flip it through? Just really curious on what else is there inside." Perhaps it could be strange for her to be wanting to glance through, but the book seemed more... tame than his other magazines. Well, that was her assumption when she had glanced at the two pages she initially saw.<br><br>Once she was granted permission, the blonde girl did turned the pages and had to hide her embarrassment when she saw some other pictures which were very revealing to her. Wanting to put a front, she tried not to look very embarrassed as she flipped the pages rather quickly until she stopped at one page. "<em>..... I should not be surprised, but <strong>what the hell</strong>?</em>" That was what rang in her mind, as she looked at one page, which showed a model dressed as Buster, though... looking skimpier with a tighter shirt and having such a low V-neck cut. "<em>.... Not surprised to see a porn star dressing up as Buster here.. But wow, seriously, <strong>even me</strong>?</em>"<br><br>Looking over to the next page, she could clearly see a porn model dressing up as Cyshield, though the suit was more of a down-grade version - like a leotard with robotic armor pieces onto some parts of the body, but still having the helmet on the head. She had to chuckle slightly, when there was another picture, with the helmet off and the model having a mask over her eyes but the model's hair was black. "<em>Haaahhhh, got the hair colour wrong, but good try at least.</em>" <br><br>She then moved her attention to Marcus as he began to speak again, and thanking her for her help. Blinking her eyes, she was slightly speechless for him to say like so and a soft flush touched her cheeks, looking a bit embarrassed and somewhat shy but she then broke into a wide smile towards him, "It's the least I could do, like really, Mr. Keegan. No biggie. And thanks for offering like so. I would keep that in mind, if I need any help." Moving herself away from the couch, and closing the magazine as well, she walked over to Marcus with her smile unwavering. "But I am hoping you are not trying to butter me up," she started to stay, trying to feign like she was mad but it was apparent that she was playing with him.<br><br>"I still have to come over when the neighbors complain or anything like that. You know, being one of the helpers to Mrs. Hale, the sort of thing," she further explained to him, not even having the slightest idea that he might even try to bed with her or anything like so. Glancing over to the magazine she was scanning through earlier, she then picked up a subject, just mostly wanting to chat a bit more with him though having a nagging feeling she should head back to her own apartment. She really did not want to make Lana wait for too long for her.<br><br>"I should really head back. I know Lana might be worried, but uhmm.. I could not help but notice about that magazine — I mean, yeah, I did asked to look through, but well.." It was clear in a way that the blonde seemed slightly nervous for some reason, a bit more shy but she then cleared her throat slightly and returned back to her perky self, "I know you mentioned you like the uniforms. I'm actually quite a big geek fan when it comes to superheroes.. Fiction or non-fiction. For me, I really like Buster and Cyshield, even though they are still quite new. But I think they are very cool. Just wondering on which heroines you favor? Or perhaps you like either Buster.. or.. Cyshield, maybe?" Despite she might had wanted to continue with their little chat, the young woman did started to move towards the door but stopped a short distance away from it to hear what Marcus have to say or if he needed her for anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 03:31:04</strong>
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				The older male gave a fairly surprised expression when Alexis picked up the magazine and asked if she could flip through it. "Eh, sure. Go for it." He replied, showing only a hint of reluctance which was more so caused the aforementioned surprise than anything else. Marcus would observe casually as she flipped through the dirty magazine, yet tried not to simply gawk at the girl or stare with any apparent expectation which may come across as unintentionally creepy as they carried on their conversation. Didn't seem like she was checking through it out of any sexual interest, though, which did leave the guy curious on what her interest in it might be.<br><br>As she finished up with the magazine and replied to his words of thanks and the offer of helping out in return, the older male did grow slightly wide eyed at the suggestion of him trying to butter her up. The tease caused Marcus to look a bit uncharacteristically flustered at the way she brought it up, before laughing it off with a smirk and an amused chuckle. "No, no. It's nothing like that, surprisingly." He assured her anyway, before adding with a widening little smirk, "Hell, if I did try anything, I'd imagine your roommate would find the nerve to be up here ready to give me another chewing out."<br><br>Letting out a heavy sigh, Marcus began to consider offering her something to drink, before realizing his only options were alcoholic beverages which may not be to her liking. Wasn't like the guy was used to having any guests, let alone of the fairer sex, hanging around his apartment for anything other than a drop by to complain about the noise or whatever else had gotten their panties in a wad. As such, it was a slight relief when she decided it was time to leave, even if the older neighbor had found himself surprisingly disappointed to hear it. And he was about to walk her the short distance back toward the door, when she brought their attention back toward the magazine from a while ago.<br><br>Blinking a few times while the fit, older male took in her somewhat shyly stated question, Marcus would lift his non-bandaged hand to rub at the side of his neck for a moment while shrugging, "I don't know if I have many favorites of the current generation. Most of my big crushes were ones whom were around when I was a kid and are mostly retired these days."<br><br>Tilting his head slightly, glancing over at the magazine while raising a somewhat curious eyebrow at the question in relation to the two specific young do-gooders in question, Marcus did confess, "Out of the current crop of heroines, however? I have to admit: I do find Buster and Cyshield to be pretty damn arousing in their own ways." Shrugging his shoulders again and raising his arms briefly as if to say 'what can I tell you' on the interest, he did elaborate a bit, "I kind of find their spunk to be rather appealing. At least from what I've managed to see of them. And I'd be lying if I didn't think they looked really nice in those uniforms." Typically, there was a hint of a sly smile etched upon his features following the latter portion of his dialogue.<br><br>Granted, Marcus couldn't exactly tell Alexis on how part of his viewing experience with the pair had to do with such up close encounters as the earlier incident at the bank. But he'd been honest with the blonde. The villain had heard a number of stories from a few 'associates' whom had brushed paths with the pair, and the veteran super criminal often found himself divided between annoyance at their heroics and amusement at certain details of their antics. They were at least more interesting to hear about compared to the majority of heroes whom tended to lean toward the tired and worn out 'brooding hero' role.<br><br>Giving a small smirk as he moved in order to possibly escort Alexis toward the door as she was mentioning leaving, Marcus did have to admit, "Of course, I could be a little biased since they always seem to work in pairs and, well, you've probably seen enough of my collection to know how I enjoy a couple of cuties into 'teamwork'. So, yeah. Let's just say I've had a fantasy or two about them in the past and leave the messy details at that, eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 20:27:43</strong>
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				Thinking now, Alexis thought that perhaps it was a bit odd for her to ask something like that. But then again, it seemed like an interest they both could share — though in different kind of perspective — as she thought about it more. Still, the young platinum blonde had listened to what Mr. Keegan answered to her initial question as she turned her body fully to face him. He looked slightly confused at first for her bringing&nbsp; up the question but Alexis was relieved that he went to answering it, seemingly not minding the odd inquiry from how he looked.<br><br>When he firstly answer, it would be a tad of a lie if Alexis did not felt a bit disappointed, though she had no idea on why she would feel like so. Was she really hoping for another answer or something? Mentally scolding herself for that, the blonde girl listened further to his admittance. Her cheeks flushed considerably, especially since she was quite a fair girl to begin with, but still many thoughts had plundered through her head after hearing his words. But one particular thought had went and kept repeating in her mind was, "<em>.... Holy shi-! He really thinks me and Buster as <strong>arousing</strong>?! Reaaallly, reaallly? I mean — yeah, there should be some guys who would think of us as hot as being superheroines and such, but...</em>" <br><br>She paused in mid-sentence within her thought as she looked over Mr. Keegan, and then continued, "<em>.... Even a handsome guy like him thinks me and Buster are that hot? .... Scccooorreee for us!</em>" In a way, she felt it was a slight of an achievement as she really hadn't thought that it could be possible. Then again, if Mr. Keegan knew that the two girls who had been on his nerves previously were actually the two heroines he was talking so freely about, he might be saying otherwise.<br><br>When he did continued with his little confession, Alexis' eyes widened out of slight surprise and the flush on her cheeks deepened. Then again, to Marcus, it could be that she was really that naive and innocent when it came to anything sexual but for Alexis, it was more of knowing that he was thinking of things like so of her alter-ego and even Lana's. "<em>.... Guess I should not be surprised about that.</em>" Pushing that thought away, she cleared her throat slightly to gain her composure and offered a smile towards her neighbor. "Everybody have their.. own fetishes and kinks. And.. how could I forget? Especially when me and Lana have to sneak into your apartment to switch that video off." It was more of a teasing jab, especially with the wide smile Alexis had on her face before turning herself around and she walked towards the open door, now seeing that Mr. Keegan was following behind to escort her out.<br><br>Opening the door wider for herself, she then stepped out but then looking behind her and then whirling herself around to let her body face his, "Really, Mr. Keegan? I really do appreciate you allowing me into your apartment for a bit. Know you mentioned I can ask for assistance if I need anything, and I also want to extend that invitation to you too. So, if you need anything, just call for me or something, and I'll do what I can." <br><br>She stood there at the door for a moment or two, looking as if she was debating with herself but then voiced out her own little admittance to him, "I know we were not really that friendly towards each other before. I mean, with the whole complaints and such, that sort of thing. But I did enjoy the little chat we had, Mr. Keegan. I am hoping we can chat more, or.. like.. I can come over to check on you, to make sure your arm is recovering nicely and such. So.. uhmm.. I'll see you around, Mr. Keegan. Thanks again!"<br><br>Waving gently to him, the young female blonde then moved herself away from his door and went over to her own apartment door, then began to delve into her pockets to fish out for her own keys. Turning her head over to Mr. Keegan's direction, she gave another cheerful wave towards him and unlocked the door before disappearing into her own shared apartment. Once entering, she closed the door and pressed her back onto the door, a wide smile on her face as she then went over to where Lana was situated.<br><br>"Hey, Lana! I'm really sorry for taking a bit too long! I was downstairs, right? And I saw Mr. Keegan at the door, and he was injured on his left arm, you see? So I helped him to carry his bag to his apartment," Alexis began to tell her story to Lana, looking all excited to spill out everything to her as she stood beside her. "So.. we actually just chatted and talked. You know, like a small chat. He invited me into his apartment for a bit and we chatted quite some more there. And so, like... he has this magazine — yeah, porn magazine, no surprise there — but like, in the magazine, there were some pictures of models dress as Buster and Cyshield. And then I asked Mr. Keegan on what he thinks of our alter-egos, and he totally confessed that he thought of us being so damn <em>hoooootttt</em>." Taking a deep breath after initially talking like a bullet train, and yet she knew Lana would had caught every words she had spoken and understand.<br><br>"I think Mr. Keegan is actually a nice guy, if you just give him a chance. Know he was damn annoying at previous times, but now I know, he isn't that bad or anything like that." Alexis knew that Lana would be quite stubborn about it, but she still felt like so about Marcus. He was indeed a swell guy, especially when she had that small time to converse with him. Now the blonde girl was hoping to talk with him further; now feeling this compelling curiosity to know more about the older man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 21:23:37</strong>
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				"It's fine," Lana replied, moving from the window to face her friend. She had a smile on her face, but it didn't last long. Mentioning Mr. Keegan was the first break. Then it kept getting worse, then everything Alexis had to say had to be worse then the previous sentence. Soon she was helping him carry his bags. What a nice guy? Injured... yeah right. Then he invites her into his apartment. Then a magazine? A porn magazine. At this point she started to frown, her eyes narrowing on Alexis as she continued her rapid fire speech. <br><br>"Uh huh..." Lana said, rather unnecessarily, nodding small and frequently as she continued to listen, with rising annoyance, Alexis' steadily worsening story. It ended with him apparently oogling over models with poor self esteems that were dressed up as them. The fact those kind of pictures existed surprised her, but what disappointed her more was Alexis' acting apparently flattered that creepy old man Keegan (well he wasn't really that old but it sounded better in her mind saying it like that) was into pornographic representations of their superheroic alter egos. Lana was about to speak, as Alexis took in a sharp inhalation but her roommate cut her off before she could engage in an expected anti-Keegan tirade.<br><br>When Alexis finally made his final statement about how Keegan was a nice guy, Lana started to speak, then paused. "You know what... he's not worth the effort," Lana replied raising a slightly eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I know why he's nice," Lana then added, referring not so subtly to how Keegan likely wanted to get into Alexis' pants. "But... I trust you enough to know you won't do anything silly with that loser. If he's nice, he's nice. Whatever... I don't care as long as he becomes more of a nice, invisible tenant as opposed to the headache he is right now," Lana stated with finality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 22:29:10</strong>
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				So, a week had passed after the initial incident at the bank. During that week, Alexis had made certain to make sure Lana would be all comfortable and with her leg healing well for her to move without really needing the crutch, but still a tad sore. But even more was taking that brief rest of becoming their alter-ego, especially wanting to focus on recovering fully to make sure that Lana would be top-notch state to even fight crimes.<br><br>But during that week — perhaps to Lana's dismay and annoyance — Alexis had been spending more time with the injured neighbor as well. Mostly going over to his apartment, having little chats with him while even seeing to see how he was doing when it came to his recovery. It was odd in a way, when previously, her with Lana would butt heads with the older neighbor because of the acts he had done before. But now, it seemed like the platinum blonde hair was getting along well with Mr. Keegan and even Alexis mentioned at times on how she enjoyed talking with the man, seeing him in a sort of a new light.<br><br>What could be more annoying and slightly distressing was when Alexis had actually invited him over to their apartment — not only once, too — mostly asking him for some assistance at times with carrying things over and such. Strangely even was how Mr. Keegan was all obliging, not even complaining whatsoever when he offered his assistance to Alexis. Perhaps he might had other motives in a way, but Alexis was all oblivious to it really as she was all naive in her thinking despite her age.<br><br>Even more, after hearing Lana's warnings about Marcus, Alexis still insisted that Mr. Keegan wasn't that bad as everybody would think of him to be. "Think you should really give him a chance. Everybody should. I mean, he's nice to me, and I like him," Alexis mentioned to Lana with a shrug of her shoulders, but knowing her friend would turn moody if this talk continued further. But still, a nagging thought pestered in her mind and she glanced towards Lana, knowing all too well that her friend would be further displeased but she really did wanted the brunette and Mr. Keegan to be on a friendlier terms.<br><br>".. Lana? Don't kill me, okay? But.. uhm.. I kind of.. invited Mr. Keegan over to our apartment to have dinner with us." She raised her hands up and gave Lana the wide-eyed, innocent puppy look towards her through the thick-rimmed glasses over her nose. "I know, I know! But.. I noticed he wasn't eating like.. food that he should eat to recover faster, and I was just saying on how I should whip something for him to eat.. So I just went rambling and just said he should come over since I would be cooking our meals. But, this is just one time! I would not ask him to come over for meals ever again after this one time, okay..?"<br><br>Her blonde friend gave Lana her best smile, as if to persuade her friend. "... I would upgrade the motorcycle for you with more gadgets and to make it even gain more speed, and after you recover, you can test drive it first...?" Perhaps that was more of a peace offering but Alexis had a feeling Lana could not refuse that in a way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insano</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 15:03:38</strong>
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				With the week having passed, Marcus was beginning to feel a bit back to his old self. The stitches had recently come out due to his slightly heightened healing process having helped out along the way, but a bandage remained for now until the wound was fully healed. Either way, it was&nbsp; good news for the older villain, whom had grown increasingly bored with having to stay inactive during the healing process. Well, perhaps not completely bored. Truth be told, Marcus may have grown antsy enough to risk popping a few stitches on a smaller job were it not for another source of distraction within the apartment building. An apartment building which he'd normally been so eager to get out of when the man wasn't entertaining himself with his sound system, 'private collection' and the related enjoyment which came from annoying the neighbors as they overheard it.<br><br>But now the older male had the frequent visits with Alexis whom - despite his continuing to feel was perhaps a bit too goody-goody and trusting for the real world - Marcus was finding himself to surprisingly enjoy the time spent with together. Funny how a few flesh wounds can make one slow down enough to actually talk and reconsider how they felt toward the other. Granted, Marcus realized how it may look for a relatively known enjoyer of smut to begin hanging around with a girl nearly half his age. Which was ironic, since the pair hadn't done anything remotely sexual, aside from the occasional talk on parts of his 'collection' - particularly when it came to the few superheroine and villainess related pieces he'd owned.<br><br>Actually, a fairly frequent topic of conversation between them had related to talks on different heroes and villains in the city. A topic which Marcus wouldn't help to find more than a bit humorous, albeit not to the degree of which it actually was if they both knew the others secret. In a way, the older neighbor was going to miss their talks when his injury healed enough to get back into the swing of things - which was going to be very soon, judging by the way his body had both recovered and indeed felt the itch for some action.<br><br>Either way, they had a little time left before this would happen, as evident by the man's current efforts at getting dressed after washing up following a fairly vigorous exercise session. It was only shortly after getting the stitches out that Marcus had begun to resume his previous workout habits, and the male had seemed intent on making up for lost time earlier, as he now walked past the heavy weights while now dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a simple black shirt which hugged somewhat tightly to his muscular frame.<br><br>"Dinner with Alexis and her roommate. This could be interesting." The mature male mused while exiting his apartment; referring largely to the strained dealings between Lana and himself which had continued even after having patched stuff up somewhat with her friend. Marcus figured it'd be best to be on his best behavior, but even that wasn't saying much for himself, as the mature male eventually approached and stood before the apartment door at the agreed upon time. A simple knock at the door, and the tall, fit older male would wait fairly patiently until the sounds of approaching footsteps had assured him that somebody was home.<br><br>With the door eventually swinging open , Marcus stood there, half-smile upon his strong features, while greeting whichever of the girls had answered the door. "Hey there. I'm here for my dinner date?" He spoke with the hint of tongue-in-cheek nature, albeit while also showing a certain underline smugness/confidence which was nearly impossible for him to fully put away in a social situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 14:36:57</strong>
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				Lana, for her part, didn't seem too enraged as much as annoyed as Alexis made her revelation that Mr. Keegan was coming over for dinner. Truth was, being a superhero student with uber martial arts skills was stressful enough and she never thought of herself as having a short temper, unless she intentionally chose to. She waited, with growing annoyance, as Alexis made her case for why Mr. Keegan was anything but an odious person and Lana, to her credit, tried to pay attention. As soon as she was done with her piece, Lana suppressed the urge to sigh and release her annoyed feelings. Instead she took a moment to conjure something polite or considerate to say and then made her reply. "One dinner..." she simply said. "I don't think I can make a poison that's lethal and untraceable with only one serving."<br><br>A bemused smile crossed Lana's face as she made the sarcastic comment about wanting to poison him in a casual voice. The smile turned genuine when Alexis then stated she'd upgrade the awesome motorcycle. As soon as she revealed that, Lana suddenly sat up straight in her chair. "I suppose... I could deal..." she then said in an exaggerated tone, as if dealing with his presence was somehow taxing on her. Before Alexis headed off though, Lana decided to extend a bit of an olive branch on the Keegan issue. "Thanks for telling me Alexis. I'll do my best to be on my best behavior," she then said. <br><br>Best behavior being not speaking at all, she intended.<br><br>As dinnertime approached, Lana even decided to make an effort at looking more then homely for the dinner though still nothing too fancy. In fact, she still tried to look nice and casual but still downplay her sexuality, choosing on wearing a green khaki shirt with the pants being a shade lighter. (http://i.imgur.com/rL8wC.jpg) Normally, for dinner, sweats and a tee shirt were enough, but she decided on a minimum of effort for Alexis' sake while still wanting to not give Keegan any potential eye candy whatsoever if his lecherous eyes ever happened to wander over to her direction. Then, feeling rather generous, or perhaps sorry for Alexis for being seduced into being Mr. Keegan's friend, she even helped with the dinner preparation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Second Chances &amp; Bad Romances (Neysha/Timeless/Insano)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 18:34:22</strong>
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				At the response by her closest friend, Alexis heaved out a relieved sigh and gave a genuine smile towards her, feeling all sorts of gratefulness that she, at least, would tolerate the awkward situation to a degree. Though she could not help but laughed gently, yet awkwardly at the comment from Lana about her making a lethal poison. She knew that the brunette was just merely joking, and yet, somehow, deep within her, she felt that Lana did disliked Mr. Keegan to a point that she might be tempted to do so, if she really could.<br><br>Scratching her cheek gently, and yet keeping that smile upon her face, she pushed the thoughts away but then was genuinely surprised in a way when Lana began to mention to her of being grateful for Alexis to inform her about the dinner. She knew she would always prefer to tell her friend beforehand; it was mostly the right thing to do, since they both were sharing the same apartment. But still, the blonde gave her a wide smile before excusing herself to her bedroom. She need to get herself a short shower and dressed herself to a more decent clothes for the special occasion after all.<br><br>Alexis had dressed herself in semi-casual wear as well, just something she tossed on herself but still, at least would looked pleasing enough to the eyes. Wearing a slightly fancier long-sleeved red blouse, with a small v-neck collar; it did looked like somewhat a dinner blouse in a way, but she dressed it down with a pair of simple blue jeans. Moving to the kitchen, she was given another surprise when Lana offered to help out and Alexis could only look excited before then begin with the dinner preparations along with her.<br><br>And then the doorbell rang; which caused Alexis to turn towards the clock hung at the wall and smiling to herself, as she knew that it was Mr. Keegan arriving at the arranged time. "I'll get that!" the blonde quickly commented to Lana, before walking out of the kitchen to head towards the door of the apartment. The young blonde opened the door and was pleasantly greeted by the sight of Mr. Keegan, and even with his little greeting at the door. At that, the young female gave a short, amused laugh and gave him a gentle punch upon his shoulder as a friendly gesture. Even if it was just only had been a week that they do get to know each other more, Alexis had already seen him as a friend where she already felt comfortable to do such gestures.<br><br>"Come on in! Just make sure you better be in your best behavior today, okay? Lana isn't really too happy about you coming over, so you have to behave and show that you can be a nice guy if you wanted to be, kay?" She had leaned forward a bit towards him to speak to him softly, so he could pick up her words but then chuckled as she drew herself away. "But anyways, you look very handsome today, Mr. Keegan. All dressed up to have dinner with his own neighbor, how sweet!" It was a joking jab by her, but nevertheless, she moved herself away while holding the door open and allowed for Marcus to enter into their apartment.<br><br>"We are actually just done with dinner. I just need to make desserts with Lana, so, you can go ahead and just sit at the living room, if you like," Alexis mentioned to Marcus with a genuine smile upon her face, before moving herself over to the kitchen. Once entering back, the blonde was slightly beaming as she went over to Lana.<br><br>"Mr. Keegan is here! You should go out and at least say 'Hi!'. I can do the things here by myself, you can go ahead and help to set the dining table!" With that, Alexis gave a nudge to the brunette, as if nudging her to go ahead and play friendly with their neighbor, or at least to greet him at least.
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