The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board
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				Title: <strong>The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 04:14:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>The Comic Book shop</strong><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzlXiaR95Fs/T143T9pSjNI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XIVZR-VYlyA/s1600/comic_store.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Storyteller <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The characters local comic book shop -&nbsp; The comic book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;All<br><br><sup><strong>Prologue</strong></sup><br><br>It is Friday and across the nation this weeks latest releases of various comic books have reach comic shops across the nation,&nbsp; from the east coast to the west coast.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For twelve individuals,&nbsp; this day will change their life's forever.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sure these individuals or some of them could easily download a e copy of the comic book they desire.&nbsp; But it was not the same.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is good to be amongst people that have the same love and reverence to ones passion and to see it in their faces when they speak of their beloved hobby.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its an obsession that has never left them even as they grew older and out of their childhood.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Across this network of comic book shops.&nbsp; &nbsp;These twelve individuals&nbsp; &nbsp;with books in hand of their favorite titles of the heroes they adore.&nbsp; &nbsp;Doing a ritual repeated with every release day.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Are ready to engage and dive into the alternate world.&nbsp; &nbsp;A place to escape to, from the real world.&nbsp; <br><br>A ripple of the very fabric of reality starts out from one particular comic book shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;A shop that not one of the twelve have ever frequent.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the very center of the shop a orb like sphere snaps into existent.&nbsp; &nbsp;Suddenly as if with the big bang.&nbsp; The sphere would begin to glow brightly then suddenly begin to fold in on its self.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then suddenly a large boom and the sphere explodes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sending a shock wave rippling across the very fabric of reality.&nbsp; &nbsp; That touches twelve individuals.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who suddenly vanish in thin air from their respective shops.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>For these individuals they each experience what is amounts to what they assume at ones last moment,&nbsp; armageddon&nbsp; of a nuclear holocaust has finally been unleashed.&nbsp; &nbsp;As each are blinded and seeming ripped apart from the blast.&nbsp; <br><br>It is not the after life that these individuals find.&nbsp; As they come to,&nbsp; not to find themselves in the wreckage of their respective comic book shops.&nbsp; Instead as each person comes to, the find themselves in a comic book shop that they do not recognize as their own.&nbsp; The shop is not damage,&nbsp; the weekly releases are current and on the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;A pimply teenage Asian boy of sixteen mans the counter of the shop as the sales clerk.&nbsp; &nbsp;But at each of the individuals look around they have to do a double take for they see what is apparent people dressed up in hero costumes as if going on a cos play.&nbsp; &nbsp;Seen is&nbsp; The spiderman with the symbiote suit,&nbsp; Wiccan,&nbsp; &nbsp;Spartan,&nbsp; &nbsp;Ms Marvel,&nbsp; X23,&nbsp; Deadpool,&nbsp; &nbsp;Witchblade,&nbsp; &nbsp;Nightwing,&nbsp; Zealot,&nbsp; Captain America and Green Lantern.&nbsp; &nbsp;A couple more individuals can be heard yet not seen in the shop. Behind a row of bookshelves.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Each of the individuals would begin to realize that they themselves are dressed as if the hero of their favorite comic.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Each one of them feel disorientated.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their mind a haze as if it is being rebooted with a new program.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some feel quite different almost alien in nature.&nbsp; &nbsp; Through they remember their own names and people the associate with.&nbsp; &nbsp;The name that first comes to the tip of the tongue and spills out is the name of the hero or heroine they are dressed as,&nbsp; the often secret name that all have.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The pimply Asian boy with shoulder length black hair,&nbsp; black plastic frame glasses with tape around the bridge of the glasses as if they had been broken before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looks up at the sudden appearance of twelve superheros come to life.&nbsp; He has a stun expression on his face.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet excitement shines in his eyes which are a deep blue.&nbsp; As if elation of finally having customers come into the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 05:39:05</strong>
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				(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/jailtonpietro/default/young-male-fashion--large-msg-136003302578.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Damian Rolan<br><strong>Location:</strong>Local Comic-Book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Friday. It was Friday and it could not have came any slower then it did for Damian. The moment he marked his calendar for this particular Friday, his anticipation for what was to come suddenly made his week twice as long. No one could truly understand the frustration he went through as he endured everyday life knowing that his patience was thinning fast. Now it was Friday and what was to come indeed came. Damian casually walked through the glass door of his local comic-book shop known as "James Incorporated." The name alone gave the feeling that there must have been some legal debate for the name considering it was "ripping off" Batman Incorporated. <br><br>Speaking of Batman Incorporated, he found the latest issue right next to what he was looking for. Before grabbing his objective, Damian reached towards the Batman Incorporated issue and examined it. It still made his heart twist into an odd shape as he looked upon the word "Requiem" on the cover page with the R being replaced with the Robin symbol. Remembering the previous issue showcasing a tragic moment in comic-book history, he understood that DC wanted to build a memorial to the lost through having the New 52 paste Requiem on their Batman related comics. Batman and Robin, Detective Commics, Catwoman, Red Hood and the Outlaws, Bat Girl, even World's Finest show cased Huntress's grief towards the lost. Last, but not least, Nightwing #18 showed his favorite hero dealing with the lost of Robin, Damian Wayne.<br><br>But it is not Dick Grayson's grief that pulled him towards Nightwing #19. It was the fact that they dropped a major bombshell towards Nightwing with the ending pages. Damian Rolan needed to know if they truly were going to go with this certain plot twist. So setting Batman Incorporated down, Damian picked up Nightwing #19 and walked towards the counter. It was in that moment a event occurred. His mind only registered the idea that a nuclear bomb may have blown and he was caught in it. So much for purchasing Nightwing. Now he may never know if Tony Zucco is truly alive, or so he thought. Darkness engulfed his sight, silence through his ears, and the feeling of hard ground within his grasp. Wait, hard ground?<br><br>Damian opened his eyes and found he was not within his own comic-book shop that he was visiting. Taking a look around, Damian stood up and found that he was one of a few people around in a group. They were all dressed in <em>really</em> convincing costumes. They look exactly like the other few comic-book heroes and heroines he occasionally glimpsed from time to time. The symbiote spiderman,&nbsp; Wiccan,&nbsp; &nbsp;Spartan,&nbsp; &nbsp;Ms Marvel,&nbsp; X23,&nbsp; Deadpool, Green Lantern, Zealot,&nbsp; Captain America and even Witchblade was there. He remembered most of these people being part of comics he once read, but gave up for awhile in favor of Nightwing. It registered in his mind that he stopped reading Witchblade around the time he stopped reading The Darkness comics. He could not, for the life of him, why he would stop reading those two comics. He rather liked Jackie Estacado as a character and&nbsp; Sara Pezzini was one of his favorite female heroines to come from Dark Horse. Ah! What a tangent he went into. <br><br>Shaking his head and rubbing his temples, Damian tried to make sense of the situation. It was then he felt it, his hands were encased in some strange material. Looking at his hands, they were covered in black material that felt comfortable around his hands, it was then his vision traveled down towards his chest where he saw something that made his heart skip. Nightwing's New 52 costume somehow found itself on his own body with rippling muscles that he didn't have before bulging out of the costume. Wait. Muscles? He remembered he had a frail figure just moments before being in his favorite hero's costume. <br><br>"Man. I gotta tell Bruce about this." Damian spoke in a different tone. His breath was caught as he suddenly jumped at his own voice. First off, he never had such a strong voice before. Second, he never knew anyone named Bruce. No wait... it was coming together now. Bruce came to him a few evenings ago telling him about an auction that was show casing his father's "Flying Grayson" uniform as an item up for bidding. He could not salvage the item that belonged to his father, but he managed to save a few civilians.<br><br>"Wait wait wait. I don't do hero stuff. I have never saved people from a burning building. Why do I remember Nightwing #19 as if I was there?" Suddenly, it just clicked. Flashes of another life not his own ran through his head. It was coming all too fast, training with Bruce, creating the alias known as Robin, dating Batgirl, marrying Starfire, watching Tony Zucco's funeral, becoming single, even his alleged rape done by the hand of Tarantula after he let a man get killed, and even... even <em>her</em> screams and her hand reaching out to him. He did not understand. What were these memories? Why does he remember his parents death as if it had happened so soon? Was he...?<br><br>Taking a look around, he saw the glass panel to the door. Waking up to the door, he stopped and place a hand on the glass. He was not Damian Rolan. What he stared at was Richard 'Dick' Grayson, first ward of Bruce Wayne, creator of the Robin persona, the man who replaced Batman when Bruce was gone. He was Dick Grayson. He was Nightwing.<br><br>(http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/590/draft_lens18266372module153566895photo_1316793298nightwing_1_01.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 22:27:49</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTj0-_FUQu3D_16aNqKzGiISBNUCX1ceHFMmL9TxbMIep31aevqkA)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Aliera Weston<br><strong>Location:</strong> Comic Book Shop<br><strong>Tag:</strong> All</div><br>Friday night.&nbsp; Another week of doing the legwork for the firm done, finding the information they needed for the latest big case which, of course, she couldn't divulge the details of.&nbsp; Walking into the shop, she smiled, pushed open the door leading into Full Moon Comics, smiling as a small bell rang, announcing her presence.&nbsp; "Rosa, how's it going?"&nbsp; She entered the store in a pair of jeans and a peach, off the shoulder sweater, her hair pulled up in a braid with loose, soft tendrils falling around her face.&nbsp; Adjusting her glasses, she started toward the racks to find the latest and greatest of her favorite comic book.<br><br>The woman behind the counter smiled at her, "Ali, it's going pretty well, actually.&nbsp; Oh, your order came in.&nbsp; Let me go and get it for you."&nbsp; The woman slipped into the back room.&nbsp; She'd managed to get her hands on some old issues, a three part mini series covering a portion of Zealot's history and a WildCATs/X-Men crossover.&nbsp; "Had to go through several different resources to find these." the petite, Italian woman called from the back room.&nbsp; "Pretty old back issues, and I was able to get them in really good shape, too.&nbsp; Almost mint."<br><br>"Rosa, you <em>are</em> a marvel.&nbsp; Don't worry.&nbsp; I brought my credit card." Ali reassured her.&nbsp; Not a new issue, but the old ones, she could still enjoy.&nbsp; Paying for her purchase, she leaned on the counter and opened the cover as she gave the woman her Visa card.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.fullmooncomicbooks.com/image2/i132.jpg)</div><br>"I've been looking forward to this for a while now."<br><br>She began to read, losing herself in the comic as she moved toward a chair in a side room and sat down, "Karen, how's it g-"&nbsp; Her words were cut off by a gasp as she felt...something.&nbsp; A waver in the air, like a shock wave that seemed to rip through the room, distorting everything, including her own cry as she was ripped from reality and dropped...<br><br>"Where am I?"&nbsp; She started to turn around.&nbsp; A comic shop, but not her comic shop.&nbsp; And, "Why do the shelves seem- shorter?"&nbsp; And what was wrong with her voice?&nbsp; She looked down at her own&nbsp; hands.&nbsp; Gloves, leading up long sleeves, and everything was so red, and, "Where did, what?"&nbsp; The shelves weren't shorter.&nbsp; She was taller.&nbsp; The 5' 4" tall woman now towered in the six foot range.&nbsp; And her hair was hanging loose, long and white.&nbsp; She was dressed in shiny, metallic red, weapons everywhere.&nbsp; Two swords at her back, a pair of blasters at her hips, a Kheran honor blade in her...boot?&nbsp; And, and, was that a clef blade?&nbsp; Was she holding a real live, a really real clef blade in her hands?!<br><br>"Did I doze off?" she murmured, turning only to see several others who looked very much like comic book characters.&nbsp; And she recognized them all.<br><br>Witchblade, Robin, Gambit, Miss Marvel, X23, Green Lantern and others.&nbsp; And they looked so much like the comic book characters.&nbsp; "What in the name of Mount Themiscrya is going on?"&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; Did she just say that out loud?<br><br>(http://gallery.xcave.net/images/comics/wildstorm/zealot/Zealot_WildCore004_00.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 03:45:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Karen Harkness<br><strong> Location:</strong> The comic book Shop<br><strong> Tag:</strong> All</div><br>Karen had been threw on hellish of a week. Her classes slammed her with homework making it harder for her to get other things done. At least she didn't have classes this weekend and can between subjects take a breather to read her new comics she was buying today. She had made it a point to let the shop owners know she loved X-23 was a huge fan and even on a few occasions has bought comics that were just cameos one shot issues like the captain universe one shot issue where she gained the unipower.<br><br>The came into the shop the usual bell ring another girl was there along with a number of little kids she couldn't help but over here they talk she wasn't very self conscious of her appearance but she hated people poking at her look yeah she dressed to hide that she wasn't a supermodel she had a little extra padding and while she would mind getting into shape she didn't want to be some stick figure just to look it. As the girl brought up her comics this time their was a four part set of Venom looked like red hulk and ghostrider were in it as well. Handing her the newly purchased comics she made her way into the side room a reading area for those who made purchases.<br><br>She sat their calmly reading so far the issues were something that looked pretty interesting. She looked up towards another regular they never really talked but they at least knew each other. She was a fan of the wildcats a good comic but not her thing. When suddenly the air seemed to ripple then it all went blank. <br><br>As she came too she gripped her head a groan escaping her lips. She felt like she was wearing finger-less gloves she looked at her hands they were smaller a bit better cared for, she had a bad habit of biting her nails here while not perfectly manicured looked well cared for. she looked down her hair fell forward. How did it get so long? she had shorter hair. She looked around seeing others Witchblade, Robin, Gambit, Ms. Marvel, Green lantern, Zealot Wait Zealot was what the other girl had been reading. Her eyes quick focused on her reflection in a display case. She sniffed the air one of them had on way too much perfume.<br><br>She stopped herself as she looked at what she presumed was herself in the reflection. "This is just weird." Even her own voice sounded different.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaeronea</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 11:13:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kevin Grunwald<br><strong>Location:</strong> Local comic shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All, Nightwing<br><br>Although the sensation might not have been physical, the weight of a working week lifting from his shoulders was a sensation that Kevin Grunwald enjoyed as he stepped off the bus. It was a stroke of luck that his regular bus stop was five minutes walk from the apartment building where he lived, but it was even more fortunate that it was less than a block from Heroes' Hangout, the comic store he regularly visited. Opening the shop's front door he set his backpack down, exchanging a few quick words with the owner manning the front counter before heading deeper into the shop. An eager light burned in his eyes as he made his way towards his destination, occasionally squeezing past other patrons looking at or chattering about their new purchases - the shop's aisles weren't really narrow, but then neither was Kevin. He'd really gotten into comics when he was fourteen, after his older brother had been paralysed from the waist down in a traffic accident and he'd had to give up most of his free time to act as his unofficial carer. Raiding Joe's comics collection had first been a form of petty revenge on his brother, but Kevin had soon been caught up in the vivid and action-packed worlds of the X-Men, the Avengers, Daredevil and other superheroes. It was a fascination that twenty years later still held him in a grip as firm as in his mid-teens.<br><br>&nbsp;The blond man smiled as he caught sight of the titles he sought. Marvel's mutant series had always been his favourite, and they were his first stop whenever he visited the Hangout. Uncanny X-Men, Amazing X-Men, Wolverine, Cable &amp; X-Force, the list went on. And then Kevin's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of what he had been eagerly awaiting since it had been announced. Almost reverently he took the first issue of the new Gambit ongoing series from the shelf and gazed at the cover's crisp art. The Cajun thief had been a favourite of Kevin's ever since he had first appeared back in Uncanny X-Men, as a devil-may-care gentleman thief. Casually charming, all but irresistible to women, a footloose wanderer with light fingers and an intriguing history, in many ways he was the opposite of what Kevin was like in the real world. Maybe that was why the blond call centre worker had such a soft spot for the mutant hero. With his copy of Gambit #1 firmly in his grasp Kevin pushed through the crowded aisle, turning the corner and heading for a more quiet place to look at his prize - <br><br>The white-hot flash of pain hit him out of nowhere. One instant Kevin was casually walking through the shop, anticipating finding a quiet corner to page through his new comic. The next, his entire body seemed to burst into flame, not hot or cold but simply <em>burning</em> even as white light washed away his sight. Kevin gasped for air so that he could scream in pain, but even that option was denied to him as the world around him flickered and twisted before restoring itself just in time for him to collapse to the hard floor.<br><br><em>Wait a minute,</em> he wondered muzzily as he fought for breath and waited for the pain to die away. <em>The Hangout doesn't have hard floors - it's got carpet. What's going on?</em> Blinking his eyes rapidly Kevin pushed himself upright, grasping a nearby shelf to steady himself from the aftereffects of whatever the hell had just happened to him. Actually, thinking about it, there didn't seem to be any aftereffects - in fact, the pain and dizziness were fading as if they had never been. Taking a deep breath he looked around, his forehead furrowing in surprise. This place, wherever it was, definitely wasn't the Heroes' Hangout. It didn't make sense. <em>Okay, take it one step at a time. Calm down,</em> he mentally urged himself, bringing his hands up to rub his face in a habitual gesture. And then Kevin abruptly froze as he caught sight of his own hands clad in fingerless gloves. He hadn't been wearing fingerless gloves when he walked into the Hangout - hell, he didn't even <strong>own</strong> a pair of gloves! His eyes widened as he looked down at himself, catching sight of the armoured yet lightweight boots on his feet, the black trousers trimmed with a deep purple which matched the breastplate over his dark shirt, and the battered trenchcoat which topped the whole assembly. <br><br>"What. The. Hell?" Kevin murmured in disbelief. He'd never worn such an outfit in his life yet he was as familiar with it as his route to work. Maybe even better, as memories of a life he had never lived rushed into his mind. For a long moment he concentrated on the memories of Kevin Grunwald, struggling to hold onto his sense of self as the surge of foreign memories threatened to overwhelm him before he finally managed to put them in order. Almost certain of what he would see the young man moved to the new shop's door, looking in the glass panel with a mixture of dread and anticipation. His best guess and the memories which had bombarded him had been right on the money. Instead of a plump blond man in his thirties a lean wiry figure with long auburn hair and a gymnast's build was reflected in the glass. Most distinctive of all, however, were the eyes - instead of a pair of baby blues the orbs gazing back at him were dark with pupils glowing red like fiery coals.<br><br><em>I've become Gambit,</em> Kevin thought numbly. How it had happened, how it was even possible, Kevin had no idea, but the truth was inescapable. Taking a deep breath he took a long look around the interior of the shop, noting absently that he wasn't the only one wearing a superhero costume. A small group of men and women clad in costumes of other heroes was scattered throughout the shop, and judging by the uncomprehending expressions on their faces Kevin was willing to bet they were going through the same disbelief that he had. Standing next to him was a man clad in the costume of Nightwing, and he recognised others wearing the outfits of the heroes they so resembled - Zealot, Captain America, X-23, Spider-Man in his symbiote costume, Witchblade and others. <br><br>"Let me guess," he murmured in a husky yet sexy Creole-tinged drawl loud enough to be heard by the others, "none of you looked like this when you woke up this morning, <em>heh</em>?"<br><br>(http://www.blogcdn.com/blog.moviefone.com/media/2008/02/gambit-(3).jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 13:00:56</strong>
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				(http://ist2-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/t/b/q/1tbqn/Comicbookshopwitchbladeavatar.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sandra Dixon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Comic book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; All<br><br>The day is bright,&nbsp; the sun shines down on a cloudless day unimpeded.&nbsp; The curtains hang partially open and the sunlight floods the room.&nbsp; Casting across the room onto the bed and hitting the sleeping Sandra upon the face.&nbsp; &nbsp;The alarm clock on the night table next to her bed on the left side is knocked over.&nbsp; &nbsp;Having done its job and going off over an hour earlier.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sunlight through is more effective as Sandra stirs awake.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rising up to peer at the time on her alarm clock through eyelids that blink shedding the weight of sleep still heavy upon them.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The time reads 11:46 am.&nbsp; &nbsp; Seeing the time causes her to leap straight up in a frantic fury.&nbsp; &nbsp; She is 46 minutes late.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The new comics come out at the shop at 11 every week.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sandra goes into hurry mode.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she scrambles from bed,&nbsp; grabbing herself a top and jeans on her way rushing into the bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp; In less then five minutes she has gone to bathroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gargled, brushed her teeth and dressed.&nbsp; &nbsp;On her way out she grab a slim-fast shake off the counter in her kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Drinking it as she went down the east stairs leading up to her apartment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Depositing it in the waiting garbage at the base of the stairs. <br><br>Breaking into a run as she reaches the street.&nbsp; &nbsp;The comic book shop is seven blocks away.&nbsp; &nbsp;Crossing the street midway down the block she turn left onto the next street and run a few blocks before turning onto another street and running four more blocks.&nbsp; &nbsp; Panting as she reached the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp;She really does need to give up smoking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Silently cursing to herself that she left her smokes back at the apartment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Where they stay for now.&nbsp; It is release day at the shop and no way she would go back.&nbsp; &nbsp;If it merely was going to work, and not her day off and release day.&nbsp; She would turn right around and head back and get her smokes.&nbsp; &nbsp;But not so this day, as she pushes in the door to the shop and heads in.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Billy is behind the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sam is checking out,&nbsp; &nbsp;a stranger is looking through the shop.&nbsp; The others already have come and gone.&nbsp; &nbsp;Billy gives her a smile as she enters.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Causing Sam to turn and look giving a nod in greeting.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she scoots past in a hurry heading right to the rack with new releases.&nbsp; &nbsp; She goes right to the spot that Witchblade is set out in.&nbsp; A slight frown creases across her brow,&nbsp; Billy set it two spots over then normal.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still it is a forgivable act,&nbsp; as she reaches up and pulls the first one off the shelf.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Billy reaches under the counter and pulls up a likewise book in a plastic sleeve.&nbsp; &nbsp;She nod thanks to him as he has her copy ready to bag and go.&nbsp; &nbsp; Witchblade is the only title she purchases,&nbsp; she reads others but she can't afford more then one to purchase.&nbsp; &nbsp;An through she purchases her favorite title.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has to read it first, before she can read the others.&nbsp; It be sacrilegious to read any other before hand.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Enraptured in her title as she flips the page to read the next panels of the comic Witchblade.&nbsp; &nbsp; The strangers are buying some trade paperbacks up at the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp; She catches out of the corner of her vision.&nbsp; &nbsp;When suddenly the shop is caught in an explosion as everything goes white in the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; The book in her hand is suddenly not their as everything goes white.&nbsp; &nbsp;In that moment it seems she is torn apart into a million pieces.&nbsp; &nbsp;All she can remember at that moment is thinking it is not fair, she had not finished her book.<br><br>Coming to she is on her hands and knees.&nbsp; Her hair has fallen into her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something weird is on her right arm.&nbsp; &nbsp; It feels like she is in her underwear.&nbsp; &nbsp; Slowly as she rises up to sit back on her heels.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some how she has survived the bomb.&nbsp; &nbsp; But strangely nothing is out of place.&nbsp; &nbsp;No evidence of a bomb having gone off.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then she notices the shop is different.&nbsp; &nbsp;The layout is not the same and Billy is not behind the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Further more there are cos players now in the shop, dressed as comic book heroes.&nbsp; &nbsp; They're looking at her in a strange way.&nbsp; &nbsp; The Gambit like looking individual in a cajun drawl speaks up.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she rises to stand.&nbsp; &nbsp;While standing she realize she is in her underwear.&nbsp; &nbsp;No not in her underwear,&nbsp; she is dressed as if she is the Witchblade.&nbsp; &nbsp; "What the fuck?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She mouths softly as she realizes this and sees the Asian young man behind the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 23:03:50</strong>
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				(http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/590/draft_lens18266372module153566895photo_1316793298nightwing_1_01.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Damian Rolan<br><strong>Location:</strong>Local Comic-Book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>For a small bit of time after Gambit spoke, Nightwing was silent. He still remained touching the glass softly, looking at his own reflection. For a split moment, a drop of water could be heard as it lightly splashed on the ground under Nightwing. He did not know why he shed a tear. Maybe it was a poetic way of saying that he believes he does not deserve this gift. Why was he gifted with becoming his favorite hero? It was sickening that some average joe like him who happened to squander his life away for a long time ends up receiving the one gift he never thought would be given to him. With a small glaze of his left thumb against his eyes, Nightwing wiped his tears and turned to face the others.<br><br>Nightwing stared at Gambit for a moment before chuckling. Just looking at this one immediately convinces Nightwing that he was the legitimate Gambit who spoke with a suave voice. Member of the Thieve's Guild, dark hair, strange eyes, and swashbuckling charm. Yep, he's Gambit. <br><br>"Well, let's just say the day has only just begun." Nightwing spoke with a small smile. <br><br>His left eye seemed to twitch as he heard someone yell out <em>"What the fuck?"</em>. Taking a look at the source of the voice, Nightwing chuckled as he saw the confused look on her face. Funny, he is a collection of DC, Marvel, and Darkhorse characters are just standing in a room yelling out <em>"The hell happened?</em> in their own fancy way. It's a shame his version was crying silently. Secretly, he vowed to punch anyone who spoke of him crying. <br><br>"And this day just gets better and better. Any chance we are going to fight a giant monster anytime soon?" Nightwing spoke aloud, his eyes drifting over to the casher. The pimply Asian man stood behind the casher that was near the door. Walking over towards him, Nightwing spoke.<br><br>"Hey, Nightwing here. Any chance you could give a run down on what just happened in the pass few minutes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 02:44:37</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzlXiaR95Fs/T143T9pSjNI/AAAAAAAAC5k/XIVZR-VYlyA/s1600/comic_store.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Storyteller <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The comic book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;All<br><br><sup><strong>Heroes needed</strong></sup><br><br>As the collected group of individuals that now find themselves suddenly cast as their favorite superheroes or heroine.&nbsp; &nbsp; Each an everyone deep down feels the abilities the said characters are known for.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something deeper is going on here.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is not that they merely find themselves dressed up as if at a cos-play.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The pimply Asian teen merely gawks at the said characters.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the sound of a television can be heard coming from the back office.&nbsp; &nbsp; The door to the office is open, and those that can see from their angles.&nbsp; See it is a all in one computer system.&nbsp; &nbsp;But on the screen is MSNBC with Brian Williams breaking in with a emergency news update.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Brian Williams;<tt class="bbc_tt">&nbsp; Viewers are advise to stay in.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the satellite has a likely impact sight of somewhere in eastern United States.&nbsp; &nbsp; As it hurls towards Earth,&nbsp; with having a large chunk of space debris having hit it and knocking it off orbit and into being caught by the earth's gravitation force.&nbsp; &nbsp;The air force has tried with two missiles to shoot down the wayward piece of equipment hurling towards earth.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But both missiles have missed.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Also the other is a massive earthquake has hit the mid west along the New Madrid fault line North American largest fault line&nbsp; at one hundred twenty miles long.&nbsp; &nbsp; Wide spread devastation in Memphis Tennessee.&nbsp; &nbsp;Due to the after shocks,&nbsp; first responders cannot make it to the Memphis general hospital to search for survivors from its collapse.'&nbsp; &nbsp; </tt><br><br>The pimply Asian teenager looks towards the office as the broadcast on the computer is heard and seen.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He turns to look at the others in the shop.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Well are you all going to do something,&nbsp; &nbsp;people need your help.&nbsp; &nbsp; Like man your superheroes.&nbsp; &nbsp; You guys going to stop the satellite from crashing to earth and rescue people in the hospital that has come tumbling down with the massive earthquake?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 05:12:06</strong>
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				(http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/590/draft_lens18266372module153566895photo_1316793298nightwing_1_01.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Dick Grayson<br><strong>Location:</strong>Local Comic-Book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Just as he saw the broadcast, his instinct just kicked in. Years of running a team and understanding the parts fitting to who should do who just immediately came out. A plan was formed. Right now, two incidences are occurring. One was a situation he could not aid and the other is one he was adept at doing. Looking over towards the "arsenal" of heroes that have gathered in the comic book shop, it wasn't hard to pick out which teams are which.<br><br>"Ladies, gentlemen. We are given a gift that some of us may think we do not deserve because of past grievances. Right now though, we have a chance to prove that we are what we became. We are heroes. Right now we have a situation that I need your full cooperation if we are going to save the day. We are splitting into two teams. Witchblade, Zealot, Spiderman, and Captain America. All four of you are capable of reaching the satellite in time and have the strength to do so. Deadpool, Gambit, and X-23; you are all with me to the hospital. Right now, us four do not have the super strength to stop something missiles couldn't stop. However, we have the maneuverability to evacuate any and all civilians from a crumbling building. Two of you can possibly survive being smashed by a building while the other can probably blast his way out. As such, you three will reach the deeper wards, while I take the closer wards." Nightwing spoke with any and all awestruck madness gone from his eyes. He turned toward Captain America, Spiderman, Zealot, and Witchblade.<br><br>"As for you four, two of you can move fast enough to be the first response team. One of you has the ability to fly if memory serves. Spiderman and Witchblade will be first response with Witchblade being the mode of transportation for Zealot and Captain America. Each of you has more strength then any of the second team and have a possible chance of stopping that satellite. I warn you now, you guys are not Superman. If you are not careful, this satellite could end you and everyone else. Captain America, you are a man that stands as a symbol of strength, security, and liberty. Not only that, but you have experience leading a team. With that in mind, I would like to nominate you for team leader for the satellite response team." Nightwing then found himself remembering something. Reaching into one of the small containment pockets on his right hip, Nightwing pulled out a hand full of small communicating devices. They were in the shape of a earphone that was pulled off of the wires. 'I really am Nightwing. Gadgets and everything are on my body right now. This is too cool.' Nightwing thought inside his head.<br><br>"This will be our way of communication. They act like a Bluetooth headset, but with only a press of a button to radio in anyone who has a communicator. Do not lose this. I happen to be on a budget at the moment."<br><br>Nightwing stared at the small cluster of heroes. He hoped they accepted his suggestion. As of right now, there was no choice but to answer the call of duty as what they have just now became; heroes. He still wont forget the fact that he has no powers however.<br><br>(This reply was based off the assumption that the ones who said they wont be participating in this role play anymore are not here.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaeronea</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 10:53:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kevin Grunwald<br><strong>Locatizzon:</strong> Local comic shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All, Nightwing<br><br>Gambit chuckled at Nightwing's comment that the day had barely begun. Although it had been evening when Kevin Grunwald had walked into the Heroes' Hangout he hadn't really pai much attention to what the weather or time of day was like outside. For that matter he had no idea where the shop he now stood in was - it could be on the other side of the city, the other side of the United States, or the other side of the world. But at least everybody spoke English, which was one source of comfort. Still, his eyebrow twitched when Nightwing (he automatically thought of the costumed man standing next to him as the hero, rather than just someone wearing the costume) spoke about fighting a giant monster. <em>Quit taunting Murphy, will you? We could do with some time to deal with what's happened to us...</em><br><br>As if in response to his silent plea the news service announced the emergency situations with the falling satellite and the collapsing hospital. As if in response the pimply kid at the counter turned to them and demanded to know what they were going to do to help out, testing Gambit's will as he resisted the urge to facepalm. Oh, he probably would have made the decision to help out on his own but he didn't like to be pushed into making a choice on someone else's say-so. <em>Still, the satellite's still falling and the hospital is still damaged. And if I can do something to help then there isn't much of a choice, is there?</em><br><br>When Nightwing passed out the communicators Gambit silently took one and slipped it into one of his belt pouches. If they were going to do something about these situations they would need one thing more than their powers, and that thing was information. Striding up to the counter at the front of the shop the Cajun regarded the Asian boy with a wry smile. "You want us to save those people in danger, <em>mon ami</em>? Fine, but we need you to help us. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we've got no idea where we are right now. We sure as heck don't know where that satellite's gonna land. So how 'bout you tell us where we be right now so we can work out where we got to go, and we'll be on our way to save the day. Hmmm?"<br><br><br><br><br><br>(http://www.blogcdn.com/blog.moviefone.com/media/2008/02/gambit-(3).jpg)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insaneplots</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 05:44:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> X-23.... I mean Karen Harkness<br><strong>Location:</strong> a comic book shop<br><strong>tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Laura shook her head it was hard she was still Karen Harkness had all her memories but also the memories of her new self Laura Kinney a clone of wolverine. It was a bit for her to take in all at once being a student was hard enough now she was a super heroine/ assassin/ and a mutant..... Wait her powers she had all of them. Her claws..... just focus straighten the wrist and...."oww" she said it hurt as the razor sharp blade unsheathed from between her index and middle finger. after a few seconds the bleeding stopped as she looked at it.<br><br>Them remi posed a very important question "He's right we have no Idea where in the world we are even if we are in the US it would take time to arrive at each location it's a matter of distance and transport." she relaxed the muscles and kept her wrist straight as the claw retracted. "That's gonna take some getting use to." she said to herself more than anyone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 04:55:40</strong>
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				(http://ist2-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/t/b/q/1tbqn/Comicbookshopwitchbladeavatar.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sandra Dixon<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Comic book shop<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; All<br><br>Sandra looks towards the Asian teen shop clerk.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he announces dire events that would require heroes to respond to.&nbsp; &nbsp;Too bad heroes didn't exist.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought just suddenly popped up in her head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even through she stood there dressed as if she were the Witchblade.&nbsp; &nbsp;With several others in the persona of well known comic book heroes and heroines.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The one that looks like Nightwing from DC comics.&nbsp; &nbsp;He breaks her denial that is running through her head.&nbsp; As he takes a lead in this fantastic improbable situation that they find themselves in.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dividing them up into to two teams.&nbsp; &nbsp;One to react to the satellite, the other to deal with the hospital.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sandra knowing her comic books she could find no fault in how he divided the teams.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even with choosing himself as one team leader and making Captain American the other team leader.&nbsp; The team she is on.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her gaze goes towards the others,&nbsp; the capt,&nbsp; the spiderman with symbiote suit.&nbsp; &nbsp;The girl (x-23) she is not too sure who she is on that heroine.&nbsp; Then she look towards Gambit.&nbsp; &nbsp; She blush with thinking how she has thought Gambit was one of those sexy hot heroes.&nbsp; &nbsp;In person it is even more so.&nbsp; Fortunately for her,&nbsp; as the sudden random thought popped in.&nbsp; The one that is Nightwing pulls out small like communication devices to hand to them all.&nbsp; &nbsp; Just like a bluetooth head piece.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sandra reaches out and takes it from him.&nbsp; Giving a nod as she does.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sticking it in her ear.&nbsp; She already knew the truth, the answer is already felt.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is more then her waking up in a costume being Witchblade.&nbsp; &nbsp;She can feel the power of the witchblade coursing through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"I can feel it, we are really the heroes."</strong><br><br>She look over to Zeolet&nbsp; give a nervous smile then back to Nightwing again.&nbsp; &nbsp; The smile fading or at least the nervousness of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the dawning realization that she may actually be&nbsp; Witchblade. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Comic Book Shop IC - Story board </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 21:43:30</strong>
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				Character Name: Nathaniel Mason<br>Location: The Comic Book Shop<br>Tag:All<br>&nbsp;<br>(http://cdn.ihenet.com/thumbnails/images/abd64779-34ea-4f3b-ba0c-c18a676669e3.jpg.500_0.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Nate had been looking forward to this all month.&nbsp; He was going to get the whole Milestone collection, all of them even the World's Collide crossover and the cards.&nbsp; It was a special deal he would have almost 2 of everything. If Dewayne died he would get paid.&nbsp; Not like he had a girfriend to spend money on and he wasn't going to be able to download everything nearly as fast.&nbsp; So he was just waiting to have the money in his account.&nbsp; He was dressed in his pull over polo, which was yellow.&nbsp; He thoguht that was a gay color, but his wannabe woman friend, he thought Nate would look good and confident in yellow so he wore it with his black carpenter pants so he had on his sunglasses and if he were more confident this would have been a very good look for him and with the sunglasses making him look almost military like, clean cut.&nbsp; He had money in wallet...ok it was on his care but he was so ready.&nbsp; His weekend was set, MI marathon and Milestone.&nbsp; It was going to be on and poppin. <br>&nbsp;<br>He went into the store and he barely heard the bell to the door closed but he felt ill, then dizzy, then.........<br>&nbsp;<br>....He was groaning he woke up with a massive head as whatever energy it was that caused him to fall washed over him.&nbsp; &nbsp; He put his hand to the ground the black gray gloves on his hands had him taken aback as well as the gold bands over his muscular arms...arms he would have killed for.&nbsp; He could have had them, but he hated working out.&nbsp; He hated it with a passion.&nbsp; Who wanted to lift weights like that?&nbsp; But as he stood he looked at himself and he looked like he did at the comicon two years ago.&nbsp; Last year he went as Green Lantern complete with ring that was a green laser.&nbsp; Nothing more.&nbsp; But this looked like Icon.&nbsp; "Wholly hell!"&nbsp; He said sounding like a bad version of Avery Brooks.&nbsp; "You gotta be kiddin me?" He said as he listened to the others, getting ready to leave.&nbsp; He was listening to the news report as he looked down and had a body to die for.&nbsp; He even opened his pants and looked down. 'Super!!!&nbsp; WOW!!!' <br>&nbsp;<br>"You all have room for one more?"&nbsp; He asked as he walked round from behind the corner.&nbsp; He was looking at them and his was very impressed by the woman as they were live and in color.&nbsp; He recognized everyone and thought this was...very strange.&nbsp; They all thought they were heroes. He wondered for a second but his enhanced hearing told him that something was definitely different.&nbsp; "This is definitiely not my comic store."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/10/101435/2151410-1101349_icon10.jpg)
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