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Post by Jonathan Brock on Nov 27, 2011 10:41:16 GMT -6
Jonathan had needed to get away from New York for a bit. He had told his aunt he would be on a three-day trip to New Jersey. That was only half of the truth though. He had gone to New Jersey to get away from New York for a bit, as well as have Anti-Venom II show up in Jersey. He was different to his father in many ways as the Symiotic crime fighter. Looking around, he went into an empty alleyway, and rubbed his hands together. Then, after a second, he allowed the gloves of his symbiote to come forth. He took his shoes off, and allowed the symbiote feet to come forth. Putting the shoes back into his bag, Jonathan jumped onto the wall and swiftly climbed up it.
Jonathan loved the fact he was bonded atomically to the symbiote. It allowed him to access several of the symbiote powers in his human form without bringing the symbiote forth. As he got to the top of the building, he stood up, and focused on his symbiote. Within several seconds, the symbiote to come forth, apart from the mask. He had been experimenting with new styles for the costume. Right now, he was using a costume similar to a white hoodie and white combat trousers, with the emblem of a Spider on the front of the hoodie. The mask remained the same, and he walked across the building, cracking his neck as he got to the edge of the building.
Rubbing his hands together, Jonathan sent his fist forward, and a string of webbing towards the next building. He leapt off of the building and swung forward, and his mask came forward as well. Swinging from building to building, Jonathan grinned under his mask. As he completed his fifth swing, he swung once more and swung to the a rooftop, and landed on it. Standing up, he allowed the mask of his costume to come down, cracking his neck once again.
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Post by Brittany Wayne on Dec 4, 2011 15:07:37 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn Brittany was out patrolling the city, and as it was the weekend so she didn’t have any schoolwork that need to be done. As she had done it already, and now she needed to protect her city. Especially with Jack Quinn running around and out of Arkham, there is no telling what sort of trouble he will cause for her now. She knew she would have her hands full with him as Batgirl, and then her social and expected life of Brittany Wayne. She didn’t have time to do much of anything more besides sleep, eat, and personal hygiene. She couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her when she noticed a shadowy figure swing across the landscape from building to building. She withdrew her grappling gun, and decided to follow the figure. It looked to be a suspicious individual, and she was not going to allow them to cause any trouble in her city.
Once the figure landed, so did she and retracted her grappling hook before attaching it back to her belt. ”I don’t have time to deal with you later, so let’s get this over with now.” She said in her ‘Batgirl’ voice, and readied herself for a fight. She couldn’t allow herself to get distracted with non-important individuals with Jack Quinn on the loose, and this figure didn’t qualify as important. She would just as easily defeat him and send him to Arkham where he belongs, and then go back to keeping a watch out for Jack and his screams for attention. She couldn’t believe that she was metaphorically babysitting a five year old insane kid with psychotic temper tantrums. She couldn’t help but wonder how her father had dealt with Jack’s all this time.
words // 288 // tagged // jonathan // notes // sorry if it is short, but she is being a bit stubborn |
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Post by Jonathan Brock on Dec 4, 2011 16:05:36 GMT -6
Jonathan looked around as he heard a girl’s voice. He turned around, and saw that behind him was a girl wearing a uniform, and the mask of it seemed to be designed after a bat. Raising his hands, he was about to say that he wasn’t a criminal or a villain when he felt a sharp pain in his mind. Dropping to his knee’s, Jonathan grabbed his head and groaned. It was like something was trying to take over.....It had to be the symbiote! Even though it had never seemed to be hostile and want to control its host, it must have been biding its time until it had the trust and very deep access to its host mind.
Wincing as the symbiote managed to take over fully, Jonathan stood up and let out a slightly feral snarl as the mask ravelled around his face. The symbiote cackled and said in voice an octave higher than Jonathan’s usual voice “So, little hero, prepared to fight?!” With that, the suit transformed from its usual sleek form, into the more feral and aggressive styled suit that Eddie Brock had always had the suit as. The hands then transformed into twin blades, both long and sharp. WIth another snarl, Jonathan leapt through the air and slashed at the girl, planning to cut her arms or stomach open.
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Post by Brittany Wayne on Dec 16, 2011 19:30:46 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn Britt would have stand down if the figure had just said they were no threat to her or her city, but instead of saying a word the figure seemed to raise their hands in surrender before dropping to their knees. She watched as the hands instead grabbed the head, and then groaned as if in pain. She was of course immediately concerned, but her training didn’t allow her to show it. Then before she knew what had happened, the figure stood up and snarled at her like a wild animal. She was suddenly reminded of the Dent family that her and her father had faced numerous of times, as that father and daughter were clinically insane with split personalities. She really didn’t have time to deal with this nutcase in front of her, as she already had one who seemed to enjoy ‘playing’ with her.
”So, little hero, prepared to fight?!”
The figure lunged at her with what appeared to be blades for hands, and slashed at her. The young Wayne only rolled her eyes mentally and easily dodged the swings and slashes at her. She even managed to get close enough to kick back just like she was trained to do. ”I don’t know who you are, why you are here, or how long you will be. Nor do I care for the answers. My only concern is that you leave Gotham City, and don’t come back. Unless of course you actually want me to take you to Arkham Asylum with the rest of your criminally insane friends…” She responded as she pulled out a device that once pressed would emit a sonic wave of sound to bring any bats within a five mile radius to her location. The purpose was to create a distraction so great that she would have been able to get close to the figure and effectively apprehend it.
words // 312 // tagged // johathan // notes // you have a choice. choose wisely. |
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Post by Jonathan Brock on Dec 17, 2011 11:25:08 GMT -6
While the symbiote had managed to take over Jonathan’s body, and his mind, it had not managed to supress its host’s consciousness fully. Jonathan was trying to break through the symbiote’s hold over his body, but so far it was not exactly working. Right now, it was like he was trying to swim through a pit of tar. The symbiote was exerting a powerful hold over his body and mind, and it was not about to relinquish the hold over its most powerful host yet. Due to the genetic similarities between Eddie Brock and his son, the Anti-Venom symbiote bonded more easily to Jonathan, and it bonded to him at its most advanced level it could.
Jonathan had not been expecting the girl to easily dodge his slashes, or manage to kick him. Backflipping away from her, the symbiote performed a perfect landing. When the girl thought he was a criminal and insane, Jonathan’s mind began to ferociously attack the symbiote’s control with more anger and determination. However, his anger and determination had jump started something deep within. It was like some long, unactivated disorder was activating. As he attacked the symbiote’s control once again, he felt, with some difficulty, his mind exerting control back over his body and mind. His arms were swinging about wildly, and he had an expression of grimace on his face. The symbiote itself was jumping around, as tentacles and tendrils were shooting slightly forward.
With one last mental attack, Jonathan managed to regain full control of his mind, the symbiote and his body. However, he also felt his mind closed to the influence of the symbiote. A while ago, he had read about a very rare genetic disorder. It closed off the mind, and made it unreadable. That must be what I’ve got. That, and sheer force of will. I can use the symbiote without fear of being controlled now. Looking at the girl, he allowed the costume to retract back into his atoms. He said “Sorry about that. I’m not a villain or insane, but the story of the costume is.”
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Post by Brittany Wayne on Jan 5, 2012 18:32:24 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn Brittany stood there eying the figure with her sonic device in her fingers. Her face a stone mask, not portraying her doubt of the person in front of her. It was clear to her that this guy was clearly insane, Jack Quinn insane but she wasn't going to let him know that she knew that. Instead she followed her father's lead and just stood there looking him over, ready for any sort of attack from him. She was trained well and by the best, there was no way this guy was going to get the drop on her. She also had the two-way radio on and ready to transmit just in case she needed backup with this clown. She was always cautious, and this was no exception. She couldn't help her other hand as it fingered the batarangs in her utility belt in some small degree of comfort.
“Sorry about that. I’m not a villain or insane, but the story of the costume is.”
The young Wayne continued to eye the guy in front of her for the longest moment, trying to decide if this was an act, a phase of insanity, or what. She wasn't just about to engage into a conversation with someone that she knew absolutely nothing about. ”That remains to be seen.” She responded in her Batgirl voice designed to keep her identity secret.
words // 226 // tagged // jonathan // notes // still not trusting |
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