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Post by Alice on Sept 20, 2009 8:50:12 GMT -5
It was nearly 2 A.M. when, after dropping Nightwing off in Gotham, Aerie One roared back into Metropolis and touched down on a landing strip with it's last drops of fuel draining away in the process. It had been a longer trip to Genosha than this former Blackhawk soldier had anticipated when she took off on a mission Nightwing had personally requested her to fly him on, not that she was complaining. Anytime she had the opportunity to take to the air was a blast. The knocking sound in her engine that began when Zinda Blake AKA Lady Blackhawk requested permission to land and slowly made her descent, still continuing as her wheels skidded across the pavement? Not so much.
Popping open a michelob from her private stash after she came to a stop, and after sitting in front of her dashboard with her feet propped up for about 5 minutes of admiring the scenic view of the starry skyline, Zinda grabbed a box of tools and made a swift exit; muttering many things unfit for the ears of children as she started to work.
"So much for the binge and the accompanying 10 hours shuteye I planned to grab immediately afterwards. It was perfect when we split Genosha. C'mon baby, talk to Zinda and tell mama where it hurts. Her mumbling spree continued as she dug in and began to explore for the root of the problem
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Post by Jervis Tetch on Sept 20, 2009 9:14:11 GMT -5
2 A.M., the Witching hour. How obscenely late, or early, depending on how you looked at it. Well, it would've been, if it weren't Jervis Tetch that was the man up at this hour. He was still getting used to the streets of Metropolis, Gotham's sister city. He had figured it'd be simple enough, the cities were similar enough.
In reality though, the only reason he'd been out this late, other than it being the norm for him, was because he was looking for some new place to serve as his hide out. But something caught his eye as he wandered the near vacant streets. Well, more like someone. A woman with such lovely blonde hair, he could hardly help but feel himself drawn to her because of it. Unfortunately, from what he heard, her language could use some work, it was littered with profanities.
It was only upon approaching the lovely creature that the source of her frustration, apparently a ship of some sorts, came into view and registered as that to him. So she was intelligent too, he figured. Such a delight, she'd be positively marvellous to have around, on top of that, she did, in fact, have a hat. This seemed almost too perfect, "Having a spot of trouble, my dear?" the short man asked, genuinely curious, though his voice still carried the usual creepiness, unbeknownst to him.
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Post by Alice on Sept 20, 2009 9:36:48 GMT -5
She was already hard at it, and had already discovered the source of her frustration. A simple 5 - 10 minute job according to her calculations as she removed her Blackhawk jacket, exposing the white t-shirt beneath before bending back over and resuming the repair job. She also heard the footsteps.
The fact that a complete stranger from the reflection in the wrench gripped tightly in her left palm, was able to wander into the middle of an airport from nowhere like he were on a field trip was bothersome enough but when he came closer and started speaking, that irked her even more. There was something about the costume that seem,ed vaguely familiar, if not extremely hilarious at the same time. Sure he was dressed straight from the pages of Alice in Wonderland but there was something else. This blond soldier couldn't put her finger on it but whatever it was had her on the defensive and when he spoke, her hand was already reaching for the jacket once more and a pistol she had stashed in a pocket therein.
"Last time I checked, trespassing was still a major no-no. Reckon now would be a good time to take off before A) Security comes after ya and B) I get pissed/ First choice is probably on it's way. Second one I wouldn't recommend, but yeah. A little trouble I suppose. Does your mommy know you're out past your bedtime, sonny?"
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Post by Jervis Tetch on Sept 20, 2009 11:18:36 GMT -5
Most occassions, he would have been on the defensive the moment anyone reached into their pocket. But not this time, if need be, he always had his cards, and his pistol, though he hated to think you use the latter on such a creature. No, it wasn't the defensive stance she took that had him bothered, it was the words she uttered. So demeaning.
"Now now, that is no way to speak to your elders," he tutted, walking in a strange, semi circle around her, "After all, if she should push the matter on, what would become of you?" He adopted the verses as his own words, the she referring to his imagined queen, of course. A grin had spread on his face now that he got a better look at the woman. Even with her attitude...issues, she was just perfect. Just what he'd been looking for.
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Post by Alice on Sept 20, 2009 11:35:10 GMT -5
My...elders? Zinda snorted. She did. Out loud and in a fit of laughter. Not a good thing to do after just swallowing a swig of beer but what the hell? She was tired and thirsty and probably a bit loopy. More than normal even for her. But that doesn't mean she hasn't had enough of his advances It wasn't until she smashed the beer bottle over the nose of her plane and let out a long sigh as she thought of the scratches she'd have to buff out later, that Lady Blackhawk put the pieces together.
"For the love of Eisenhower,...the Mad Hatter." She muttered, taking the broken portion of the bottle she still had and thrusting it out in front of her a, spinning on her boot heels as she launched the strike at him. She remembered Oracle mentioning him and how the guy was bad news with all his electronic gizmo's but this pilot would be damned before the worm even thought about giving her the pain in the membrane. With the broken glass in one hand and a pistol in the other, she went about defending herself as only she could. Of course the pistol wasn't the only thing she'd reached in her pocket for; the other being the small communications device nestled deep within the lining of her jacket just to alert the skipper of the unfriendly she was staring down.
Just have to stall and give the cavalry time to storm the gates in the unlikely event I will need back-up.
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Post by Jervis Tetch on Sept 21, 2009 17:37:24 GMT -5
Jervis stared at the woman as she laughed. What could possibly be so amusing? That he was older than her? Surely not. His eyes widened in a sort of quasi-horror when she smashed the bottle against the plane. Such gestures rarely bode well, and this could hardly be considered an exception to the rule.
He heard her mutter and removed his hat to bow, "At your service," he said, grinning up at her. He only saw the bottle coming at him too late. He tried to avoid it as best he could, but it still got him in the arm, ruining the costume, and managing to draw some blood. He could hardly believe it. he drew out his own gun in his left hand, and his cards in his right. He wanted to hurt the blonde as little as possible, really, he had only taken out the revolver as a scare tactic and maybe to use as a blunt object, though even that thought bothered him. He lunged back at her, chip extended in an attempt to slip it behind her ear.
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Post by Alice on Sept 21, 2009 18:07:20 GMT -5
The lack of knowledge about the Hatter so far was catching Lady Blackhawk off guard, by surprise and rather neatly too. From what little beans the skipper had spilled about the creep, she couldn't for the life of her remember anything about him using guns. She'd have to give Oracle a good chewing out for that later, right now things were too hairy for her liking.
Hot damn, this ass clown's got some moves on him. His arm's bleeding and isn't doesn't even seem to slow him down much. Whatever he's after must be awfully important. It can't be money? I don't have more than enough to buy a round of drinks if I ever get away from here.
If: only two letters in it but at times it's the biggest word in the English language. Like now for instance when she miscalculated his next move; expecting him to swerve right but shocked when he instead sagged to the left. the fact that she was just a might jet-lagged would prove to be her undoing. Reaching for the gun and somehow missing sight of the device he slipped into his hand somehow didn't help her much either.
She quickly compensated for the misjudgment in his direction but didn't detect the device that had just been slipped behind her right ear until it was too late. Lunging for the arm he had his pistol attached to and swinging for it to force him to drop it, she was in mid-swing when a soft buzzing sound was heard behind the ear his gizmo was attached to.
Dropping her gun as she reached for her head to both try and stop the sudden headache and remove the device, she was too late for both . Dropping to her knees, the pupils in her eyes slowly grew smaller, rejecting her best attempts to fight effects until finally, all the fight was gone from her period.
Lady Blackhawk: Soldier. Pilot. weapons expert. Slave looked helplessly into the eyes of the Mad Hatter. Losing the struggle as the last vestiges of her will drifted away, replaced by a smile that spread across her lips and a vacant stare that filled her eyes.
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Post by Jervis Tetch on Sept 23, 2009 17:08:43 GMT -5
A sick grin grew from the pre existing smile on his face as the woman who was quite likely more able than him in every aspect submitted to his control device. There was a kind of bizarre joy and pleasure in having that kind of control. True, he tended to reserve it for "emergencies", because he'd much rather have someone stay of their own free will, but when he deemed it time to use one, oh man did he relish in it.
"Come, Alice, we mustn't dawdle," he told her, the grin not fading. He would allow her free will to an extent, sure, but he would die before he lost yet another Alice. Especially not one that would prove useful as this one. He wanted her to finish fixing the flyer, and the two of them use it to find, firstly a base to work from, and secondly, to get around more easily and see the city better.
This was a glorious day already. Things were looking better than they had been in Gotham by far.
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