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Post by therecruiter on Oct 7, 2012 19:12:37 GMT -5
The Recruiter paced. Back and forth a scowl on his unhooded face, exposing the scars running across his bald head. He let out a growl of anger and shoved his fist into the mirror, his scowl deepening as the shards cut into his knuckles. The scowl turned into a smirk as he watched the cuts stitch back together fading into pale scars.
The cloak billowed around his feet as he stalked away from the broken mirror, a hole punched right through the middle. He stood by the window, his dark eyes gazing out onto the dead grounds around his house. There was hardly a way to sneak up on it, there was no place to hide just the dying trees at the edge of the property. He smirked. I wonder whom shall be the first to wander into my clutches...Who will be the first to be Recruited? Who will be my unwilling assistant as I rip the world apart using it's greatest defense. It's heroes.
[/i] He grinned a ominous grin at the sight of a dark figure making their way towards the dead mansion. His pale, long fingered hands, lifted the hood up around his face as he faded away into the darkness, making his way down towards the first floor to welcome his guest to the clutches of the Devil. TALK TALK TALKTHOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT[/size][/blockquote] WORDS: 395
TAGGED: open
OUTFIT: linky
NOTES: he's a creep XD
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0 |
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Post by John Blake on Oct 7, 2012 20:16:14 GMT -5
John Blake was on foot patrol duty. He had been injured, but was not unfit for duty. But they still wouldn't put him back into the cruiser until he was better.
He walked past an old, thought to be, abandoned lot. The dead grass rose high over the normal level. There was one or two straggly bushes, not much cover.
He sighed, Amelia had been given a temporary partner until he was better. He smiled faintly as he was treated to her ranting about not having him with her like usual. He laughed softly to himself as he walked.
There really was no reason for him to not get better. He wanted to go work with his wife again. Plus, foot patrol was lonely work.
Little did he know. Robin John Blake was being watched. And it wasn't by a friendly either. He was about to encounter the Devil, and it would not end happily.... [/color] |
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Post by therecruiter on Oct 9, 2012 5:07:52 GMT -5
A nasty chill clung to the air as the Recruiter made his way down the silent stairs of the Victorian mansion, emotionless in his dark eyes. Everything was going quite well for the Recruiter, this man had just walked so willingly into his clutches. It made the Recruiter smile. Not a friendly smile. One thick with malice and the horrid thoughts of torture floating around in the bald man's head.
As he neared the door he pulled out a cigar and lit it, pulling in the smoke as he put it to his lips. He moved it from his lips and let the smoke flow from his mouth like smoke. It winded into the air, his breath joining it as it fogged in the cold air. The Recruiter slipped out of the house unnoticed. He walked through the woods, silent as a tomb. He was behind John before the man even caught a whiff of wrong.
"Afternoon sir,
[/b]" he said, coming off polite never hurt anyone. Except John that is. " What brings you here?" Of course this man knew why John was here. He knew everything about the man. Everything. The Recruiter plastered a small lift of his lips onto his face, making him have a sort of ominous look to him. The hood was over his face, you couldn't see his eyes except for when he took a drag from the cigar, blowing smoke into the air and the sparks catching in the darkness of his eyes, showing off all the malice and foreboding settling there. In a way, though it may sound strange, this nameless man's eyes were warning John. Telling him to run while he still could. Telling him to calm his thoughts while he still could. Telling him to save his family while he still could. But then the sparks were gone, the cigarette back down at the hooded man's side. His eyes were veiled in a shadowy tomb once more. TALK TALK TALKTHOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT[/size][/blockquote] WORDS: 512
TAGGED: open/John
OUTFIT: linky
NOTES: I really liked the way this post turned out. xD
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0 |
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Post by John Blake on Oct 10, 2012 0:13:54 GMT -5
John was surprised at the voice behind him, and jumped a bit. John wasn't one who normally startled, not even when James Wayne was in his wolf form and looking at him with hungry eyes.
In fact, he had only jumped a little when his daughter, Alyss, had shifted into the white wolf the first time. When the white fur spread across her body as her body from changed from the anatomy of a human, to the sleek form of wolf she had become.
He was torn from the thought by the man. And, he could tell, this was not an ordinary man. He was hooded, the smoke from his cigar curling up into the chilled air. It's smokey fingers curled around the vapors of the man's breath. Even that had a sinister feel to it.
The cruel spark in the man's eyes. It sent the primal part of John into an instinctual mode. The reason for him to just run now. To save himself from whatever this man wanted to do. But the rational part of John, the logical part, refused to let him go.
He cleared his throat, having not spoken since his goodbyes to his wife that morning. "Good afternoon." He replied in kind to the man, using an official voice. One of a GCPD officer, which he was. "Patrol." He answered in a still official voice.
Part of him wanted to run. To save himself from whatever this man may want. But...his feet didn't move, and he stayed rooted to where he was. As if the fear that was slowly rising into his chest was freezing his blood into ice. [/color] |
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Post by therecruiter on Oct 10, 2012 18:35:38 GMT -5
The Recruiter's eyes lit up again as he took a drag from his cigar and opened his mouth slightly, letting the smoke fall out like a waterfall. His eyes were warning John again, screaming for him to run. It was like the hooded man's eyes had minds of their own. Maybe they did, the Recruiter was strange enough for that. Then the light from the lit cigarette was gone, his eyes masked in darkness once more, shining only dimly in the early morning sun.
"Well, Robin John Blake," said the Recruiter with a smirk, letting the hood fall revealing his scar covered bald head and piercing black eyes. His eyes were sinister, filled with malice. "I know everything about you." The Recruiter knew he wouldn't have been able to stand another moment without spilling out everything. But the only one in trouble here was John. The Recruiter was perfectly fine and the man knew it.
Of course he knew it. He had been alive for nearly a hundred lifetimes. In fact it had been partly his fault all those wars happened. World War 1 and 2, the Civil and of course the Revolutionary. He was just one big mischief maker.
TALK TALK TALK
THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT
WORDS: 512
TAGGED: open/John
OUTFIT: linky
NOTES: I really liked the way this post turned out. xD
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0 |
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Post by John Blake on Oct 10, 2012 18:55:02 GMT -5
John turned full around to face the man. His hood coming down, froze John's blood.
The white scars sliding over his head in every which way. His eyes, black, lifeless. Sinister like a sharks. John even had the image of when this man went to take a mouthful of something, his black marble like eyes would roll back into his skull to be entirely white. A shiver ran up his spine.
Then John's full name slipped past the man's lips. Not a name many people knew. Cold fingers ran up and down his spine. His heart hammered in his chest, making John feel as if he were about to crack a rib, just by the frantic beating.
How did this man claim to know him. Did he truly know everything? Why was he coming after him? He took a shaky breath. Seemingly he had forgotten to breath over this time.
His lips formed the words. "Who the hell are you?" All the formal tone, and official voice he had been using had vanished into thin air, like a magician with a person, in comparison. [/color] |
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Post by therecruiter on Oct 11, 2012 18:15:47 GMT -5
The Recruiter's eyes glinted dangerously in the light of the dimly rising sun as he circled Blake. "My name has no value to you. All you need to know is that I require your services." He knew that Blake would not accept willingly, but The Recruiter had something up his sleeve, literally, that would force the Robin into agreeing to do the scared man's bidding.
He stopped in front of Robin and pulled out two pictures. One of John's beautiful wife, Amelia Raven Blake, laughing, her azure eyes glowing and her hair in waves across her shoulders and down her back. He was sitting beside them. The picture hadn't been taken too long ago, they had been at a cafe, and only John would know that sitting across from them was Bruce and Hailey and Steve Rogers was at their house watching their children; Alyss Blake and James and Alex Wayne.
The other picture was of Alyss, a smile spread across her young face as she leaned against James, who was cut out of the picture as they stared out the window in her room. Her hair was slightly ruffled, but her blue eyes were filled with love for the Wayne boy who sat beside her.
The Recruiter knew exactly who these two blonde were but he asked, "Is this your wife? Your daughter?" An evil smile curved the lips of the man as he dropped the cigar, stamping it out with his black booted foot.
TALK TALK TALK
THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT
WORDS: 512
TAGGED: open/John
OUTFIT: linky
NOTES: I really liked the way this post turned out. xD
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0 |
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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 18:36:22 GMT -5
John's blood ran cold. What did this man need from him? Why had he come looking?
When he pulled out the first picture, one of him and his wife. Just a few weeks ago, in the cafe. They had coffee and doughnuts, a GCPD officer's favorite treat, with the Waynes, well, Hailey and Bruce any way. Steve Rogers had been watching the kids, his daughter and the two Wayne boys at the time.
John swallowed hard at another picture. It had been taken in his own house. In his daughter's bed room to be exact. He knew the boy she was sitting with, it was James Wayne, but then again, not everyone knows that Alyss Blake was dating James Wayne. How had this man taken a picture in his home?
His blood ran cold as the man's voice came again. Yes, they were obviously his wife, and his daughter. He knew the man was taunting him with the fact that he knew all of it. His voice cracked as he spoke. "What do you want?" He didn't want to have any possibility of his family being in danger... [/color] |
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Post by therecruiter on Oct 11, 2012 18:46:18 GMT -5
The Recruiter smirked, "I want you to work for me. Do what I saw and nothing will happen. If you fail to do so," he grinned sinisterly and ripped the picture of Alyss in half. "I'll slit the little girl's throat. And," he let the halves of Alyss's picture fall to the ground, "I'll make you watch as I slowly end her life," he was now holding the picture of Amelia and he slowly ripped it half. A small spark caught light on the photo of Alyss and the flame spread quickly, eating away the half of the picture it had landed on.
The Recruiter's smirk didn't fade. "So, Robin, what do you say? Are you in, He lit another cigarette "or are you out?" He took a drag from the cigar and blew the smoke into John's face, smirking.
TALK TALK TALK
THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT
WORDS: 512
TAGGED: open/John
OUTFIT: linky
NOTES: I really liked the way this post turned out. xD
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0 |
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Post by John Blake on Oct 11, 2012 19:09:22 GMT -5
John's blood was still frozen as the man spoke. It wasn't as if the man had given him a choice.
His blood boiled as he threatened his daughter, and ripped her picture. He resisted the urge to drop to his knees to collect it. But he didn't he stood fast, glaring into the black eyes of the man trying to recruit him.
He flinched as the man slowly ripped the picture of his wife, and himself. He cringed as the picture tore across the line of her beautiful smile. His heart turned to ice. He hadn't considered the possibility that this man was kidding, and any thought of it had just been interminably banished from his brain.
As the man dropped the pictures, the flame eating part of Alyss' he sank to his knees to collect them, burning his fingers as he put out the flame before it could eat Alyss' face, to crinkle the paper and burn the ink that had recreated her image.
He cradled them close to his chest as he stood again, not meeting the man's gaze again. "As if you've left me a choice." John said in a pained voice. He knew the truth behind his own words. He would never condemn his family. Never. [/center] |
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Post by therecruiter on Oct 15, 2012 18:47:15 GMT -5
The Recruiter watched all of John's actions with a smirk plastered to his face. He blew more smoke into the hero's face. "Your first mission is to take this and make sure Bruce Wayne swallows it," he held out a pill bottle with only one pill rattling around in it. "And this I want you to stick onto his suit."
The man wasn't planning on telling Robin what either of them did.
TALK TALK TALK
THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT
WORDS: 512
TAGGED: open/John
OUTFIT: linky
NOTES: I really liked the way this post turned out. xD
LYRICS: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
CREDIT: CaeJae@caution2.0 |
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