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Post by Michael Smith on Jun 27, 2013 18:49:52 GMT -5
Footsteps were making their way down the street. Shiny black shoes that looked almost out of place amongst the rest of the population that were moving down the sidewalk on that particular Saturday. The Irishman to whom the black shoes belonged hummed La Gazza Ladra as he walked down the pavement calmly, his hands in his pockets. It was an overture by Paul Mauriat and possibly one of the businessman's favourite pieces of music and he did very much like the tune. It made ordinary things and routines that little bit more extraordinary and taking scones out of the oven after baking would always be fun when there was an instrumental piece like that playing... Though Michael was exceedingly serious with his business, he wasn't quite as serious with his hobbies - such as baking...
Stopping on the corner of the street, he glanced around with a small smile. Only a small number of hours ago, he'd sent his little band of misfits into Gotham's biggest and most used bank and gotten a couple of thousand dollars. He hadn't taken any part in the actual robbery physically, though had planned every single moment... Including the part where he would be a witness though would helpfully disappear just after the robbery while being taken hostage by the robbers... That bit hadn't really been planned, but he had mentioned it to one of them as they'd come into the bank, making it look like he was merely helping them, and it had ended up happening. It had all gone rather well, really. Couple of thousand dollars and no chance of him being arrested. Perfect.
His gaze continued to float over his surroundings and everyone that was around him. They were all so ordinary but he actually wasn't too bothered by them at all. He had bigger and better things to think about - like making sure the police didn't end up finding him. Granted, this morning he hadn't been in his suit but that was besides the point. He didn't want to be caught by them at all, let alone as a strange witness who was completely at ease. He supposed he could pretend that he had no idea what anyone was talking about but that would be too much like hard work and he really couldn't be bothered with such things... At least not today. Another day, possibly. It was just today. He'd done enough for his money and now it was just a matter of staying out of the way - something he was very good at - and relaxing... Should have been easy... |
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Post by Milo Grant on Jul 7, 2013 0:38:57 GMT -5
Milo Grant was in Gotham City for a project that he was working on, visiting the science museum. Milo personally didn’t really like being here, mostly because of the crime and the people didn’t really seem too friendly here. He knew it was just a stereotype, but he was a paranoid young man so listening to things like that only made him a little more cautious, not to mention he heard that the bank had been robbed merely hours before he had arrived here in Gotham. Milo had quickly walked through the streets of Gotham, wearing his usual converse shoes, blue jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie over it. He also had his backpack over his back and headphones in his ears.
Milo continued to walk people all around him, unaware of the man in the shiny black shoes. he had continued to move as quickly as he could through the crowds when he had heard a small scream. Milo was right there, next to the alley way and witnessed a mugging, the man getting away with her purse. Milo observed the alley way noticing a few things that could be done and he stood there wondering if he should meddle or not. He knew that no one would know it was him since his powers could be used in secrecy, without anyone noticing him doing anything out of the ordinary.
In the matter of seconds, Milo let out a sigh and concentrated really hard. Within those seconds, Milo had decided to meddle, to help the woman just because he knew that it was the right thing to do even though he didn’t like to use his powers like that. Milo had waited until the man was away from the woman a good distance and out of nowhere; the woman’s purse was in front of her feet. The man on the other hand had a lot more to deal with. Milo had altered reality, giving the man a stray cat that was in the alleyway, something he had observed from before. The cat would freak out and hopefully attack the man.
After that was done, Milo’s head began to hurt. He quickly pulled out his headphones that were in his ears to get rid of the noise that could give him a bigger headache. He continued to walk down the same alley, the woman now gone. Milo sat down a moment to try to catch his breath and try to calm himself a bit.
(sorry it took so long.) |
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Post by Michael Smith on Jul 10, 2013 19:35:22 GMT -5
All the people running around like ants. He couldn't help being amused by the movement of the waves of people as they flooded the area continuously in one stream of buzzing life. It was so boring. So ordinary. So much so that the scream from near-by drew Michael's attention quickly and easily. It was probably nothing, and usually wasn't anything interesting, but he found himself curious when he saw... Was that man holding a cat? Wait, there was someone else. The Irishman ignored people making a fuss over the cat that was going a little bit beside itself with whatever it was feeling and snaked through the crowds as they moved away from the hissing fur-ball. His gaze caught a young man, no doubt younger than Michael, and he narrowed his eyes momentarily. He couldn't see some of the finer details of the man from where he was though if he had to guess then he would have supposed... College? University? It took Michael a moment to remember whether they were the same thing in the USA as they weren't the same thing in the UK... Not that it mattered all that much as it could just be referred to as higher education.
Watching the man in the alley, the Gotham resident glanced around himself while trying to decide whether to head down to the other man or not before deciding to do so. With his hands in his pockets, he made his way down the alleyway before working the tie off from around his neck as he drew closer to the seemingly younger male. Folding it up casually, Michael put it in his suit pocket as he undid the top button of his white shirt. Suits were useful, yes, but not when trying to talk to people like this man. Or rather, not when trying to talk to the people this man seemed to be like. Yes, that made sense. Messing up his hair a little to make it slightly more casual than the slicked back perfection he usually had, Michael carried on his way to the other man. Stopping once he was close enough to talk and be heard, Michael began wringing his hands while deciding which character to play. Nervous and distrusting or nervous and very trusting? He felt like trusting today.
"E-Excuse me? Are you okay?" His voice took on an innocent tone, somewhat weak as well. His Irish accent pulled more into his words, dragging the innocence with it. What use was an act if you wouldn't pull it to its extremes? Very useless, in Michael's experience. You had to ensure people would believe it and the best way was to pull all that you could into the act... Rather like a magic show. Step one: Show someone something or someone ordinary. Step two: Allow them to examine it and be sure that it is, in fact, ordinary. Step three: Make whatever you showed the person or people into something extraordinary... Michael was very good at that while using himself as the object and the various people he met the crowd and audience. Maybe he had a bit of a flare for the dramatics. "I just... I saw you come down here and there was that man! That man with.. With the cat." He continued to wring his hands, almost seeming desperate to calm himself down. "I'm... I'm Marcus, by the way. Marcus A. Leficent." He added quickly with a hint of a smile passing over his features as he looked at the other man, watching his smaller movements while Michael seemed to try and become somehow smaller than he already was.
((Notes: 1. Sorry this took so long. 2. Sorry for rambling so much. 3. I'm hoping to get Matthew/Milo thread up soon.)) |
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Post by Milo Grant on Sept 19, 2013 9:59:36 GMT -5
Milo Grant still sat in the alley way and he let out a sigh. He wished that he was able to control his powers better so that he wouldn’t be in pain like this. He stood up and heard the voice of another man. He had asked Milo if he was ok. Milo looked over at him and nodded his head slightly. Milo just stared at him, not knowing if he should trust the man or not. He was a bit paranoid like that.
“uh, yeah, I’m fine.” Milo had stuttered a bit and shook his head. He continued to stare at the man who had spoken up to him. The man had then said that he saw him come down here and there was a man and that’s when Milo lost him. Milo just stared at the man in a confused manner. That’s when his nervousness sort of kicked in. Milo ran his fingers through his hair as the man had introduced himself as Marcus. Milo looked over to him from the ground and he saw his smile.
“I’m Milo.” Milo introduced himself, wondering if that was a good idea in itself. He then looked over at the man curiously. “what else did you see?” He then asked him curiously, wondering if he saw what really happened. From the sound of it, it sounded like this Marcus character did. Milo shoved his hands into his pockets to try to prevent himself from touching his hair again. It was another little nervous habit that the college student had.
(so sorry about the wait. It has been a busy few months, moving and trying to get used to the new school I am in and actually set a schedule for myself.)
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