Phantom chose to ignore her self-praise. Ignoring her seemed to be something he was good at these days.
"I also have an address. 1500 block, 38th Street." he recited. "Is that where it is?" he asked for clarification. It's not like he didn't trust the word of Gotham's Law Enforcement, but he'd take Weaver's word over the GCPD's any day of the week.
"I also have an address. 1500 block, 38th Street." he recited. "Is that where it is?" he asked for clarification. It's not like he didn't trust the word of Gotham's Law Enforcement, but he'd take Weaver's word over the GCPD's any day of the week.
-ignore-
"No, where'd you get 38 from? It's 83. I could hear people calling it in. Though...if the police have two different numbers to go on, chances are that they'll split up their forces to tackle both addresses. We should hurry to the scene." Weaver advised.
"83rd? That must mean..." Phantom looked down at his radio, which ceased it's blaring when he turned it off a moment ago.
So the police were given a false address. They were sent to another location, almost all the way across Gotham. But why?
It was something he planned to find out. "Agreed." he answered quickly before walking out of the warehouse.
So the police were given a false address. They were sent to another location, almost all the way across Gotham. But why?
It was something he planned to find out. "Agreed." he answered quickly before walking out of the warehouse.
The cloaked girl eventually moved away from the docks when her transport didn't show up so she stood and made her way down the road and by chance passed an empty cop car with the radio blaring...spotting a duo of darkly clothed individuals moving at fast speeds she fallowed curiously.
She continued to fallow these strange individuals while remaining in the shadows until they stopped...staying in the darkest shadows she watched, and listened.
She continued to fallow these strange individuals while remaining in the shadows until they stopped...staying in the darkest shadows she watched, and listened.
Lisa looked up slowly. The change almost instant. Her smile was back, but mixed with her running make up and tear streaked face, she looked... unhinged. Her hand with the cake slipped back into her pocket. When she pulled it back out, it was not empty.
The service pistol from the officer seemed oddly large, gripped by her adolescent hand.
Her gaze returned to the officer's uniform hat, the very one she had just started crying over... And laughed. Unrestrained, almost psychotic, it started softly, and grew louder.
She twirled in the street again, her fantasy world seeming to have reconstructed itself...
Lisa started skipping once more... Hat in hand swinging with her gait; the pistol doing the same from her other.
The service pistol from the officer seemed oddly large, gripped by her adolescent hand.
Her gaze returned to the officer's uniform hat, the very one she had just started crying over... And laughed. Unrestrained, almost psychotic, it started softly, and grew louder.
She twirled in the street again, her fantasy world seeming to have reconstructed itself...
Lisa started skipping once more... Hat in hand swinging with her gait; the pistol doing the same from her other.
Crazun stood atop a building, blending in with his surroundings. If one were to look at him they would only see a stone gargoyle staring out into the distance. He could here sirens all around him and there were people running all over the place. Usual for this city but he had hoped to get some sleep at least. His purple eyes opened and they glowed with an unnatural light as his eyes began scanning the area looking for something fun to do since he couldn't sleep.
(does this Rp have any connecting plots at all, or are people just free for all'ing.)
(I'm not really sure.)
(People are trying to connect plots but it ends up going over the other persons head)
(well let's start something cognitive and fresh!!)
(If we did that we would have to start over)
( how far is over? I don't even know anyone's current whereabouts or plot.)
(Right now we are centered around Gotham..my character is currently stalking two other players characters...you can guess who...who are heading in the direction of the murder Lisa has committed)
(Would someone post already!)
(I don't even think we left the warehouse yet 
I'm waiting for Mimi to post her leaving with him)
I'm waiting for Mimi to post her leaving with him)
(Oh, fine. *grumble grumble*)
"Wow, so you're going to run off without me after I tell you what you needed to know?" Weaver grumbled as she ran after Phantom.
"Wow, so you're going to run off without me after I tell you what you needed to know?" Weaver grumbled as she ran after Phantom.
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NOW they proceeded to their destination using the rooftops, moving like shadows in the night Gotham sky. When they arrived, Phantom inspected the police car.
"There is an officer inside, who's remains are being eaten by a cat. Looks like we missed whoever did this." he noted as he inspected the now-dead man. The cat hissed as his hand neared it, obviously not liking the possible threat to it's meal. It clawed at his hand viciously, slicing it quite badly. Phantom didn't react to the wound except to abruptly grab the cat by the neck and squeeze hard, resulting in a satisfying (at least for him) snap that silenced the annoying animal once and for all.
"There's nothing more here. Let's just go back to the headquarters and follow our original plan."
)NOW they proceeded to their destination using the rooftops, moving like shadows in the night Gotham sky. When they arrived, Phantom inspected the police car.
"There is an officer inside, who's remains are being eaten by a cat. Looks like we missed whoever did this." he noted as he inspected the now-dead man. The cat hissed as his hand neared it, obviously not liking the possible threat to it's meal. It clawed at his hand viciously, slicing it quite badly. Phantom didn't react to the wound except to abruptly grab the cat by the neck and squeeze hard, resulting in a satisfying (at least for him) snap that silenced the annoying animal once and for all.
"There's nothing more here. Let's just go back to the headquarters and follow our original plan."
Weaver stared down at the cat and grinned. "Not an animal guy, huh? That's a shame, I was planning on getting a bunny."
They turned and headed back toward their HQ, taking a different path and making sure to stay hidden.
They turned and headed back toward their HQ, taking a different path and making sure to stay hidden.
The headlights of the car illuminated her. She stopped. Just stood there, frozen in the middle of the street.
Breaks slamming, the vehicle stopped just shy of hitting her. Lisa continued to stand blocking the road... and then the driver made the mistake of honking. One of those obnoxious, drawn out honks of frustration. It snapped the girl out of her daze...
And she simply lifted the stolen pistol, and emptied it into the car. The rounds tore into the grill and hood, the windshield spider webbed. The horn died out along with the engine, the noise replaced by panicked screams of pain and terror from the driver and passenger. How neither person was killed was either a miracle of fate, or deliberate.
"Oh, please mind what you are doing!"
Lisa walked from the front of the vehicle to the side and in a rather quick movement smashed the driver side window with the gun. It happened so quickly, the two occupants could barely lift their arms in defense. She tried to fire again, shots meant to end the couple... only nothing came. Not even a click of a hammer to an empty chamber.
It was only then that Lisa realized the slide was locked back. The magazine empty. She did not have any more bullets.
Out of enraged frustration, she threw the gun into the drivers face. There was a wet crunch as the metal object struck home, breaking the man's nose.
Blood gushed from the injury, and it dazed him. His other wounds were not immediately non-life threatening: a couple rounds to the shoulder and arm. Lisa grabbed hold of the man, and slammed him down into the steering wheel, rendering him unconscious.
The woman passenger began to scream hysterically, believing him dead... her own injuries about equal to his.
Lisa stared at her for a second, before yelling over her.
"Oh, there goes his precious nose!"
It did nothing to quiet the woman... in fact, it seemed to unhinge her further. Lisa smiled, turned, and started skipping again. Heading down the street once more, as if the last series of events had never happened. It would be a few moments yet before the woman found enough sense to call for help. The noise complaints, and neighborly reports of shots fired would light up the emergency line first.
Breaks slamming, the vehicle stopped just shy of hitting her. Lisa continued to stand blocking the road... and then the driver made the mistake of honking. One of those obnoxious, drawn out honks of frustration. It snapped the girl out of her daze...
And she simply lifted the stolen pistol, and emptied it into the car. The rounds tore into the grill and hood, the windshield spider webbed. The horn died out along with the engine, the noise replaced by panicked screams of pain and terror from the driver and passenger. How neither person was killed was either a miracle of fate, or deliberate.
"Oh, please mind what you are doing!"
Lisa walked from the front of the vehicle to the side and in a rather quick movement smashed the driver side window with the gun. It happened so quickly, the two occupants could barely lift their arms in defense. She tried to fire again, shots meant to end the couple... only nothing came. Not even a click of a hammer to an empty chamber.
It was only then that Lisa realized the slide was locked back. The magazine empty. She did not have any more bullets.
Out of enraged frustration, she threw the gun into the drivers face. There was a wet crunch as the metal object struck home, breaking the man's nose.
Blood gushed from the injury, and it dazed him. His other wounds were not immediately non-life threatening: a couple rounds to the shoulder and arm. Lisa grabbed hold of the man, and slammed him down into the steering wheel, rendering him unconscious.
The woman passenger began to scream hysterically, believing him dead... her own injuries about equal to his.
Lisa stared at her for a second, before yelling over her.
"Oh, there goes his precious nose!"
It did nothing to quiet the woman... in fact, it seemed to unhinge her further. Lisa smiled, turned, and started skipping again. Heading down the street once more, as if the last series of events had never happened. It would be a few moments yet before the woman found enough sense to call for help. The noise complaints, and neighborly reports of shots fired would light up the emergency line first.
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