Post by Galio on Mar 9, 2010 1:14:25 GMT -5
Riley
(Monday night)
As Ninja Man desperately sprinted into the welcoming darkness of an alley, he felt his hip. His hand confirmed to his brain that he was soaked in his own blood. He felt a pain that he could only describe as powerful emanating from his whole right side; Falling from a third story window onto the corner of a dumpster would invoke such a pain. Perhaps sneaking into a house which he hadn't observed beforehand wasn't such a good idea. Suspicion that this house sheltered evil henchmen or perhaps a crime lord, intrigued the twenty-two year old ninja. However, the house was merely a private residence and sheltered an evil, old woman. While Ninja Man was sneaking through the house, this woman had woken up and flipped the light switch to the room he was in. This action startled him, so he turned to run, tripped over a sleeping monster of a cat, and fell through a window onto an unfriendly dumpster. Realizing that he had been seen for the first time in a great while stirred memories of the old loneliness which he had made friends with throughout his life. Back when he was the target of the hatred for many, merely because they didn't understand him. Putting this painful reminiscing aside, Ninja Man made it to cover and saw to his wound.
(Tuesday morning)
Alfred Jennings hopped down the steps to basement section of the Miami Police Department which he served at. He passed a deputy who beamed a smile at him and sold a, "Good morning, detective!" Jennings grew weary of the hollow friendships the other officers made with him. They made these, so called, friendships because of his fame he gained in his days he served with Scotland Yard. He acknowledged two officers as he passed the glass door's threshold to the office section. He was immediately intercepted by his boss, Richard Kingsley. Obviously, a proverbial bee was in his bonnet, and he of course wanted the one and only, Constable Jennings to get it out. Jennings had great respect for the man, and this respect would forever outlast any temporal anxiety Kingsley would cause him. But still, he didn't like being rushed into things, nor did he appreciate the attitude in which he would present his problems. And as faithful as the rising sun, Kingsley began his barking.
Nick
Kingsley had just gotten a phone-call which had been caused by another phone-call about some crazy "ninja" in some old lady's house. She claimed he was stealing her furniture and that when she turned on the light, in a spirit of revenge he attempted to kill her cat, Luigi. However, she claimed that because 7 years earlier she had put a spell of defense on Luigi, the cat survived and the "ninja" was thrown out the window for his harmful actions.
"I am so sick of this stupid, mystical garbage! Constable Jennings, surely you of all people could talk some sense into these foolish little detectives who can't seem to catch one freaking man! I mean honestly now!"
Kingsley, in another quick spout of rage, kicked over an innocent potted plant that unfortunately happened to be nearby.
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Scottie was doing his normal walk around the city at night, 'chillin like a villain' as he and his mates say, when he touched a bannister and felt something wet. Immediately pulling his hand back in disgust Scottie stopped in fear. Blood. Standing still, Scottie just listened to maybe hear the source of where this blood came from... he could only hear his heart at first...
Riley
(Monday night, continued)
After futilely attempting to examine the swath in his side for two minutes, Ninja Man decided to go back to his home where he had adequate light to see it. His home was the basement of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. After an agonizing twenty minute jog, he arrived at his destination. His adrenaline had kept him from feeling his deserved pain, but as he slowed down, the severity of his wound began to manifest itself. He started feeling dizzy, and his heart started pounding and causing his head to throb. The already present darkness became amplified and borderlined blackness. Everything seemed to be out of focus and blurry. He had been through all of this before, so he knew if he didn't take care of himself quickly, he would bleed to death. He finally got down to the basement and took his secret passage through a vent. He came out the other side into the small den that had become his home. The pain in his side was now extraordinary. He slowly untied his sash, gently unstrapped his katana, and carefully pulled off his shirt. The blood hadn't hardened yet, so the wound was still gaping and fresh. Ninja Man simply poured water into it and bandaged it. Then, with mind in a state of indifferent loneliness, he laid down on his bed and went to sleep.
(Tuesday morning, continued)
After Kingsley had nearly broken his foot on a pot, Jennings sighed respectfully after him, "Don't worry chief. I'll get right onto it." Jennings then went to his desk, which was nearly impossible to see beneath stacks of papers. As always, at the opening of a new case, he first searched out the papers that indicated whether or not he would be working with a partner, or who the would be partner would be. He discovered the folder and quickly opened it--not so much with excitement, but more with a curious anticipation. To his disappointment, he was working with a partner. "Blast!" he murmured to himself. He flipped over a few pages to find the name of this partner. "Roberts?! No!!" he shouted out loud. In explanation for this outburst, the only reason Terrel Roberts is a detective is that it was in his father's will that he would join the force. Also his father had known and worked with Kingsley for more than two decades and had recently died. Also, Roberts had a very... particular way about him, and this way rather annoyed Jennings. Though it doesn't require saying, Jennings was not excited about working with Roberts. Jennings dropped the papers down on his desk and plopped himself down in his chair. He sat pouting in disbelief for a minute and began slouching, which is commonly considered by Jennings, nigh unto sin. Then the phone rang, and he straightened up. He smiled, and in his excitement, he accidentally said out loud, "Karen!"
Nick
[Monday: 11:50 PM]
Rip smiled when he sniffed his hand which had previously picked up some strange substance on the ground. 'Blood, he's human' he chuckled to himself. Within seconds Rip was gone... and the only thing that was moving was the one piece of laundry two stories up which Rip had bumped while he jumped from the nearby wall-stair case up onto the top of the building. He had ran up the nearby wall, jumped back to the stair case then shot up the stair case at a ridiculous rate. Obviously he was used to the movement.
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Scottie had stood completely still... still enough to not be noticed by the dark figure which had ran into the nearby alley, stopped, bent down and touch the ground, then climbed swiftly to the top. Scottie was still a bit too scared for the next five minutes. Eventually he was able to shrug it off. Scottie whistled, just to remind himself that he was real and that he could hear. He just kept walking, trying to forget what he had just seen. Possible situations popped into his mind as to what that entailed. Most of them involved Marvel super-heroes...
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Ninja Man opened his eyes to see a familiar streak of light on the wall. The sun had been awake for eight hours now; this was a fact to Ninja Man because that streak of light was on the mark on the wall that indicated that the sun had been awake for eight hours. Seeing the light of the sun always invigorated Ninja Man, because it presented a greater stealth challenge than the night hours ever could. In the next moment, two things happened; Ninja Man jumped to his feet, and then Ninja Man cried out in pain. He had completely forgotten about his wound, so his wound promptly reminded him, and then told him to lie down very carefully. With an attitude, he disregarded the "lay down" part of the message and sat down on his bed. He held his breath and trembled, as he unwrapped the bandages. He was an extraordinarily fast healer due to a good friend's seemingly magic potion, so the great fissure that had been in his side the night before was now a serious scratch. Ninja Man grinned to himself and rose, this time, in a more respectful manor to his wound. A different tunnel than the one he entered the night before, led him out to a mail box, which Ninja Man was a regular alms giver of. He glanced left and right and scanned the buildings and streets for any women doing laundry, any children playing, any--well, anyone. He got his paper and read it on his bed to see if news of his prior, midnight antics had gotten out yet. "No, Ninja Man! You fool!" he stressed in a barely audible fashion. He wasn't really worried about his safety or his life-goal being compromised; It was more of a pride issue in that he was startled by and old woman, tripped out a window by a sleeping cat, and came away with a serious injury. "Ah, the imbued humility." he sighed to himself. He then apologized for his outburst to his pillow, which he had a profound respect for, and began reading the comics. This seemingly magic potion of his good friend was having a significant effect on the Ninja. He was losing his common sense, his reaction time, his nimbleness, and most importantly, his overall care for what pivotal events transpired in his life. The enemy was moving while Ninja Man was none the wiser.
Jesse
Johnny Elm waited by the chimney pot. He was a large and nimble man, one might even describe him as an elf, a big hulking elf, always causing problems for other assassins and common folk. He enjoyed life, maybe not like other people, but still it was enjoyable. A tile slipped on a roof, someone was drawing close. a dark figure dashed past, only to be grabbed round the throat by one of Johnny's hands.
Rip let out a hoarse cry. the air was slowly being squeezed out of him.
"Please, he cried, " I will do anything."
"Who are you chasing?" Johnny asked with a deep voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know that your an assassin and you usually just don't sprint around the rooftops for no reason, now TELL me what I want to know!"
Nick
Rip stared directly into the eyes of his assailant. Rip had been startled at first, now he was just mad. He slowly drew a dagger out of his left side of his belt and held it, point gently pressing into Gremlin's side.
"I'll do no more talking, Chubs. Back off and don't mess with what you cannot handle."
Gremlin let go and Rip backed up a little bit.
"That's better. Now, what the devil possessed you to grab my neck!?"
[[At first it startled me, but I like it, Jesse. Keep it up. Could you change your name to not have any numbers in it? It looks more professional that way... if not, I think I could get used to it eventually. Up to you.]]
Riley
(Tuesday morning)
Terrel Roberts stood up from his desk and closed the drawer that held the picture of his girlfriend. He took a deep, quivering breath and straitened to his full height of 5'7". He turned from his cubicle to go find this Alfred Jennings. Terrel was looking forward to working with Jennings and perhaps getting to know him, but he figured that the feeling would not be mutual, so he didn't get too excited. Terrel stepped to the side as two officers walked by, and he could see through Jennings' office window that he was on the phone. Terrel raised his eyebrows and decided to be considerate; He went back to his desk and re-studied the report of this alleged ninja attack. He thought to himself, "I wonder if dad ever had to do this sort of job. I can't imagine he'd ever get promoted to Deputy Commissioner if all he did was read the rantings of crazy old women." He sat back in his rickety, wooden chair and sighed, "Somehow he did it--so I can too." He kicked back and crossed his arms, but suddenly his chair cracked, and in a blink of an eye, Terrel was laying on a pile of kindling on the floor. He heard Kingsley shouting something and coming his way. Terrel just rolled his eyes and thought, "Oh, yeah. I can do it."
Nick
"Not again, not again..." Kingsley was saying as he walked into to the cubicle. As soon as he rounded the corner and saw what had happened he lost all emotion on his face and just stared at Roberts.
"Are you kidding me? I mean honestly... How many is this? I think I lost count around 7 BILLION! What is wrong with you, eh? Why do you break EVERYTHING! Ughh! That chair is coming out of your check, Roberts!"
Kingsley left as soon as he had come. He seemed to take out everything a lot harder on Roberts than anyone else... Probably because he was practically forced to hire him... but it seemed as though it might be even more than that... some sort of personal something... almost like a vendetta or something...
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Roberts smiled as he stared at the ceiling. He smiled because the fact tickled him that Kingsley was charging him for a chair that he had brought from his own house because he didn't have one at his cubicle. He decided to show some sign of dignity and rise up, out of the termite infestation. He brushed himself off, picked up the pieces of the chair, stood at his desk working. He was reading through the old woman's police report about strange sounds she heard outside, after the the spirits pushed this ninja out the window. "Strange sounds afterward?" Roberts thought. "Strange." He then closed the report and decided hunching over a desk was bad for his back. So he off to find a chair and attempted to not encounter Kingsley while he was about it.
(Tuesday afternoon)
After Ninja Man had finished enjoying the comics, he rolled out of bed to go out and face villains. He looked into his mirror and saw that his mask was still on. "Hm... I never do that when I'm sleeping." He shrugged it off and ran out his tunnel. Completely without looking where he was going, he crashed into his guardian from Arabia. "Barta!? What are you doing here?!"
(Whoever wants to take this character may. He took in Ninja Man after his parents were killed)
Nick
Barta smiled.
"Attempting to walk. Yourself?"
Barta walked past Ninja Man and walked into his hideout and sat down on his bed. He placed his cane next to him, leaning up against the bed. He folded his arms, as he usually did when he had something very important to tell Ninja Man.
"So, how have you been? Have you noticed the affects of the medicine?"
((I hope this is okay, I figured since you and I are the most active posters that I could take it. Let me know if I divert from his character))
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Kingsley peered through the blinds of his office at Roberts. 'What an idiot...' he thought. Kingsley then turned and sat down at his desk, began checking his email.
((...meh. Couldn't think of anything smart. ))
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Looking as if he had just been caught doing something he shouldn't have been, Ninja Man lurked back through his tunnel into his room and replied to Barta, "Uuuuh. I've been alright." his eyes darted right and left, "The medicine? Oh, yes! I felt the affects. And this is the first time I've stood up in Two months!" He smiled beneath his mask knowing that Barta would be able to tell. The stern look on Barta's face caused the smile to fall away. Ninja Man quickly became serious and said, "I'm afraid I've attracted unwanted attention." He then noticed that Barta was tapping his hand on the paper Ninja Man left on his bed. He slumped his shoulders and asked, "What should I do? I've compromised everything!"
(Tuesday afternoon)
As Roberts grabbed one of the chairs from the waiting room, he glanced up and made direct eye contact with Kingsley, who was peering through the blinds of his office window. Roberts thought, "Oh dear. He probably thinks I'm an idiot." He pretended to drop something on the floor so he had an excuse to look away, but when he bent down to pick up this alleged, inanimate, object, he knocked his forehead on the back of the chair he just placed in front of himself. Even though the knock sent an attention grabbing echo that resounded through the whole office section, Roberts pretended as if nothing happened and walked quickly to his desk with his new chair. He peaked in Jennings's office window to see if he was off the phone, while he was walking by. Jennings had his chair facing the wall, but the phone wasn't on the base. Roberts assumed he would be waiting another twenty minutes or so.
(The only thing about Barta is that he's physically fit. He could lose the cane, but for this, it doesn't really matter. He could perhaps, just be putting on a show with the cane? Thanks for passing the ball so well with Kingsley, btw. )
Nick
((Way to catch the proverbial ball with Jennings, I loved it.))
(Tuesday Afternoon)
Barta put up his hand to stop Ninja-man from speaking.
"You haven't compromised everything. Firstly, remember, people are not very wise anymore. They will see the headlines, be amazed for a few days, if not only hours, and then they will move on. Singular exposure to a certain concept does practically nothing to a human's mind nowadays. Do not fret yourself, remember? It will not help at all."
Barta seem to move around a little bit to get more comfortable on the bed, then he looked up at Ninja-man as if ready for a long chat. He said, after a deep breath...
"Now tell me what exactly happened."
((Can I add another character in the office? Just for fun?))
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Ninja Man slumped against the wall and told his old mentor everything that transpired in the prior night. After hearing himself tell the whole story, he felt even more foolish. He looked at Barta and said, "I must be a disgrace to ninja kind! And old woman chased me out a window! And then her giant cat tripped me in its sleep!" Ninja Man slid down the wall and slouched against it. He could sense Barta's smiling, and though it made him feel even more foolish, in his childish mindset, it caused Ninja Man smile under his mask. Ninja Man dropped his head onto his knees and said, "I know, I know. I'm fretting. I'll stop." He emphasized "fretting". Ninja Man then slowly raised his head and spoke to Barta in a somber tone, "Barta, thinking back to last night, I remember sensing that I was being followed--or even watched." He then made eye contact with Barta and asked, "Do you think it's just the medicine again?"
((I completely forgot about another character. I wasn't thinking of using him in any sort of serious thing because I only used him the comics I wrote, But his name is Hallelujah Ahmed (Hal, to Ninja Man) from some Arab country. He's another ninja and he's Ninja Man's friend. If anybody wants to take him, feel free. Also, feel free to make up other characters if you want to.))
Jesse
Johnny Elm glanced down at the dagger in Rips hand, weighing the odds of taking him. unfortunately the odds were against him so he replied.
I was planning on using your information to make a quick buck by selling our unknown friend out to the highest bidder. as both you and i can see he has lost a lot of blood and thus will be weak for a while.
Johnny could see that Rip was deciding this out so he waited patiently, not knowing if he would fight or drink when the decision came out.
(I changed the name of my character just so you know.)
(Tuesday morning)
Ninja Man answered Barta, "No, I never saw anyone. And even at the time, I was never halted by sensing anything. I just... I don't know. Maybe since I feel like I've been out of sinc with the world for a while, I feel like everyone was out to get me. I'm probably just being a girl." Barta smiled. Then Ninja Man followed up, "And of course I left no trace..." He suddenly breathed in a gasp, and eyes then widened. He said in an urgent voice, "I did leave a trace, Barta! I must've bled all over that alley after I fell on that dumpster..." Realizing he just got himself in trouble, he then grimaced and looked over at Barta, who now had an unyielding, stern complexion. Ninja Man looked cornered for at least the fifth time in ten minutes. He mumbled his confession, "I fell on a corner of a dumpster and hurt myself." He glanced at Barta's unchanged face and added, "Yes, badly. But I'm fine now, honestly. Your medicine seems to help me heal." Ninja Man beamed a smile but then sat down. He knew he had a scolding--or something coming.
(Tuesday morning)
Roberts stretched his neck as far as he could to see if Jennings was finished yet. This chair was significantly shorter than his last one, but at least it was sturdy. "It'll most likely outlast my employment." Roberts thought, sarcastically. He thought about it again smiled. He thought about it again and chuckled out loud. He sat by himself, making himself laugh and forcing himself to stop. The officer behind him looked over his shoulder at him. Roberts saw him in the reflection of his computer monitor (Which, by the way, didn't have a computer attached to it.) so he gave a valiant effort to keep down his laugh. The officer looked back to his desk, and Roberts accidentally let out a snort. He pretended to go into a sneezing fit to cover and also, release some of the pressure. He checked his monitor again to see if the officer was looking back, and he saw Kingsley's stomach. Every last inner giggle instantly died a painless death. Roberts slowly leaned forward, as if he was getting a better look at a report. He then pretended to crack his back and turned around. He acted surprised and said, "Oh! Hello, Deputy Commissioner Kingsley! I have many police reports to report to you, and to you only, sir. I am eager and willing and a civil servant and I have a gun... and... uh. I will fight crime for... um, justice. I am strong. I... uh. I have a new chair. Eh hem! Yes, sir?"
(Monday night)
As Ninja Man desperately sprinted into the welcoming darkness of an alley, he felt his hip. His hand confirmed to his brain that he was soaked in his own blood. He felt a pain that he could only describe as powerful emanating from his whole right side; Falling from a third story window onto the corner of a dumpster would invoke such a pain. Perhaps sneaking into a house which he hadn't observed beforehand wasn't such a good idea. Suspicion that this house sheltered evil henchmen or perhaps a crime lord, intrigued the twenty-two year old ninja. However, the house was merely a private residence and sheltered an evil, old woman. While Ninja Man was sneaking through the house, this woman had woken up and flipped the light switch to the room he was in. This action startled him, so he turned to run, tripped over a sleeping monster of a cat, and fell through a window onto an unfriendly dumpster. Realizing that he had been seen for the first time in a great while stirred memories of the old loneliness which he had made friends with throughout his life. Back when he was the target of the hatred for many, merely because they didn't understand him. Putting this painful reminiscing aside, Ninja Man made it to cover and saw to his wound.
(Tuesday morning)
Alfred Jennings hopped down the steps to basement section of the Miami Police Department which he served at. He passed a deputy who beamed a smile at him and sold a, "Good morning, detective!" Jennings grew weary of the hollow friendships the other officers made with him. They made these, so called, friendships because of his fame he gained in his days he served with Scotland Yard. He acknowledged two officers as he passed the glass door's threshold to the office section. He was immediately intercepted by his boss, Richard Kingsley. Obviously, a proverbial bee was in his bonnet, and he of course wanted the one and only, Constable Jennings to get it out. Jennings had great respect for the man, and this respect would forever outlast any temporal anxiety Kingsley would cause him. But still, he didn't like being rushed into things, nor did he appreciate the attitude in which he would present his problems. And as faithful as the rising sun, Kingsley began his barking.
Nick
Kingsley had just gotten a phone-call which had been caused by another phone-call about some crazy "ninja" in some old lady's house. She claimed he was stealing her furniture and that when she turned on the light, in a spirit of revenge he attempted to kill her cat, Luigi. However, she claimed that because 7 years earlier she had put a spell of defense on Luigi, the cat survived and the "ninja" was thrown out the window for his harmful actions.
"I am so sick of this stupid, mystical garbage! Constable Jennings, surely you of all people could talk some sense into these foolish little detectives who can't seem to catch one freaking man! I mean honestly now!"
Kingsley, in another quick spout of rage, kicked over an innocent potted plant that unfortunately happened to be nearby.
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Scottie was doing his normal walk around the city at night, 'chillin like a villain' as he and his mates say, when he touched a bannister and felt something wet. Immediately pulling his hand back in disgust Scottie stopped in fear. Blood. Standing still, Scottie just listened to maybe hear the source of where this blood came from... he could only hear his heart at first...
Riley
(Monday night, continued)
After futilely attempting to examine the swath in his side for two minutes, Ninja Man decided to go back to his home where he had adequate light to see it. His home was the basement of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. After an agonizing twenty minute jog, he arrived at his destination. His adrenaline had kept him from feeling his deserved pain, but as he slowed down, the severity of his wound began to manifest itself. He started feeling dizzy, and his heart started pounding and causing his head to throb. The already present darkness became amplified and borderlined blackness. Everything seemed to be out of focus and blurry. He had been through all of this before, so he knew if he didn't take care of himself quickly, he would bleed to death. He finally got down to the basement and took his secret passage through a vent. He came out the other side into the small den that had become his home. The pain in his side was now extraordinary. He slowly untied his sash, gently unstrapped his katana, and carefully pulled off his shirt. The blood hadn't hardened yet, so the wound was still gaping and fresh. Ninja Man simply poured water into it and bandaged it. Then, with mind in a state of indifferent loneliness, he laid down on his bed and went to sleep.
(Tuesday morning, continued)
After Kingsley had nearly broken his foot on a pot, Jennings sighed respectfully after him, "Don't worry chief. I'll get right onto it." Jennings then went to his desk, which was nearly impossible to see beneath stacks of papers. As always, at the opening of a new case, he first searched out the papers that indicated whether or not he would be working with a partner, or who the would be partner would be. He discovered the folder and quickly opened it--not so much with excitement, but more with a curious anticipation. To his disappointment, he was working with a partner. "Blast!" he murmured to himself. He flipped over a few pages to find the name of this partner. "Roberts?! No!!" he shouted out loud. In explanation for this outburst, the only reason Terrel Roberts is a detective is that it was in his father's will that he would join the force. Also his father had known and worked with Kingsley for more than two decades and had recently died. Also, Roberts had a very... particular way about him, and this way rather annoyed Jennings. Though it doesn't require saying, Jennings was not excited about working with Roberts. Jennings dropped the papers down on his desk and plopped himself down in his chair. He sat pouting in disbelief for a minute and began slouching, which is commonly considered by Jennings, nigh unto sin. Then the phone rang, and he straightened up. He smiled, and in his excitement, he accidentally said out loud, "Karen!"
Nick
[Monday: 11:50 PM]
Rip smiled when he sniffed his hand which had previously picked up some strange substance on the ground. 'Blood, he's human' he chuckled to himself. Within seconds Rip was gone... and the only thing that was moving was the one piece of laundry two stories up which Rip had bumped while he jumped from the nearby wall-stair case up onto the top of the building. He had ran up the nearby wall, jumped back to the stair case then shot up the stair case at a ridiculous rate. Obviously he was used to the movement.
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Scottie had stood completely still... still enough to not be noticed by the dark figure which had ran into the nearby alley, stopped, bent down and touch the ground, then climbed swiftly to the top. Scottie was still a bit too scared for the next five minutes. Eventually he was able to shrug it off. Scottie whistled, just to remind himself that he was real and that he could hear. He just kept walking, trying to forget what he had just seen. Possible situations popped into his mind as to what that entailed. Most of them involved Marvel super-heroes...
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Ninja Man opened his eyes to see a familiar streak of light on the wall. The sun had been awake for eight hours now; this was a fact to Ninja Man because that streak of light was on the mark on the wall that indicated that the sun had been awake for eight hours. Seeing the light of the sun always invigorated Ninja Man, because it presented a greater stealth challenge than the night hours ever could. In the next moment, two things happened; Ninja Man jumped to his feet, and then Ninja Man cried out in pain. He had completely forgotten about his wound, so his wound promptly reminded him, and then told him to lie down very carefully. With an attitude, he disregarded the "lay down" part of the message and sat down on his bed. He held his breath and trembled, as he unwrapped the bandages. He was an extraordinarily fast healer due to a good friend's seemingly magic potion, so the great fissure that had been in his side the night before was now a serious scratch. Ninja Man grinned to himself and rose, this time, in a more respectful manor to his wound. A different tunnel than the one he entered the night before, led him out to a mail box, which Ninja Man was a regular alms giver of. He glanced left and right and scanned the buildings and streets for any women doing laundry, any children playing, any--well, anyone. He got his paper and read it on his bed to see if news of his prior, midnight antics had gotten out yet. "No, Ninja Man! You fool!" he stressed in a barely audible fashion. He wasn't really worried about his safety or his life-goal being compromised; It was more of a pride issue in that he was startled by and old woman, tripped out a window by a sleeping cat, and came away with a serious injury. "Ah, the imbued humility." he sighed to himself. He then apologized for his outburst to his pillow, which he had a profound respect for, and began reading the comics. This seemingly magic potion of his good friend was having a significant effect on the Ninja. He was losing his common sense, his reaction time, his nimbleness, and most importantly, his overall care for what pivotal events transpired in his life. The enemy was moving while Ninja Man was none the wiser.
Jesse
Johnny Elm waited by the chimney pot. He was a large and nimble man, one might even describe him as an elf, a big hulking elf, always causing problems for other assassins and common folk. He enjoyed life, maybe not like other people, but still it was enjoyable. A tile slipped on a roof, someone was drawing close. a dark figure dashed past, only to be grabbed round the throat by one of Johnny's hands.
Rip let out a hoarse cry. the air was slowly being squeezed out of him.
"Please, he cried, " I will do anything."
"Who are you chasing?" Johnny asked with a deep voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know that your an assassin and you usually just don't sprint around the rooftops for no reason, now TELL me what I want to know!"
Nick
Rip stared directly into the eyes of his assailant. Rip had been startled at first, now he was just mad. He slowly drew a dagger out of his left side of his belt and held it, point gently pressing into Gremlin's side.
"I'll do no more talking, Chubs. Back off and don't mess with what you cannot handle."
Gremlin let go and Rip backed up a little bit.
"That's better. Now, what the devil possessed you to grab my neck!?"
[[At first it startled me, but I like it, Jesse. Keep it up. Could you change your name to not have any numbers in it? It looks more professional that way... if not, I think I could get used to it eventually. Up to you.]]
Riley
(Tuesday morning)
Terrel Roberts stood up from his desk and closed the drawer that held the picture of his girlfriend. He took a deep, quivering breath and straitened to his full height of 5'7". He turned from his cubicle to go find this Alfred Jennings. Terrel was looking forward to working with Jennings and perhaps getting to know him, but he figured that the feeling would not be mutual, so he didn't get too excited. Terrel stepped to the side as two officers walked by, and he could see through Jennings' office window that he was on the phone. Terrel raised his eyebrows and decided to be considerate; He went back to his desk and re-studied the report of this alleged ninja attack. He thought to himself, "I wonder if dad ever had to do this sort of job. I can't imagine he'd ever get promoted to Deputy Commissioner if all he did was read the rantings of crazy old women." He sat back in his rickety, wooden chair and sighed, "Somehow he did it--so I can too." He kicked back and crossed his arms, but suddenly his chair cracked, and in a blink of an eye, Terrel was laying on a pile of kindling on the floor. He heard Kingsley shouting something and coming his way. Terrel just rolled his eyes and thought, "Oh, yeah. I can do it."
Nick
"Not again, not again..." Kingsley was saying as he walked into to the cubicle. As soon as he rounded the corner and saw what had happened he lost all emotion on his face and just stared at Roberts.
"Are you kidding me? I mean honestly... How many is this? I think I lost count around 7 BILLION! What is wrong with you, eh? Why do you break EVERYTHING! Ughh! That chair is coming out of your check, Roberts!"
Kingsley left as soon as he had come. He seemed to take out everything a lot harder on Roberts than anyone else... Probably because he was practically forced to hire him... but it seemed as though it might be even more than that... some sort of personal something... almost like a vendetta or something...
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Roberts smiled as he stared at the ceiling. He smiled because the fact tickled him that Kingsley was charging him for a chair that he had brought from his own house because he didn't have one at his cubicle. He decided to show some sign of dignity and rise up, out of the termite infestation. He brushed himself off, picked up the pieces of the chair, stood at his desk working. He was reading through the old woman's police report about strange sounds she heard outside, after the the spirits pushed this ninja out the window. "Strange sounds afterward?" Roberts thought. "Strange." He then closed the report and decided hunching over a desk was bad for his back. So he off to find a chair and attempted to not encounter Kingsley while he was about it.
(Tuesday afternoon)
After Ninja Man had finished enjoying the comics, he rolled out of bed to go out and face villains. He looked into his mirror and saw that his mask was still on. "Hm... I never do that when I'm sleeping." He shrugged it off and ran out his tunnel. Completely without looking where he was going, he crashed into his guardian from Arabia. "Barta!? What are you doing here?!"
(Whoever wants to take this character may. He took in Ninja Man after his parents were killed)
Nick
Barta smiled.
"Attempting to walk. Yourself?"
Barta walked past Ninja Man and walked into his hideout and sat down on his bed. He placed his cane next to him, leaning up against the bed. He folded his arms, as he usually did when he had something very important to tell Ninja Man.
"So, how have you been? Have you noticed the affects of the medicine?"
((I hope this is okay, I figured since you and I are the most active posters that I could take it. Let me know if I divert from his character))
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Kingsley peered through the blinds of his office at Roberts. 'What an idiot...' he thought. Kingsley then turned and sat down at his desk, began checking his email.
((...meh. Couldn't think of anything smart. ))
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Looking as if he had just been caught doing something he shouldn't have been, Ninja Man lurked back through his tunnel into his room and replied to Barta, "Uuuuh. I've been alright." his eyes darted right and left, "The medicine? Oh, yes! I felt the affects. And this is the first time I've stood up in Two months!" He smiled beneath his mask knowing that Barta would be able to tell. The stern look on Barta's face caused the smile to fall away. Ninja Man quickly became serious and said, "I'm afraid I've attracted unwanted attention." He then noticed that Barta was tapping his hand on the paper Ninja Man left on his bed. He slumped his shoulders and asked, "What should I do? I've compromised everything!"
(Tuesday afternoon)
As Roberts grabbed one of the chairs from the waiting room, he glanced up and made direct eye contact with Kingsley, who was peering through the blinds of his office window. Roberts thought, "Oh dear. He probably thinks I'm an idiot." He pretended to drop something on the floor so he had an excuse to look away, but when he bent down to pick up this alleged, inanimate, object, he knocked his forehead on the back of the chair he just placed in front of himself. Even though the knock sent an attention grabbing echo that resounded through the whole office section, Roberts pretended as if nothing happened and walked quickly to his desk with his new chair. He peaked in Jennings's office window to see if he was off the phone, while he was walking by. Jennings had his chair facing the wall, but the phone wasn't on the base. Roberts assumed he would be waiting another twenty minutes or so.
(The only thing about Barta is that he's physically fit. He could lose the cane, but for this, it doesn't really matter. He could perhaps, just be putting on a show with the cane? Thanks for passing the ball so well with Kingsley, btw. )
Nick
((Way to catch the proverbial ball with Jennings, I loved it.))
(Tuesday Afternoon)
Barta put up his hand to stop Ninja-man from speaking.
"You haven't compromised everything. Firstly, remember, people are not very wise anymore. They will see the headlines, be amazed for a few days, if not only hours, and then they will move on. Singular exposure to a certain concept does practically nothing to a human's mind nowadays. Do not fret yourself, remember? It will not help at all."
Barta seem to move around a little bit to get more comfortable on the bed, then he looked up at Ninja-man as if ready for a long chat. He said, after a deep breath...
"Now tell me what exactly happened."
((Can I add another character in the office? Just for fun?))
Riley
(Tuesday afternoon)
Ninja Man slumped against the wall and told his old mentor everything that transpired in the prior night. After hearing himself tell the whole story, he felt even more foolish. He looked at Barta and said, "I must be a disgrace to ninja kind! And old woman chased me out a window! And then her giant cat tripped me in its sleep!" Ninja Man slid down the wall and slouched against it. He could sense Barta's smiling, and though it made him feel even more foolish, in his childish mindset, it caused Ninja Man smile under his mask. Ninja Man dropped his head onto his knees and said, "I know, I know. I'm fretting. I'll stop." He emphasized "fretting". Ninja Man then slowly raised his head and spoke to Barta in a somber tone, "Barta, thinking back to last night, I remember sensing that I was being followed--or even watched." He then made eye contact with Barta and asked, "Do you think it's just the medicine again?"
((I completely forgot about another character. I wasn't thinking of using him in any sort of serious thing because I only used him the comics I wrote, But his name is Hallelujah Ahmed (Hal, to Ninja Man) from some Arab country. He's another ninja and he's Ninja Man's friend. If anybody wants to take him, feel free. Also, feel free to make up other characters if you want to.))
Jesse
Johnny Elm glanced down at the dagger in Rips hand, weighing the odds of taking him. unfortunately the odds were against him so he replied.
I was planning on using your information to make a quick buck by selling our unknown friend out to the highest bidder. as both you and i can see he has lost a lot of blood and thus will be weak for a while.
Johnny could see that Rip was deciding this out so he waited patiently, not knowing if he would fight or drink when the decision came out.
(I changed the name of my character just so you know.)
(Tuesday morning)
Ninja Man answered Barta, "No, I never saw anyone. And even at the time, I was never halted by sensing anything. I just... I don't know. Maybe since I feel like I've been out of sinc with the world for a while, I feel like everyone was out to get me. I'm probably just being a girl." Barta smiled. Then Ninja Man followed up, "And of course I left no trace..." He suddenly breathed in a gasp, and eyes then widened. He said in an urgent voice, "I did leave a trace, Barta! I must've bled all over that alley after I fell on that dumpster..." Realizing he just got himself in trouble, he then grimaced and looked over at Barta, who now had an unyielding, stern complexion. Ninja Man looked cornered for at least the fifth time in ten minutes. He mumbled his confession, "I fell on a corner of a dumpster and hurt myself." He glanced at Barta's unchanged face and added, "Yes, badly. But I'm fine now, honestly. Your medicine seems to help me heal." Ninja Man beamed a smile but then sat down. He knew he had a scolding--or something coming.
(Tuesday morning)
Roberts stretched his neck as far as he could to see if Jennings was finished yet. This chair was significantly shorter than his last one, but at least it was sturdy. "It'll most likely outlast my employment." Roberts thought, sarcastically. He thought about it again smiled. He thought about it again and chuckled out loud. He sat by himself, making himself laugh and forcing himself to stop. The officer behind him looked over his shoulder at him. Roberts saw him in the reflection of his computer monitor (Which, by the way, didn't have a computer attached to it.) so he gave a valiant effort to keep down his laugh. The officer looked back to his desk, and Roberts accidentally let out a snort. He pretended to go into a sneezing fit to cover and also, release some of the pressure. He checked his monitor again to see if the officer was looking back, and he saw Kingsley's stomach. Every last inner giggle instantly died a painless death. Roberts slowly leaned forward, as if he was getting a better look at a report. He then pretended to crack his back and turned around. He acted surprised and said, "Oh! Hello, Deputy Commissioner Kingsley! I have many police reports to report to you, and to you only, sir. I am eager and willing and a civil servant and I have a gun... and... uh. I will fight crime for... um, justice. I am strong. I... uh. I have a new chair. Eh hem! Yes, sir?"