Gotham City (Actual RP)

She too her hand and pushed him off. Having him rolled to the side she sat up crossing her legs. " having trouble bats" she smirked as she looked down at his unmovable body. " you should really get under the covers . You'll fetch a cold sleeping like that. " she covered her mouth partly as she laugh. The vines moving around the room like snakes just wondering about . She looked down a them while wine moved over her foot. She looked back at batman and gave him a smug look. " don't be getting cocky bats I am poison ivy and you are in y domain " she had ran her fingers through her hair. " my power is far more greater than yours." She flicked her hair away releasing more pheromones just because she wanted to teach little bats that her powers do not weaken.
 
That did it. He was broken and ready to do anything she wanted. He had failed to prove he wasn't a pig. He was too far gone to return unless she willed him to. His muscles relaxed and his mind ached. mentally, and physically, she had him. He couldn't resist her anymore. For the first time, she had broken him. He waited for her too kill him. He knew that was where this was leading. "You win." Batman says defeated. "I have no control over my body any more. Just kill me already, that's where this is leading anyway." Batman said. He wasn't accustomed to losing, and he never Ivy would be the one to put him at her mercy. But all he knew was she was gonna humiliate, and kill him. "You're going to prove I'm nothing more than a pig. Then end it right?" He more stated than asked.
 
The footsteps sounded in the Funhouse, his, funhouse. Then there was the sound of mad laughter. His laughter echoed through the Funhouse, so much even that some of his henchmen heard it.


"Ah, he's just going crazy again, nothing to worry about," One of the elder henchmen had said.


"Yeah, but most of Gotham thinks him dead, remember, how's he going to make his comeback?" The newer one asked.


There was a gunshot, and the newer henchmen fell down, blood pooling from him.


"How am I going to make a comeback? Simple, really. I'm going to fill the police station with laughing gas, kill everyone inside, and then go after City Hall, and take the mayor hostage. Hehehehe. Ahahaha! HAHAHAHA!" Joker yelled, and laughed, the insane smile upon the green haired man's face.


Joker stood at about 5'8. He was very pale, white skinned, even. His lips red, and his teeth, however, he had started to keep white, he didn't want to need to find a dentist. That was just mad! He had on a purple suit, unmistakable.


"Oh Harley!? Where are you? I'd think my Harley would want to have as much fun as I will!" He yelled out, hoping Harley heard him.
 
((Alright guys. I didn't think you would get this far in one night, but because it is moving so quickly I am going to say that you should post in the order that you signed up (unless there is specific interaction between two characters, then you do not have to follow that until your conversation or battle is over). I just don't want anybody to get lost, because literally in a few hours we already have three pages, all of which I still have to read, haha. Damn, you all work fast. I'd like to make a post, being that I haven't for this whole time, and then we can start with the order from there. So is this okay with everybody? ))
 
(I don't know... I would but I don't knoe how frequently Captain Magnus will post... I don't wanna wait for days just for him to post so I can post.)
 
(( Woo first post! I know that I'm violating the whole post according to order rule, but I just couldn't wait to post ;-;


Note that Batter's dialogue is a darker blue than Finnick's dialogue. ))


A certain blonde-haired man stood alone in a rather sparsely decorated bathroom, a white towel wrapped haphazardly around his bony waist, right cyborg hand dangling helplessly at his side, left human hand pointing enthusiastically at his own reflection.


"You'll no' mess this up!" He gave a cheesy grin, his glasses elevating on his nose. "No sir, you're par' robot, you can do this!" His grin became a cheeky smirk, "An' nobodys' gonna laugh at you this time."


He continued on in this manner even when brushing his teeth, and getting dressed, and tripping over a shoe, and spilling his coffee, and nearly disabling his arm, and breaking a glass, and dropping his toast, and leaving the sink running, and accidentally going to the wrong floor--until finally he was out of his apartment, and into the darkness of Gotham.


A stoic darkness perforated from almost everywhere in the city, and Finnick found it something hard to cope with. The city's blocky skyline watched him, grey cement closed around him, and the whirlpools of people tapering off into a cesspool of crime grew into a deadly crime central that tugged on his heartstrings, but in a way that ebbed into paranoia.


Finnick gave a quick glance at his surrounding, and started on his way down the street.


He was rather obvious under a certain light, his lanky, pale form clothed in a white lab coat, off-white shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, an aura of uncertainty bellowed from the lanky stride and the occasional flex of pale knuckles.


Finnick had been walking with his eyes cast downwards, entirely missing the lean figure of a man dressed in a baseball uniform until he had bluntly collided with him, sending his body back onto the ground while the baseball man took a step back and simply watched the taller man sit on the pavement.


Two pale blue eyes suddenly met four bright red orbs.


Neither of them moved, one stood still from terror, the other, in confusion.


Four red eyes, four red eyes glared at him with an indefinable emotion. And Finnick was utterly paralyzed. Who was this man, what was this man? Why was he so imposing, so threatening, so terrifying, why did he have so many eyes?


Meanwhile the man simply stood stiffly at attention, slightly darker red pupils darting around the pale frame of the other man. He locked on the person's lab coat, Eastern Institute of Radiation Science and Technology. E.I.R.S., he realized, and a startled expression darted into his eyes before snuffing itself out with a cold, hard glare.


"Get up." His voice dripped with heavy disgust, and Finnick quickly found himself complying to the order.


(( Oh my God that was terrible! Damn it writer's block, why do you have to make my life so hard and leave me all, unable to write in a legible manner and such ;-; ))
 
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because we have to post in order from who registered, I don't want to be limited to waiting for certain people to post not knowing when they will post
 
Stop being inconsiderate and rude , ever think the he has a life so of course he can't post back to back like you can. Not even I can so be patient it's not going to kill you
 
Don't apologize to me apologize to him. Before saying something think what they do, how do you know he doesn't work or he's not in college or may e he's rasing kids.
 
I am passionate, doing this is something I really enjoy. 
but we need a different order of posting, what if this RP takes off and we have loads of people? The pattern isn't going to be enjoyable for anyone because we'd be waiting for tons of people to post before we could do anything else.
 
(( Ok guys, let's just forget about it. Post when you want. Keep Captain, he's awesome. And just post, man alive, we cannot let this R.P. die!


Also, let's try to keep O.o .C. at a pleasurable minimum, thank you. ))
 
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