Fandom Hell's Kitchen Vol. 1 (Complete)

[GamerKitty205]

An earthquake was not something you assumed would happen because someone punched the ground. Nevertheless the quake was real and once Alina noticed it she immediately launched herself into the air, wings sprouting from her back.

Flying was apparently quite a good way to avoid getting injured in an earthquake it seemed. There was a few flying pieces of debris, but otherwise Alina had ended up just fine.

 

[Loki The Trickster]

Just as he turns around, running, convulsions in the concrete ruin his footing, the ground quite literally ripped from under his boots. He looks over his shoulder. Absolutely awe-struck. "...What the fuck? Did you just do that?"

He thinks about how he wouldn't be in this mess if his car hadn't been towed. Serves him right for parking in a handicapped zone. He doesn't normally walk the streets this late at night--he drives--but he's been able to handle trouble when he has walked these streets before in the past. Trouble as in heroin junkies wanting to score big bucks from a big shot, gangbangers vying for validity from their bosses, hobos trying to take what they don't have. Average Joes. Not superhumans. Though Jeremy has an ability of his own, he's very much out of his league here.

He doesn't even notice his wristwatch is missing. It's the adrenaline and dopamine and all the other neurochemicals that kick in when death is nigh.

 

[Two Fives]

Ballista wrenches her fist from a heap of debris. "Fuck," swears the woman, looking at her hand, a mess of red flesh and bone, a crook in three fingers that bends them impossibly to the left, knuckles ripped asunder like the woman had thrown them into the rotary blades of a kitchen blender. She has super strength, but durability? Not so much. A double-edged sword, so to speak. A glass cannon. "What're you still doing here? For God's sake, run!"

She runs immediately afterwards, leaving a trail of blood where she goes, and hides from the flashes of emergency service light in the dark of alleys, assuming them to be cops. She doesn't want to answer any questions right now.

 

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MARVEL'S

Hell's Kitchen

Paramedics wrench a dead woman and her Chihuahua out from the wreckage of a sidewalk. A casualty of the earthquake. Wrong place, wrong time. Police officers would've chalked it up as an accident, a natural disaster, but CCTV recordings reveal all. Soon enough, they're back at the street, apparently on the lookout for everyone at the scene as they show snapshots of the footage to residentials of 37th Street. No eyewitness has come forward yet, but it's only a matter of time. They urge residents to visit NYPD Precinct House 18 if they've seen anything--anything at all.

The hours continue on and the sun, with the advent of afternoon, rises from the horizon, painting silhouetted skyscrapers in gouache strokes of burnt orange and amber gold. Rise and shine.

Meanwhile, at Josie's Bar, the barmaid looks up and down at Wilson incredulously, with two shifty eyes, probably determining whether or not he's of age, then following jaundiced judgement pours him a pint, a white froth coating the top of the glass mug with a light film, and flashes her customer a professionally polite smile as she prices the beer at, “Fourteen dollars ninety nine,” a ridiculously gross overpricing. She does all of this so fast--so very fast--like second nature, having been in Josie's employment for a year, which she will ramble and run on to anyone who's bothered enough to ask.

At this time of day, the bar isn't so full. Six or so patrons occupy the tables, two of them sat on wooden barstools at the counter. The countertop is veneered oak, cleaned regularly but nonetheless covered here and there with translucent ring marks. Most chatter is about the earthquake that, in this area of town, only shook a few cups. Caipirinha is in the air.

 

[BackSet]

Wilson Mason
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Wilson handed the barmaid 15 dollars and took a sip of his beer. It had taken him a while to reach the bar, given that he was walking, so day had already come. It occured to Wilson that he hadn't slept in over twelve hours but, like with most things, he didn't really care.

He was content to just hang out in the bar for a while. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. Besides, it was actually a really pleasent environment. Kind of ironic for a bar that often had less than legitimate customers.

Like most bars there was a television set on the wall. The news was, as you might expect, all about the "earthquake." The reporter said that the police were urging any and all witnesses to go down to the Precinct. Wilson wondered if he should come forward. On one hand he didn't really lose anything from it. On the other hand he'd probably be involved in a lengthy court proceeding as a witness or something. He didn't know. He wasn't exactly a law expert.

However, there was one thing that was bugging him. They had CCTV footage. He was there so he was probably on that footage. He didn't want to get roped into this mess, but if he had to be he'd rather not be roped in as "the shady guy watching the scene of the earthquake so clearly something's up with him." As apathetic as Wilson was, he was still concerned for his own freedom. So he made a decision.

An indeterminate amount of time later...

Wilson had arrived at Precinct House 18. He wasn't sure how this worked so he just sort of went inside hoping that he'd find a lobby or something. He did. He walked up to the receptionist and just sort of jumped right in.

"Hi, my name is Wilson Mason and... I... I would like to report what I saw as an eyewitness to the scene of the earthquake."

He winced in pain. For some reason it was only just ocurring to him now that maybe he should have gotten someone to take a look at his wounds. But to be honest, who would actually do that. Certainly noone Wilson could afford.

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[GamerKitty205]

Alina had headed straight back to campus after the quake not wanting to be questioned or anything like that. Landing on campus her wings shrank and disappeared. She walked all the way over to her dorm hoping to sneak in without her roommate seeing.

That was of course thwarted when her roommate Aubrey was already awake with a mischievous smile. She had totally definetly been waiting for Alina. Definitely.

"Hi Aubrey....."

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[Loki The Trickster]

After a short night's sleep, Jeremy is at the police station too, but only because he's here to confer with clientele. Police officers inevitably ask him about the crime, but he's a lawyer, so he's a good talker and wiggles out of interrogative questions with flexible ambiguity. He only tells them how he's a victim of robbery and assault, that he didn't see much because it was, "Extremely dark. My sincerest apologies." Insincere lies, bald-faced and all. His ability tells him just what to say... just how to get this officer off his case (pun intended) without revealing much of anything. With the added bonus of learning confidential information no professional policeman would disclose--certainly not if he likes his job.

He's no snitch. It's bad for business.

Wilson on the other hand...

"I wouldn't if I were you," warns Jeremy in a gravelly whisper, stopping in front Wilson in the lobby. This happens long before Wilson can converse with any police, Jeremy seemingly having a talent for knowing things he shouldn't. "Snitches always get left in alleyways. Dead."

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[Environment]

The interior of the NYPD Precinct House is all steel and stone monoliths and linoleum flooring. Cops survey the floors with sheets of case files, coffee cups and, of course, doughnuts, all in a rush to get somewhere or something or someone. The occasional cop brings in a handcuffed crook, manhandling them as they shove them through the premises to holding areas. In the time Jeremy stops in front of Wilson, the receptionist has wandered off for her lunch break.
BackSet

Aubrey tells Alina about how she hooked up with Chad last night. She excuses it as a drunken fling, but a feeling of shame hangs over her all the same. She expresses paranoia over her boyfriend possibly finding out about the house party. You know, all the melodramatic nonsense that goes on in a college environment. She says she's running late to her Italian class and darts off.
GamerKitty205

 

[Daric J Fender]

White Rabbit made it back before daylight and entered the house through the window. He carefully shut it and layed himself down in bed. As soon as his eyes closed, his body shrunk, developed female proportions, long black hair, and tanned skin. The ears disappeared and his black suit vanished, revealing a fuzzy pink onesy.
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[Environment]

The television in White Rabbit's room is turned on. The noise might wake Kiara from slumber. Media outlets from the Daily Bugle to Fox News are all documenting the earthquake. Following a statement from law enforcement, the snapshots of CCTV footage are flashed across the screen. Bad lighting, monochromatism and 240p quality make the faces in the images extremely obscure. "Do you know these people?" the reporter asks. "Contact the NYPD at 555-6789." Should anyone check social media, a Twitter post--with over five thousand retweets--shows a winged woman, anonymised by distance, flying across New York City's skyline. It looks to be someone's iPhone footage, recorded from behind their window.
Daric J Fender

 

[BackSet]

Wilson Mason​

It was the guy who had been robbed. Now that Wilson saw him up close it was clear he was a pretty big guy. This did not scare Wilson in the slightest. Just another thing he couldn't care less about. Wilson simply stood there, looking up at the guy (the guy was bigger than him so he couldn't look at him eye to eye).

"Are you threatening me?"

Loki The Trickster

 

[Loki The Trickster]

"And what if I was?"

He's almost too tired to laugh, but he does, letting out a sardonic snicker. He blinks and, when he does, it draws attention to those empurpled circles that darken the creases of his eyes. When a policewoman walks by with a Starbucks coffee, he simply takes it from her, and the policewoman does nothing except continue walking, her fingers curled around what seems to be an imaginary cup. She even takes not one, but two sips, drinking only air. It's a very odd sight. The policewoman seems to think she still has her beverage at hand. The Trickster's ploys at work.

Jeremy takes one draught for a buzz of caffeine. "What would you do? Assault me in front of all these officers?"

BackSet

 

[BackSet]

Wilson Mason
​

"I don't think anybody is stupid enough to assult a big guy like you, regardless of who's watching." Wilson said, his expression never changing. "Especially not an unpowered guy like me."

That was a lie. Wilson did have powers. And if push came to shove he could use them to disable this big guy. He wouldn't even have to move. Granted, if this guy could move faster than he could think, he'd be down for the count. Luckily, Wilson thought rather fast.

Loki The Trickster

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

As he was walking home, Dion noticed a tremor in the ground. It didn't bother him too much-- New York has had stranger occurrences. However, as he was walking, he heard strange noises coming from a nearby alley. As he approached, he saw a man with a seemingly destroyed hand. Gasping, Dion took off his gloves and slowly came closer. "Uh.. Sir? Are you alright?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He was being cautious, since he didn't know the man just yet.

 

[Two Fives]

Swara hides out in alley to alley for much of the night, avoiding red-and-blue lights at every opportunity. On her way home, just as the sun shows stifling scarlet shades on its rise, Swara bumps into Dion in another of the alleys she ends up in.

"I'm a woman," Swara utters first of all. "Do I look like a man to you?" Maybe he can't see her properly. Alleys are dark, after all. She holds her broken hand in the other, the thing a bloody mess that drips and drops and dribbles. Her hand is, indeed, destroyed, flesh utterly sundered from the bone. From time to time, she winches, very obviously needing medical attention. But paranoia, as it happens, works up a distrusting defence.

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Dion took off his sunglasses, which were clouding his vision even more than the darkness. "Oh, ma'am, I'm so sorry! Wait... Your hand! I'm a doctor, ma'am, let me help-" He took a few steps closer, putting his gloves back on. He would use his powers, but, A, that would reveal his identity and, B, he could end up accidentally disintegrating her.

 

[Two Fives]

"Don't worry about it," grunts Swara.

"You're a doctor, are you? What luck." She doesn't question the coincidence, simply showing him her hand. Showing it to him in under a wan shaft of sunlight. It looks so much more worse. Imagine putting your hand under a lawn mower. This, here, would be the consequence. Looking at it makes the young woman grimace herself, her face clenched tensely in absolute agony. "Gonna need more than bandages, aren't you? All I got in my apartment is first-aid."

 

[Loki The Trickster]

With a swig from his cup, he so casually remarks, "She normally orders the Pumpkin Spice Latte," suggesting this isn't the first time he has played with that policewoman's head and, essentially, pickpocketed her coffee in broad daylight. Daring. She's still drinking air. Poor woman.

Jeremy only chuckles at Wilson with a withering, "Ha.” Even without his ability, the lawyer can sniff out lies like a basset hound--it's a talent of the trade, refined every time he steps into a courtroom. "Like I said, pal--don't,” he repeats. "You might think you're doing the right thing, but it's best to keep your head low. If you want to keep it, that is. That wasn't a threat--it was advice. Always listen to lawyers. They know their stuff."

BackSet

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Two Fives

"I don't need it just yet... But... This will hurt -- Are you ready for that?" He warned, taking one of his gloves off. Earlier, it didn't look too bad, but in the light, it looked like she would almost definitely need her hand amputated, if he didn't use his powers. And he wasn't going to let that happen on this watch - Regardless of if he was discovered.

 

[BackSet]

Wilson Mason
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Wilson shrugged. Maybe he should take that advice into account. But then again.

"I'm on the CCTV footage." He said, once again his tone and face never changing. "What do you suggest I do?"

Wilson was a paranoid person. He was here because paranoia had said "go here". But now he might not have made the best decision. Besides, if they wanted to question him, they'd have to comb Hell's Kitchen thrice over. He didn't have a home and he was always on the move. Besides, he could always make them just not care.

Loki The Trickster

 

[Loki The Trickster]

"Can barely see anything on that grainy footage," comments Jeremy as he finishes his latte. "Say nothing. But... if you do happen to get yourself into trouble, here's my card.” He offers him the card, then checks his wristwatch. Another luxury brand. Looks even more expensive than the last one. "Time's getting on. We'll meet again, Wilson." He knows his name, even though the man hadn't disclosed it to him, but before Wilson can question it Jeremy has already exited the police station.

BackSet

 

[BackSet]

Wilson Mason
​

Wilson has never told the man his name. It was strange, but it wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. Hell's Kitchen was full of weirdos and criminals. Mutants, experimental rejects, aliens? You name it, there's probably at least one in Hell's Kitchen. So maybe the man, Jermy Jordan according to his buisness card, was a mind reader. Wouldn't exactly be the first superpower that came to mind upon seeing Jermy but looks were deceiving. Especially in Hell's Kitchen.

Wilson turned to leave. Where too, he didn't know. But he did do one small thing. He snapped his fingers. This instantly put the police woman who Jermy had stolen coffee from into a state of apathy. That should keep her from mentioning anything relevant about him to anyone.

 

[Loki The Trickster]

As if he'd give his card to a hobo. Jeremy Jordan is only interested in the big shots with the big bucks. Looking closely, Wilson Mason finds the card is not a card, but his emptied coffee cup, which Jeremy had been too lazy to bin himself. An illusion. A trick from the Trickster, effectively glamouring lead into gold--because, yes, his card might as well be gold.

The Trickster heads down a few streets to his apartment, chuckling mischievously to himself all the while.

 

[GamerKitty205]

Alina sighed thankful that it was just gossip Aubrey had wanted to talk about and not why she was out in the middle of the night. Then again with all the escapades she had heard about Alina doubted Aubrey would really care. She began to relax before she remembered that she had class soon too! (Metaphorically) Fast as lighting she went and got ready for the day before heading off to class, barely making it to her biology class just in time.

Her teacher went on a small rant about how the earthquake was a wonderful way to observe the effect of natural disasters on local environments. After quite a bit more talking they dismissed the class 'early' even though the random rants kept the class from being shortened at all really.

After leaving class Alina checked Twitter and promptly cursed. A picture, a bad one but albeit a picture of her flying through the sky. Wonderful, well that's what she got for flying in practically broad daylight. Alina made her way to a nearby Cafe as she pondered the situation. It wouldn't be a problem, hopefully. Maybe it wouldn't come back and bite her in the butt, but even if she did no changing it now. After all once it's on the internet, it's not going to disappear.

 

[BackSet]

Wilson Mason
​

Well, he had gotten him there. The card wasn't really a card. But what was actually the point of giving Wilson anything? It wasn't like Wilson would need a lawyer. One quick snap of the fingers would be enough to avoid any sort of trouble. Speaking of trouble, he needed someplace to get patched up. Undoubtedly no place would take him. He didn't have money. Not enough to pay a medical bill. Maybe they would heal naturally without issue?

Yeah, probably not. But there was no way to get them fixed sp he just headed on his wya. Aimlessly wandering the streets and hopefully avoiding any sort of trouble. Hopefully.