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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 10:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 12:03 am
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Geraldo was born into wealth and an easy life. He was trained to fight in both martial arts and with an edged-rapier since he was old enough to hold a sword. He loved these training sessions but was never allowed to use his skills. He would sneak out at night to pick fights just to satisy his lust to prove his superiority. This was not his only secret. He also kept a bigger secret from his family, the secret that he could teleport. He continued living this double life for four years until he was sixteen. One day, the circus was coming through town. Geraldo was quite anxious to go, but his parents would not let him mingle with those urchins and freaks. He was determined to go, so he decided to sneak out as he did everyday. When he got there he was astonished when they told him they didn't take credit cards. "Who doesn't take plastic?" he thought. The money taker pointed him to the nearest atm. He withdrew four-hundred dollars and paid his way in, amazed to get bills of five and one. It had been so long since he had seen those he had forgotten what they looked like. After the ticket booth he found the freakshow first. They asked for fifty cents to get in leaving Geraldo amazed how the circus made money two quarters at a time. He shrugged and went in. First was the most amazing woman he had ever seen. She had a second head, third arm, and third leg. He had heard that such freaks as siamese twins existed, but had never seen a real one. Next came the beard lady. Again something he had never seen in his life. Up next came the grossed thing he had ever seen, the caveman. The caveman was dressed in a loincloth and was eating a raw cut up pig. Geraldo ran from the room and puked into the nearest trash can at the sight of this atrosity. After that he decided to avoid the freakshows. He headed towards the midway and enjoyed all the blinking lights and sounds of the games. "Hey boy! Care to throw a couple hoops to get an overstuffed teddy for your mom?" a game operator called at him. "I'd be convinced to throw a couple if you'll shut up," Geraldo retorted. He walked up payed the man five dollars for five throws and missed them all. "Ah, bad luck. You almost had one of them. Maybe you could make the next five?" the operator said. Geraldo looked at him with disgust and handed him another five dollars. He shot and missed them all again. Geraldo stuck out a twenty and bargained with the operator, "I'll just buy the teddy." "Good choice my good fellow." Geraldo looked in disgust at all the other games and walked away, throwing the teddy in the trash on the way. This time the main event posters caught his eyes. A daring tightrope walker was to be performing soon. Geraldo found the big tent in the middle and was asked for five dollars to enter. He offered two hundred if he could get a ringside seat and no one next to him. They graciously kicked a family of seven out of the way to fill his request. After a good half-hour the lights went out and a spotlight shone on the center. "For the good ladies and gentleman we will now begin the main event! We have a rare guest from austrailia. Howard "TIghtrope" Hulia. He will be crossing this tight rope sixty feet above us!" The spotlight zoomed to the rope. There was a man waiting his cue on one platform on the left. when the light hit him he waved through a gigantic round of applause. When the noise died he took his first step. than his next step, and continued until he was on the other side. "Now, for your viewing pleasure, Tightrope will do it again. This time, we will REMOVE the net!!!" The crowd booed loudly. "You want more you say?" "YES!!!" the crowd roared. "Than we will set the net on FIRE!!!" Again the crowd roared. "And he will walk the rope on his hands?" the anouncer said questioningly. The crowd roared its approval of the promised feet. Again the spotlight went to the tightrope walker. Tightrope flipped up on his hands and took his first step. He took a second. On his third step his hand slipped and he began to fall. The crowd began to scream but sighed as he caught the rope at the last moment and pulled himself up. He went back to a handstand and continued across. Halfway across the tightrope walker slipped again. The crowd held their breath as he reached for the rope, but missed! Instantly the crowd screamed. Geraldo stood up and watched. Halfway down for the tightrope walker, Geraldo dissappeared, caught the walker and reappeared in his spot. The spotlight instantly went to him in his seat setting the walker down. He looked into the light, saw reporters coming from everywhere and did the only thing he knew to do. He teleported to his room at home. He spent half an hour cursing himself for revealing his power in front of everyone like that. What would he do? They had it on film. Just as he had decided to let it go and hope his parents didn't watch the news that night, his mother called him. He went out the door and down the stairs. "Yes mom?" He asked. "Where were you?" his mother questioned him. "I was training." Geraldo lied. "Where?" she interrigated him further. "Out in the forest." Geraldo said trying to give a place they wouldn't have looked. "You know not to go out there. It's dirty and unclean. Now, go wash up and go to bed. Your father and i shall discuss your punishment when he gets home," his mother said in a way that meant the discussion was over. Geraldo did as his mother said and had a restful night. He was awoken suddenly to the sound of three doors slamming simeltaniouslyfollowed by one more. He stood up when he heard the doorbell ring. When he looked out the window he saw a black limo with french flags on it and a group of six men led by one more, all wearing black. The doors opened and they walked in after a minute or two. Waiting a couple minutes to avoid the boring parts of a business talk, Geraldo teleported right outside his dad's office. "What is this tape?" he heard his father ask. "It is something I saw on the news last night," a strange voice answered. The sound of the tv being turned on was heard follwed by a vhs being put in. What followed horrified him. It sounded exactly like the tightrope walker event the night before. "That is why the french army needs your son," the voice said once the tape was done. "My son is a freak!" he heard his mother sob out. "No, he is a super!" the strange voice defended him. "And i need him. I, the French Commander Joffier, shall use him to persuade the supers in a town called vancouver..." Geraldo teleported to his room at that. He flung over to his computer and looked up vancouver. He saw a picture of a skyscraper lined sky filled with cars. He grabbed a couple things, thought of his destination and was atop a tall office building in Vancouver.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 1:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:07 am
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Terron awoke from a night of long needed rest. He sat up in the medical bed, rubbing his arm. It had been three months since his injury and he had finally healed. He lifted himself up, and off the bed. His head throbbed slightly. The damage done to his brain could only be partially healed. However, his injuries were the last thing on his mind. After being cooped up in the medical bay for so long, he wanted to get out and enjoy the day. He started off by using the elevator to get to his room on Static's floor. He dressed himself, putting on a dark green leather jacket, and grabbing his, now modified, biker helmet on his way out. He then found his way outside, entering the public section of the garage. Terron's face beamed as he looked over his green and black ducati. He hopped on, put on his helmet, and drove away, zigzagging through the streets of Vancouver. He was free, and this time... it was going to stay that way.
Upon entering mid-city, Terron's helmet began to feel tight. He stopped for a moment and took it off to loosen the strap.
(I'm gonna ROCK your world!)
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:29 am
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On a tall office building in Vancouver, there was a small shimmer accompanied by a faint whoosh of air. A blink of an eye later, Geraldo stood there. He overlooked the city from atop this high vantage point. It was breath taking. The city was amazingly tall and the air was crisp and warm. That was when he noticed a large streak of ice on the other side of the city. He ran towards the edge of the building and, instead of stopping at the edge, leaped off the side. He smiled and laughed as the wind whipped by his face and watched as the ground grew closer. Bigger and bigger it seemed to get the longer he let himself fall. A mere moment before he become just another splatter on the pavement, he dissappeared in a shimmer of light. Several blocks closer to the ice path, he rematerialized in an apartment building room. Unable to slow down enough after his fall, he ran hard into the wall. After letting the birds floating above his head fly away, he stood up, brushed himself off and teleported to the roof. Just as he refound the ice trail, he heard the roar of a motorcycle amongst the din of cars. the motorcyclist was clad in green from head to toe and was striding a green ducati. He pulled into a parking lot and started fiddling with his helmet. Geraldo took the oppurtunity to vanish and reappear behind a car in the parking lot and walked out from behind the car. Approaching the motorcyclist, Geraldo said," That's a nice bike. How could an urchin like you afford such quality?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:58 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:05 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:16 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:21 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:53 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 1:56 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 12:11 pm
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Dimitri Noel rolled 20 100-sided dice:
91, 21, 57, 70, 77, 80, 60, 36, 61, 44, 27, 63, 52, 82, 4, 100, 40, 78, 6, 28
Total: 1077 (20-2000)
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 2:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 9:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 10:11 pm
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"Alright, enough of this computer stuff." d**k said, wiping his tired eyes and pushing his chair away from the massive supercomputer array in front of him. He had spent most of the previous night running logisitics, tracking various individuals of interest, and running some improvements to the already advanced security of the building.
Tired as he felt from the computer work, he knew the best way to wake up was a little stretch, so he headed towards the elevator, using his keycard and the newly installed iris scanner to open it.
In he went, and up he went, heading to the top floor and into his room. A quick change into costume later, and he exited the building via his favorite secret escape hatch.
A little free run around the city would wake him up, and reveal all the secrets the computers failed to pick up on...
Like the newly formed dome on the street below. He kept an eye on it, staying on his perch at the top of the building.
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