"Nice post but why hasn't anyone mentioned my guy being drunk or being there "
i thought i mentioned him being drunk...maybe i didnt sorry i'll go back and add a paragraph about him haha : ) "
OOOOOOOOOK
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i added a paragraph its the 2nd one i think : )
@mattersuit: you should let other people get in on the action and post less, its exciting to post but unless you letit build off of what is actually happening from other characters points of view then it will only allow your posts to be so-so
haha WOW! look out eveyone else...the care bears will beat you down with their creepy songs and "care bear stare" haha...i feel lame that i remember that : /
She was over taken by several emotions all at once, shock, embarassment, surprise, and gartitude. Her head began to spin as she lost her nerves as she had become half her height and was transported back to her younger years. For she felt like a little girl all over again as she gazed onto the heroes that had just arrived. Not the most glamorous team or what she necessairly thought of heroes but still they were here and she was happy. For one her childhood fantasy had come true she surrounded by masked vigilantes, caped crusaders, the weaks avangers (all these headlines floated in her head for her next piece), and secondly she had made the threats of hurting those goliath monsterous men, but in the end would have proved ineffective to their shere might.
There was a drunkard bent over in the shadows, he had vomited and walked over as if he would topple to the ground at any moment. Daphne was puzzled by him, had he been the hero to create all that ruckus earlier. Or was this a mere homeless man mad with an elixir that brought back his better years. Whatever the case he had a matured odor to him to built an invisible wall around him and whatever living creature were to come near. She kept her distance from him, unsure of his santity and cleansliness, a young man stepped up to do battle with the thugs.
The young man rubbed his knuckles against the ground, and instead of there being blood there was sparks that sprung up. Daphne was perplexed by this strange occurance as she rubbed her own knuckles, she could only imagine the pain he must have felt. Until another surprise made her eyes go wide in amazement. He began to transform right in front of her eyes. Into what she was unsure, in fact she had been unsure of things since she had stepped into the alley. Was he a demon of some sort? Had he become possesed by something and explained to brash actions and his newsly developed dark, cool, rough skin. No he had absorbed the very compunds on which she stood.
"By God! What is this madness!" Her eyes had become clouded by violent images of brutality as the once noble hero she had tried to deceipher had begun to knock the thugs back against the brick walls of the alley way. She had begun to fear for her life and the very lives of the young couple she had risked it all to save. She had begun to motion with her hand to the couple as they hid by a dumpster and cowered miserably in the corner. They tried desperately to cloak themselves with the shadow of the night as they watched the horrific fight right in front of their eyes.
"This way! Come on hurry!" The woman noticed and had to use all her might to pull the locked grip her lover had formed on her arm she tried to move. She lost his balance and fell onto the ground from his tight crouched fetal-like position. Daphne helped them out of the alley way to try and calm them down. But also herself, she tried to block the blood bath out of her head as she had noticed one other foreign looking hero joining in by the absorbing man's request.
Just focus on the story and helping these people, because after all that's what you originally wanted. Not this, not any of this really...just to help people. She pondered to heself these fluid thoughts that swam aimlessly in her head.She had an epiphany and realized in that moment that she wanted justice...just not the type where she had to break lives, but mend them to her best ability.
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