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#1  Edited By SamRevlon

I think a lot of it has to do with the writers too.. I mean I knew a lot of kids growing up who preferred Batman over Superman, but imagine if Batman had been a murderer? That'd be rather grim to know your childhood hero was a killer and I dont think a writer would want to do that when after all these years, he hasn't killed for morals, reasons.

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@k4tzm4n said:

@Deranged Midget said:

They were all fantastic, but Heath Ledger's Joker stands out the most.

This.

I second 'This.'

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I don't think Batman really died, not that the ending was anything to hint at that. Its just that throughout the movie he did a lot of un-batman moves, by getting caught and revealed by the police as well as showing up on the 10'o clock news. I think if he does come 'back' it would probably be more low-key, not really out there, but just have a quiet presence amongst gotham's citizens and thugs. I really don't see Blake taking up the mantel so quickly either, sure probably down the line ( as in the movie after next ) but not that fast. I'd sure hope not. >_>;

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I used to work at a movie theater, so I kind of know how security protocols go. Even on big showing nights such as premier we had two officers present along with staff security in case we had a rowdy crowd. They were armed too, with pistols, but it was a big chain theater. (At least in So Cali) however I couldn't help but wish we had metal detectors because I still knew that even with all that, there's just that potential..

In Los angeles they had metal detectors too, I can understand how they get tedious if they go off prematurely, but the movie theater should have simply staffed more protection. At least it would have stopped someone just waltzing in..

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It wasn’t as if Samantha had any plans on dying anytime soon and from the looks of it, Elijah managed to stay bullet free – if only because it helped enable the chances of their survival to increase slightly. In the scheme of things, it wasn’t easy – Swartz had numbers over their level of battle skill and fatigue was beginning to crawl in.

‘KABOOM!’ There was an explosion that hit the side of the armored Humvee – enough to lift the ton of weight onto two tires as the driver, Sam, fought for control. The hands on the wheel tightened to make her knuckles turn white, but the weight and the curve of the road was against them… A crushing grip met Samantha, a quick reminder that often, she had forgotten how physically strong Elijah naturally was. It made sense then that his grip alone could crush a man’s throat if enough pressure was applied…

‘BAM!’ Another explosion went off, though this time the RPG-7 rocket had cracked the window, glass, shattered under pressure and her face was jammed into the pocket of Elijah’s arm for protection. She’d be a hindrance without her sight, but Elijah’s intentions were less practical and more on the factor of simply keeping her safe. With the adrenaline fading, she found that this line of guerilla warfare wasn’t her strongest suite and the pain and panic set in – when that lithe form couldn’t slip from the seatbelt. With a few quickening, shallow breathes, she fidgeted and fought to undo the seatbelt until a blade came in contact with her skin and thigh – but rested flat and in one swift motion cut the belt that held her bound.

Gentle hands, smeared with the smell of gun-powder and death came to rest on her face, cupping them as he gave her a request. It was something to keep her on task, focused, rather than lose herself in the eye of the storm as chaos was beginning to creep. 10 seconds, she chanted in her head, so all she had to do was count, right? Climbing out of the wreckage, she crawled on her belly and out of the window, a breath passing – 1… Getting to her feet and from the vehicle she moved forward, stumbling in her footing, but her mind kept up – 2… The men approaching were shouting – 3 and then screaming as Elijah returned fire – 4. A stray bullet snuck up from the hail fire as she reached the curve of the mountain and planted into the back of her Kevlar, but the impact and bite was still enough to send the young woman down. – 5. She could hear Elijah calling out, panicked, but she bit her tongue and shouted a simple, “Don’t underestimate me!” Which halted her husband in his tracks, rather than ranking a suicide mission to her side, just because she fell.

Glancing upward she saw Swartz loading the gun as two men began firing in her direction. Retrieving a knife from her back pocket, she chucked it and it planted, right between one man’s eyes as he fell, lifeless. “Ten,” she whispered, lifting a CM901 to her side, having stolen it from the corpse that fell her way. Pulling the sights in line, she fired a few rounds, striking the men that rushed in front of Swartz and hitting Swartz in the left knee. Collapsing in pain, he fired that remaining rocket, but to Elijah’s luck – it killed a few men. Samantha then dropped the weapon and charged him, as it the clip in the ammo was empty. Her knee struck his jaw, reeling him back and with a large yell, she thrusted her elbow into his chest – but found it blocked by the palm of his hand.

“You’re the one that shouldn’t have underestimated me,” he chuckled and threw a heavy right hook that caught the corner of her temple. In a whip like motion she struck the grassy dirt, lifeless for a moment, but with ringing in her ears – and Swartz near, she collected herself. Throwing out her left foot into that wounded leg she heard a satisfying yell, a dark grin livening up her features for a brief moment. With her opposite foot she kicked upward, but only succeeded in having her knee against his chest when he climbed above her. An 8-inch dagger at his hip, was thrust toward her heart, all of which she blocked with both her hands, straining to keep that metal from dancing into her chest. The blade had began to cut at the young woman’s palms, but the closeness had allowed her to see Swartz maddening expression.

“You ruined everything, he was such a marvelous puppet and then you came along… I’m going to kill you.” He whispered, harshly.

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Emptiness – was all she felt: it surrounded Samantha like a weeping willow that hung over her head. The chaos that ensued outside was intense, enough to shock her into an inebriated state that was both a mixture of tranquility and madness. Everything was washed out like a flash bang to the ear – a slight ringing noise filled her senses, heartbeat thumping in her throat and a dry cotton mouth left her speechless. With her tongue unable to find a place to settle in her mouth – it continued to move about, as those large onyx hues swept the surface of a rather pristine clean kitchen.

Outside was where the chaos was mostly at – an enemy hind was not too far off and all her maternal skills were beginning to kick in. Out-running it was out of the question, even in the thicket of woods, that hind could still reach top speeds of up to 335 kh/m and it was no doubt being manned by skilled pilots – sent in to take out two very important defective agents. With her back, pressed against the wall – the cushion of the Kevlar supported her spine as that lithe, limber frame held a Winchester 1886 modeled shotgun. It had been refurbished with a bit of help (well actually a lot) from Walker, who couldn’t resist putting his grubby hands on it at any passing chance. It held a wooden finish, to keep the classic look and was outfitted with a kick grip for her.

It was a classic, but that only translated to an outdated model – considering the sort of enemy and intel they were up against. Except in this case – it was about to be the only thing that would work before a short EMP blast went off. Two had entered through the window, quickly on Samantha’s six and the shouts of Elijah from outside didn’t go unheard. She simply couldn’t respond for the time being without compromising her position – sliding further down, she watched as two NATO soldiers moved forward, one tapping the other on the shoulder before pressing in further. With a slight incline on her right heel, she leaned a majority of her weight to the right footing and pressed the shotgun just under her armpit, firing two heavy ‘thumps’ into the back of the men’s head and picking up the communication link.

“Don’t worry you big crybaby, Mrs Walker doesn’t die so easily…” She mouthed off slightly and looked down at the pool of blood that was clinging to her boots. It was thick and dark, with a bit of bodily matter sprayed against the wall like some sort of Van Gough replica. With another inhale, she turned her sight away from the trauma before it left nightmares and reloaded the weapon, before peering out the door. “You ready?” With a slight signal nod from her husband, Samantha denoted the EMP from an electronic module at the door – it shot off like a rocket and then with some sort of electric pulse, things went ‘dark.’ The hind that had been approaching them was affected and while the pilot fought for control, it spun wildly out of it, until it landed behind the house – the heavy explosion was felt in the pit of her stomach. With all sights down, Elijah was forced to rely without a holograph to aim and the good old fashion eyeball of his.

Sam was now pressing forward, with body the enemy stunned and confused – she held a sort of slight calm strafe; pulling the Winchester to aim and pressing down on the trigger. Each shot rang through her chest and lips, but for the most part she held a bit of protective ear cuff that minimized any potential damage. They were picked off until the enemy began to reorganize and Samantha, had reached Elijah. Tilting her head in the direction they were meant to go, they ran, slightly, not enough to exhaust them – but enough to stay ahead of the enemy. Claymores, C4, and sights were down – it would be awhile before the open field could regain a magnetic pulse from the satellite – but what did work was the basic weaponry. The ones that didn’t require high technology, sights or for that matter, anything to do with computers.

The few that gave chase, hit trip wires with frags strung to them and a sea of explosion and body parts landed near and around them, a chill of warm blood struck Samantha in the arm. The enemy was now running in the dark and the few that dared to remained only awaited further booby traps. By the time they had reached the back shed, Sam stood watch as Elijah had opened up the shed to reveal a gunner turnnet that was mounted on a Humvee. It would be the only thing that would work as the shed was meant to protect the motor from the electronic pulse, as well as a separate encasing to around the CPU to ensure their ride would start. Taking it by chance, Samantha hopped into the driver seat and turned the key – sighing a breath of relief when it turned over and started. The only other open seat was toward the back gunner – that was mounted on top. The lives of those who usually held those were a minute and a half, but for Samantha – she was hoping Elijah could stay alive at least two minutes until they reached the clearing. With him ready and her behind the wheel, she pressed forward on the gas – bullets lit up the windshield but not cracked through – some came close, but the heavy firing from above had ceased any possible action of death by the driver. Wheels had spun out as the smell of smoke began to filter through the air…

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@shadowknight666 said:

@SamRevlon said:

She does. :'D I just can't keep my mouth shut and..

It's not a problem that its long running is it? P: I can't help it.. I always got something to write about. Plus its fun! XD

No! Of Course not! You guys have been writing a gripping, Dramatic RPG For four months now!

No Complaints!

P: Truth be told, I stalk your guys old post every now and then.

And Mercy! : D

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She does. :'D I just can't keep my mouth shut and..

It's not a problem that its long running is it? P: I can't help it.. I always got something to write about. Plus its fun! XD

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Lol. Personally I dont like Rogue and Magnet and in this case I will say its because of the extreme age difference, which I'm sure will tick a few comic viners into coming off as a white knight but oh well. The man is old, plain and simple - I'm sure they are reinventing him as a 'young-old' but he is well past his prime for Rogue. I'm not against him being in a relationship in general, but maybe with a woman who has more shared experiences. Rogue and Remy had a good thing going on but of course that doesn't make sells so here we are.. P:

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3 Months Later… New Zealand, Unmarked

A warm spring morning spilled into a stone marble kitchen – life had filled it with a running fridge and cast iron pots and pans that hung just above a working stove. A young woman was spotted in the corner, leaning against the smooth counter as she eyed a small white TV with rabbit ears: analog. The barefoot contessa held a pair of long shapely legs that were donned by a pair of soft white shorts and a soft grey tee that relaxed against her form. The black hair was pulled back into a sharp ponytail, long and near the length of her waist, as a few wisp of hair fell around. Smooth lips had puckered into a smile as she held a small conversation, but most of it was faint and hidden.

“Does he know yet, Sam?” A blonde woman was on the other end of the monitor and Samantha, carefully checked over her shoulder for signs of life – seeing none she shook her head quietly. “You could have at least invited me to the wedding,” a man with similar smooth features of Samantha leaned in over the blonde – but his skin was slightly lighter.

“No, but I think I’m going to tell him today…” She trailed off and found a voice near the kitchen door –

“Tell who what?” It was Elijah and he only made his presence known toward the last moment – a deliberate action on his part.

“Nothing!” She chimed in, a finger quickly rushing to the monitor as the ‘TV’ switched back to a cooking show. “Just me… Talking to myself,” her eyes glanced away as she turned around and greeted him with an overly warm smile. The silence between them was growing and so was her white smile – it was obvious, but when he didn’t press her for the information she in turn, rewarded him with something different.

“I made you lunch…” Extending that arm of hers – it trailed down the shapely bicep and smooth forearm to the small palm of her hand where a band was exposed on the ring of her finger. In her arms direction was the kitchen counter in the center of the kitchen – and on top was a white plate with his meal. It was her newest attempt at cooking – though this one was on the simple side. It consisted of roast beef meat, marinated in A1 cracked peppercorn sauce, provolone cheese melted on the meat, a bit of spinach all smashed between two lightly toasted pieces of wheat bread.

Those green eyes of his had eyed it and then hers once more before he moved in and began to take a bite – careful, as her previous attempts at cooking hadn’t turned out to be… the best. With her lips puckered inward and those dark hues watching him, he paused noticing her stare and finishing what was left in his mouth. “You look like you’ve put on some weight,” she grinned and squeezes his cheeks, feeling the rough but warm texture between her thumb and forefinger. It was a signature to the heavy meals she had cooked him – uncertain of what portion sizes would be right and seeing as Elijah made no hint by eating what was put before him she couldn’t gauge it well either.

“Don’t mind though, I kind of like it...” When his eyebrow perked at the statement, she continued on, “Yeah you were looking a little emaciated there…” She laughed and stepped just out of reach, considering her last statement was a jab from all the time they had spent together – and only now was she feeling honest. Returning back to the table, she handed Elijah a bottle of sealed water – deciding not to use the tap as it still needed a filter. “I think I’m ready…” Biting on her bottom lip, she stared at him intently as he drank the water. “Yes, I’m pretty sure I’m ready now… I mean after all this time of us training together and getting closer – I think I can do it… You know, it…

When he finished his meal he had dusted his hands and put the dish into the sink before momentarily washing it and drying it. He asked her something close to if she was sure, certain this time and the young woman all but bounced eagerly. It took some convincing but he finally consented – and that was where they were currently.

Samantha took in a deep breath, drawing it in through her nose and exhaling out her mouth – the gentle rise and fall of her chest grew consistent. She heard his words in her ear, a sly, “You’ve never been this nervous before, c’mon what gives?” He was pestering her in the only way he could and still live to talk about it.

“It’s my first time, you know… It’s not easy, shush you..!”

The snap of the 1911 was loaded, the weight of it in the corner of her wrist to support the recoil, those eyes danced through the window as she gave the nod. “It’s not like I’m the one being hunted – this is new for me,” she finished and leaned against the brick and mortar of the house, it was a cool slab, supportive and protective. Today was the day they would finally rid themselves of any remaining Trinity loyalties along with Swartz, who not surprisingly, survived the crash as there was no body recovered. The only thing they had to wait was for Elijah to lower the network security and reveal their spot – which would send in a small platoon. They had worked this out over and again through acquired intelligence – hell they had even discovered that there might be a ninja or two, but they had promised to go half on that. After all this time she felt like she had learned to rely on Elijah and he, managed to do the same – with one small exception, “Remember if I’m comprised, what are you not supposed to do?” She questioned and heard that radio voice in her ear, which she mimicked in unity, “Run blindly into fire to rescue me… Yeah, I don’t see you abiding that one,” she grinned lightly and flashed the small reflective light giving the signal. When he did – there was a bit of radio silence and then, static as their line was beginning to be hacked – on cue they switched over to a more secure one and a humming sound was heard in the distance. It was a black chopper, military support and as ropes were extended to the ground, small bodies began to zip line until – that RPG-7 was noticed in the distance. Supporting herself on one knee, she closed her right eye to correct her line and then, reopened it as she smiled. “Buh-bye!” It launched and as the helicopter began to pull away, it moved right in the line of fire – the explosion went off sending heat and bodies across their lawn.