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Post by Karen Starr on Jan 28, 2007 16:16:57 GMT -5
Karen had gotten the sudden urge to visit a new part of town. Sure, it was dangerous, but new nonetheless. She didn't really have to worry about getting hurt. After all, that's what superpowers were for...right?
Bang!
What the hell? Karen saw that a stray bullet had come her way out of a black van that was passing by in the street. She caught it in her hand and let it drop to the floor, then began chasing after it as quickly as she could. She'd ran almost half of a mile, which wasn't much for her, and saw that there was a dead end. She must have missed a turn, but she knew she'd gotten her chance to stop a crime and had missed it. They got away...She dropped to her knees. Damnit...She looked around to make sure nobody had seen her pathetic attempt to chase the van. |
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Post by Vern O'Vaughn on Jan 28, 2007 16:31:36 GMT -5
But then the van started driving back towards her. It was driving erratically, swerving across the empty road. But why? In a blur behind it, it was shown why. A figure ran out in front of the van, which plowed right into him. The front molded around him, but he was left unharmed as the driver and passenger flew through the windshield. Adjusting his blast goggles, Vern looked around, spotting a blond nearby.
"Ma'am."
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Post by Karen Starr on Jan 28, 2007 16:46:06 GMT -5
Karen heard a crash, and saw that someone was molded to the front of that same van that had shot at her. She got up to try and help him, but he was completely unharmed. The passenger and driver flew out of the windshield. Her eyes widened.
Ma'am.
Karen jumped. She looked back to see that same guy that had been attatched to the van. Are you okay?... She blinked a few times, wondering if that had just been some dream. An amazingly bizarre dream at that. |
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Post by Vern O'Vaughn on Jan 28, 2007 16:54:58 GMT -5
"Are you okay?"
Vern brushed some debris off of his unzipped dark blue hoodie and his black t-shirt, then finally adjusted his circular black blast goggles again.
"Peachy." He smiled a bit. Of course, like any man, he couldn't help but notice her extreme bust size, but it was barely a fleeting glance. "Could you do me a favor and not tell anybody about how you saw a man get hit by a van at 60 miles an hour and come out unscathed?"
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Post by Karen Starr on Jan 28, 2007 17:02:34 GMT -5
Karen smirked, then saw he was looking directly at her chest. Of course, she got a lot of stares...she had a habit of wearing low-cut tops. She was pretty much asking for it. Enjoying the view? She teased.
Could you do me a favor and not tell anybody about how you saw a man get hit by a van at 60 miles an hour and come out unscratched?
She winked at him. As long as you don't tell anyone about a girl chasing after a van running at 80 miles an hour. She added, assuming he saw it. Of course, she wasn't going at top speed; she couldn't when she was wearing heels. |
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Post by Vern O'Vaughn on Jan 28, 2007 17:07:08 GMT -5
"As long as you don't tell anyone about a girl chasing after a van running at 80 miles an hour."
"You got it." He took a few steps toward her so that he was standing roughly two feet in front of her. "So how'd you get your powers? Meteor rocks? I got lucky and fell from a dead planet. Lucky me." He adjusted the baseball cap on the top of his head.
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Post by Karen Starr on Jan 28, 2007 17:14:20 GMT -5
Karen's eyes widened. He'd fallen from a dead planet, too? She walked a little closer to him to see if he looked familiar. Maybe she knew him from a long time ago and had forgotten. She tried to see through his googles but couldn't. She walked a little closer and placed them onto the top of his head herself. A dead planet...and what planet would that be? He didn't look familiar, so maybe he was just teasing her. I'm Atlantean. Wooo...exotic. She smirked. |
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Post by Vern O'Vaughn on Jan 29, 2007 18:07:15 GMT -5
"A dead planet...and what planet would that be?"
"I don't give up all of my secrets so easily." He grinned at her, his brown eyes looking over her form from behind the circular blast goggles. "Atlantean? I'm friends with the king of Atlantis, and he could never run at 80 miles an hour and dodge bullets and all of that."
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