Super-Heroes of New York

[Xbx_Inthusiast]

He flinched a bit. He's never been around anyone else like him, but these people didn't seem like criminals. "Well.." He said, glancing at the ground. "I have control over gravity.. making anything get heavy... lighten up.." He said, looking back to Jack, "Control over physics.. ricocheting, path of travel, distance, speed, trajectory..." He paused, then continued, "because of my blood, I heal very quickly and my skin has certain scale-like properties which makes my skin somewhat like a bullet-proof vest.." He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then look to Krista, then to Jack. "And I have a vast amount of knowledge on just about any subject.."

[Writer]

Krista grimaced for a moment before saying, "He's not joking on that last bit... got more information in his head than a desktop encyclopedia..."

 

"Forgive her," Jack told Matthew. "She has control of her powers and could avoid reading your mind, but she doesn't like the feeling..."

 

"The feeling of restraint," Krista interrupted. "Crushing, squeezing all life out of..." Here, she shifted into Irish, "... the gift and me through the gift."

 

Jack's eyes flicked back and forth from Krista to Matthew. "So, Matthew, do you know Irish?" he asked. Krista sighed and turned into the parking lot of the New York Times.

[Xbx_Inthusiast]

He nodded, opening up the back seat and stepping out, looking around a little. "Well..."

[starmark2k]

((Have people stopped posting because they are already bored of this RP or because they are waiting for someone else to post.))

[Xbx_Inthusiast]

(I'm waiting for someone else to post, specifically, wildjedi. My character really can't move otherwise..)

[Writer]

((Gimme time... I'm not at home right now. I'll be back on Wednesday and will post that weekend... in everything I'm involved in ))

 

 

((EDIT: I'm back. Here's my post.))

 

 

"Ready for an interview?" Jack asked Matthew as they walked up to the building."Trust me, George is a good guy. If you have the skills he needs, he'll hire you. If not, he'll let you know kindly."

 

He held the door open and they were met at the door by George. He was a big man, nearly six foot three with graying black hair and sharp blue eyes. His face was completely clean shaven and his hair was trimmed short. A mass of man, but not overweight.

 

"Welcome back, Jack, Krista," he said, grinning. "Been gone a while, haven't you?"

 

"They know how to keep us busy, George," Jack answered, shaking the larger man's hand. He turned to Matthew. "Matthew Drake, meet George Bauer. George, your interviewee has arrived."

 

"Seven," George announced. Krista rolled her eyes as Jack stared George curiously. "Seven minutes... not ten."

 

Jack laughed. "Krista got a little... riled up. That's all. We'll leave you two to the interview. We gotta go snoop some more."

 

"Catch ya later, Jack," George said good naturedly. Jack waved cheerfully and followed Krista, who'd already started up toward their shared office. As Krista passed John's cubicle, she slowed slightly. That was all the hint Jack needed. He stopped and peered into the cubicle at John.

 

"Hey, John," he said cheerfully. "How's the job treatin' ya?" Without really waiting for an answer, he went on. "You don't look too busy. Mind looking some stuff up for me? See what you can find on StarHawk." He grinned. "I finally got Krista to admit he might exist. She wants to research it."

 

He shrugged again and headed after Krista. Then, he poked his head back into John's cubicle. "Oh, and see what you can find on the Wilson brothers and Jose Tetra. See if you can find anything linking them all together, will you?"

[steven]

John had nodded off. He was lying back in his chair and feet were apon the desk. He was starteled when Jack said cheerfully. ""Hey, John,How's the job treatin' ya?"

 

John grumbled and sat right in his desk "Crap. The job is treatin' me like crap. We should really get the ventilation working."

 

Jack then went on "You don't look too busy. Mind looking some stuff up for me? See what you can find on StarHawk." He grinned. "I finally got Krista to admit he might exist. She wants to research it."

 

He shrugged again and headed after Krista. Then, he poked his head back into John's cubicle. "Oh, and see what you can find on the Wilson brothers and Jose Tetra. See if you can find anything linking them all together, will you?"

 

"Sure. I'll see what I can do." John switched on his labtop and went on the internet, in some hope of finding him.

[starmark2k]

The sun had just risen over the tops of the skyscrapers on manhattan island. The paper boy was riding down a street along a commercial part of the city and had just thrown a paper at the door of the Inferno nightclub.

 

Jason stepped out of the front door wearing casual clothing and picked the paper up and smiled at the story on the front page, 'StarHawk: Deamon or Guardian Angel'. He opened up the paper and smiled again at a story in the middle then walked in.

 

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Sam was slummed over the sofa asleep, he still wore the cloths he worked in the night before and snored loudly. A newsper hit him in the gut which woke him up instantly.

 

"Jay! I was up all night." He complained

 

"Check page 8." Jason said walking past jam to the small kitchen unit as Sam turned to the right page.

 

"For Today only the gnew Globa-net Labs will be opening their doors to the media and the citizens of New York City. The Day will conist of a tour and a conferance with Piotr Korshunov the new add of scientific development..." Sam stopped and looked up "Please tell me you're not thinking of going?"

 

"O.k i won't tell you."

 

"Jay, Globanet are after you and that cloaking device of yours only works in low light condiions, not in the middle of the day."

 

"Who said i'm going in all suited up, i'm just going to be another curious citizen." Jason replied smirking and drinking his coffee.

[Xbx_Inthusiast]

After a while, Matthew walked out of the room, nodding to George as the man closed the door behind him. He looked around for the people who brought him here, but he decided not to bother them and continued off down a row of cubicles, smiling a bit to himself. "Seven in the morning.." He said to himself, turning a corner into another mess of cubicles and copy machines.