The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Jezebel…was almost done. She had nearly worked out all her angry against the gathered crowd and was looking forward to just snapping a few more necks and walking back home. That should be enough to get her point across, right? Humans had a nasty habit of obviously not knowing what was best for them so they needed to be told, rightly and as bluntly as possible.
In this case, the message needed to come across that their creation of an atrocity of a movie and book franchise was an absolute mess! They needed to repent or she was going to leave more bodies in her wake. New York was so very big and this city certainly did enjoy its movie theaters.
Cracking her neck to the side, the red Amazonian cracked he knuckles and sauntered around in a small circle, trying to pick the next victim out of the gathered crowd. Most of the people outside the theater had made a run for it, but there was a still a group inside the theater, recording her with their ridiculous phones through the glass. She would have stomped towards them and broke into the building but movement caught her out of the corner of her eye.
Turning her gaze, she narrowed her focus as she found another whimpering group that was too scared to run. A wicked smirk appeared on her face.
Stepping through the debris, the sticky crimson blood and mess, the Amazon closed in on them. Fist raised she was about to strike when—
…thump…[/b]
She never would have even acknowledge whatever hit her if it were not for the falling popcorn that rolled off her shoulders. She turned in confusion and narrowed her eyes as she watched on brave soul step out and advance on her.
>> "Hey!"[/color]
A sword appeared from her back. It would make a cute butter knife.
>> "Clearly, you have never read the books. Give it up, Lacob-lover. You're never gonna win."[/color]
The furnace in her gut lit ablaze! She knew that she was close to the end of her cycle in controlling the body but there was no way that she was going to let this woman walk away with a remark like that! Fists tightened, teeth bared, Jezebel boldly began to saunter up to the mystery interloper. The veins in her biceps looked ready to burst as she quivered with anger and sneered.
The second she caught sight of the shirt she knew she was dealing with an idiot.
“Sweetheart, you don’t wanna **** with me tonight.”[/b] she growled, almost willing the woman, daring her to stay. “So why don’t you **** your ******* ***** ********* back up your ***, turn your ****** *** around, and head back to whatever ******* pathetic ******** you sleep in before I start to get mad?”[/b]
>> "Jezebel, you dangerous thing, you! There is no need to hide anymore. Do come out!"
Jezebel peeked out from the large pile of debris and concrete that she had managed to squeeze herself behind. It was a cramped fit but with some kneeling, ducking, and squeezing, she managed to tuck herself behind it. Thankful, though, that Roach finally allowed her step out, Jezebel stretched up to her full height and returned to his side.
>> “Heh.”
She arched a brow. She knew that whenever he made that sound he was thinking again but she knew better than o ask him anything about what was going on inside his head. It was just a little too scary in there, even for her sometimes. Instead she was simply thankful and loyal to Mr. Bug, the creature that gave her a home and a purpose after the world collapsed into ashes all around her and she lost everyone that Penelope cared about.
A smirk on her face, Jezebel stood before the creature and peered back at the bunker. She had heard so much about that place, all the stuff that the little girl held onto. It made her sick to her stomach that the creature could be so arrogant in this wasteland.
She was looking forward to taking her down a peg or two.
>> "Ahem. I trust you are ready for the task at hand? I've never known you not to be... Well, beside that one time where the child nearly killed you, but we all make mistakes."
Kindly, Jezebel showed the bug her middle finger, then again with her own hand, and brought bite her thumb at him. She really didn’t mean it, but it was a sensitive subject bringing up that near loss. She was arrogant and she let Penelope get too much control of the situation. Next time, oh, next time, Jezebel was going to make sure that Penelope suffered for that. Or at least she liked to think so if they weren’t so connected at the hip.
She grumbled and pushed the thought away.
“Yeah, I’m ready,”[/b] she grinned at the idea of causing more mischief. “As soon as, um, whatever her face is, opens the door, I move in, beeline it for the Nuke, and carry it out to wherever you want. Simple enough,”[/b] she grinned and turned to look back at the bunker. She momentarily flexed showing exactly how muscular and powerful she was.
“SHUT UP AND DIE!!! THIS IS THE STUPIDEST MOVIE FRANCHISE!!!” PUNCH!! KICK!!! SMASH!!! SPLAT!!!![/b] “AND YOU PATHETIC HUMANS LET IT GET TO THIS!!!! YOU’RE TO BLAME!!! YOU ARE!!!”
Jezebel Tickle snarled as she stomped around outside of the Star’s Multiplex, in a rage fit to kill! As a matter of fact, she had already done that a couple of times. All around here, lay the scattered, broken bodies of people, mainly women, who had shown up to the latest Dusklight movie premiere. All Jezebel wanted to do was get a good drink at the bars tonight, but every damn TV only had news reports about that damned movie franchise!
Werewolf loves a girl! But girl loves a vampire! Oh please! It was all completely ridiculous and was a testament to the true idiocy of the human race. Listening to the female scramble over pasty, thing, hairless young men was just so disgusting stupid. No, Jezebel could not let them get away with it. Not this time. For too long she sat idly by as humans allowed themselves to grow fat and content on these foolish things.
Jezebel had had enough.
Stomping to the nearest movie theatre that she could find where there was a premiere, the red Amazon unleashed her rage upon the crowded lines of movie goers. No one was spared from her. If they were human he made sure they suffered every little bit for it.
Grabbing a college student by the back of her long, blonde hair, Jezebel snarled as she pulled with all her might and instantly heard that satisfying SNAP[/b]. Letting her body crumple to the ground, Jezebel snarled as she spotted a gathered of movie fans (wearing those ridiculous shirts!), huddled behind a pillar.
As if that was going to do any good.
Eyes narrowed, Jezebel stomped directly towards it…
Jezebel remained hidden by debris, listening to the conversation that occurred between Mister Bug and the little twerp that ran the establishment. Her instructions were simple; she was supposed to wait until the bug was clear and Seyta had slipped inside. Once the sneaky woman had managed to open the door, Jezebel was supposed to head in next and steal a certain item that Mister Bug was extremely interested in having. Something that only she would be able to lift and would concentrate the shift of power in this broken down, yet beautiful, world upon the large insect himself.
She had to admit that she was not too keen on the idea of giving Roach so much power, but she did owe the creature. He saved her life, or rather Penelope’s, in the early years and gave Jezebel and outlet for all the bloodlust that had developed over time. So, she could stand to do this task for him, so long as he remembered that she was important to his rise to power.
Pressing back into her hiding place, Jezebel listened as the roach threw his sales pitch at the young girl. It was all only a distraction to get her to open the door long enough for Seyta to slip inside, find a place a to hide, then get the door back open for her. Jezebel kind of shrugged at the idea. There really was no reason for the girl to be alive, Roach or Seyta could have easily dispatched her and they could have gotten exactly what they wanted.
But Roach did have a sick sense of humor so it really was not all that farfetched as to why he would do such a thing.
Still, Jezebel probably could have easily broken down the door. She hated doing things in a roundabout way.
In silence, and hidden from view, the red Amazon waited, running her finger along one of the points of her trident. She was ready to play…
Jezebel was twirled! She had to admit that it was a pretty good feeling. She had never come across any stronger than her before and to feel herself being lifted in such a way, such a dainty away, was such an incredible feeling. It was also terrifying. This man was stronger than her; he had six other brothers. The concept was more than a little sobering. But, hopefully she could remain on the good side of all of them. After all, that is what a good adopted little sister should do.
>> “ You’ll like the rest of the guys to, and I think you’ll love the Order to, you should join! Jupiter does this stuff all the time. I don’t typically throw people that hard. I couldn’t listen to it and stand aside though.”
Order? Jezebel weighed this thought in her head. It sounded like some sort of organization or something. Though she couldn’t imagine what their purpose was, the very idea that Mercury and his brothers were involved only meant that she would have to be. She loved to play along. If she could really do this kind of stuff all the time, she would be more than ecstatic.
She nodded eagerly in response, giggling all the way as she thought about the possibilities. A family of people just like her? Who loved to cause mayhem? Who loved to stomp down on the plague of humans that were rising every day? Oh, she was totally in!
She would just have to convince her pathetic alter-ego that whatever this place was…it was for the both of them.
>> “Come on! We should go to the sanctuary and introduce you to everybody!”
“OKAY!!” she bellowed out happily.
Dashing forward, she grinned as she skipped along with Mercury, kicking over trashcans, punching in the windshields of cars, and breaking whatever else she could along the way. She was too happy to care that she was drawing attention to herself. She was on her way home!
Apparently Mercury was having just as much fun as Jezebel herself. The large woman laughed as he the big man moved and left nothing but a trail of destruction in his wake. She had to take a moment to admire him; he moved with a grace that seemed ill fitting for someone so large and muscular. But Jezebel chalked that up to the fact that the man probably enjoyed what he was doing. He enjoyed the mayhem and the carnage. And only when you truly enjoy something can you move with that kind of joy as you do it.
Face stretched into a long, wide smile, she watched as Mercury seized another man, apparently the instigator of this whole affair. He looked defiant towards Mercury. Another man attempted to run past Jezebel to save him but the raven-haired woman was quick to lash out and seize him by the throat.
The man flailed and gasped for air, but Jezebel ignored him, instead opting to listen to the interaction between her new adopted brother and the bad man…
>> “I suggest you name three things, you love about mutants, Tell who ever you are bothering in this hospital how sorry you are, and then I suggest you prey to your gods that I am merciful.”
>> “There isn’t one good thing to name about mutants, much less three, that filthy Mutant in our clinic should apologize to us, and if there were gods, they would have freed us of your kind. There isn’t room enough for both Humans and you demons on earth.”
Jezebel growled. Just hearing a human talk like that made her completely on edge. Fingers curled into a tight fist, the red Amazon took a step towards the man, ready to wring his neck herself when he was suddenly pulled closer to Mercury’s face. The look of anger on her face melted away to glee as she relaxed in her posture and waited to see the show.
>> “I couldn’t agree more.”
WHOOOOSH!![/b]
“Wheeeee!!!!! HAHAAHAHAH!!!” she cackled as she watched the man disappear into a dot in the sky.
She wondered if he would ever come down. She hoped so. Such a splat he would leave behind would be oh so pretty. Grinning wide, Jezebel walked up to Mercury, dragging the man from earlier, now limp because of her grip on his throat. It was sad since most the rest of their playmates were running away now. Oh well, there was always a chance to find more. A bright, beaming smile to Mercury and she had to pull him into a hug!
“That was fantastic! Hehehahaah! You are fantastic! I…I couldn’t have a better brother!”
Penelope grinned as she sat up, still on top of Chase though. Lilith had dashed over, smirking but trying to be stern enough to her younger sister to get off the boy. After several apologies to Chase’s mother, Lilith finally gave Penelope another stern warning, still an ever present smile on her face. Penelope nodded and moved onto her two feet, smiling down at Chase.
“I’m sorry Chase, Mrs. Taylor,” she said a bit formally. “I didn’t mean to be so rude.” As she said this, she reached down and offered her hand to Chase, to help him up.
Whether he decided to take her hand or not, Penelope would stand back and smile as she looked at her friend. They had had some good conversations over the phone and it was so good to see one another in the flesh again. Really wished that the two of them had gone to the same school, at least then the chances of glomping on him would have fallen to a minimum since she would see him every day. But, seeing as that was not the case, she needed to behave.
“Wow, the school is so big and I think I saw a girl flying earlier!!” she squeaked in delight. She then turned and craned her head up to look at Chase’s mom. “Wow! You’re very tall and pretty!” She grinned as her head snapped back to Chase. “You have a great home!”
Lilith, once she got the okay from Chase’s mother, smiled a she leaned down and held out her hand to shake Chase’s. She looked strikingly like Penelope, except the curls in her hair were large, darker.
“So you’re Chase. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” Lilith said with a smile.
You stupid little F***! She’s gunna kill us!![/b][/color]
No. You know you can’t die. She’s going to kill me.
Stop it!! You don’t know what you’re doing!![/b][/color]
Yes. I’m ending this…
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!![/b][/color]
Penelope had gained enough control over the struggling body of Jezebel and exposed her neck as far back as she could. It looked almost like suicide from the outside, but if anyone could have glimpsed into the girl’s mind, they would have seen the true and powerful struggling that was going on. Penelope was fighting with all her might to end these atrocities, to bring peace. Even if she didn’t die, she was going to make sure that Jezebel lost this fight.
Penelope was the one in charge and it seemed that Jezebel forgot that as the years passed by. It was time for a refresher course.
Jezebel gasped and gagged as she fought, trying to pull her own head back down, tried to light her own arms, tried to do anything that would give her a foothold. But every second, Penelope became stronger as the arrow embedded in her back poked and jabbed at the younger female inside and bringing her more into consciousness.
“YOU B****! YOU STUPID B****!!!”[/b]
No! It’s done!!
“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!! YOU HA—URK!!”
THUNK!
Jezebel went wide-eyed an arrow passed effortlessly through her exposed neck. Gasping, struggling to breathe, the red Amazon attempted to remain in focus. Normally such a thing would have barely hurt her, but with Penelope gaining control, she was swiftly losing the fight to stay awake. The world began to shrink away and Jezebel flailed futilely as he slipped onto her back, arching and fighting tooth and nail for consciousness. But it was swiftly over.
Red melted away, reentered pores and suddenly all that was left was Penelope, dressed in oversized armor, moaning exhaustedly.
The girl was pretty strong-willed and was adamant of her innocence in this whole matter. Jezebel could only scoff at that. No one was innocent in this world, absolutely no one. Even Penelope herself was guilty of crimes that Jezebel promised that she would keep secret. She would never tell because deep down, Jezebel was actually proud of the little booger that she was attached to. In the wasteland of the apocalypse, everyone finds out exactly who they are.
She sneered as she turned her attention to the last clone again. It was time to get rid of this last irritation and hopefully end this fight. She was beginning to get bored and if there was one thing that Jezebel Tickle didn’t like, it was to be bored.
She lunged, as fast as she could, wanting to skewer the little beast so that she could turn on her real opponent before another could pop out. Her first strike only kicked up dirt, though, as she struck the ground. But, forcefully she pulled the trident from the dirt and lunged for another as soon as the clone stumbled back down.
>> "GET UP YOU IDIOT!"[/color]
Jezebel grinned, practically tasting the blood that she was going to spill. The trident points drew closer and closer with every passing fraction of a second. As a matter of fact she could practically see the points pressing against the soft flesh as pressure built up from behind and readied to punch through. But such a satisfaction never came.
THUD!!
Jezebel actually cried out in pain. She snarled as she straightened up and whipped around to the main cloner. A glance over her shoulder and she could see the feathers of an arrow, stuck in her lower back, pretty deep down the shaft. The mumbling whispers in the back of her mind, the sensations of pain, it could mean only one thing.
“Penelope….” she growled as she felt her time slipping away. Twirling her trident, she kicked dust back against the clone she was mere seconds away from killing and ran head first at her opponent. “YOU LITTLE B****!! YOU B****!!!!” I’LL F****** KILL YOU!!! RAAAAAWWWWRRR!!!!![/b]
No…you…won’t…! she could feel the little voice echo in her head along with the pressure of Penelope trying to pull back on the reins.
Jezebel snarled and kept running unperturbed. “SHUT UP, PENELOPE!!”
NO!!
Jezebel gasped and she suddenly felt a loss of control in her legs. Falling to her knees she skidded across the dirt, head back and neck exposed as she struggled in vain to stop Penelope from taking control.
Jezebel blinked as she turned to look away from the withering man on the ground. She didn’t know what was causing the sound, but as she turned and heard the snapping, it slowly became just a bit clearer. Her head tilted downward and she concentrated until she seemed to notice someone just standing there. There was a blonde in a cloak doing the snapping, and it was someone that she was sure that she had seen before.
One of Mister Bug’s other minions? More than likely. But if so, why did it seem so hard to place her face?
>> "He may be a dumb*** but Roach wants us all alive for this plan. Save the stabbings for the pit...[/color]
She arched a brow. Of course she had heard all of that but it didn’t mean that Jezebel appreciated it. She was not as stupid as the rest of this rabble so she was not about to ruin plans by killing off their own members before the raid even began. But, the red-skinned beauty managed to bite her tongue. She didn’t need to lash out at anyone right now, definitely not before they even began.
Sneering at the woman in the cloak, she shrugged her shoulders.
“Hmph,”[/b] she responded with a bored yawn. The then gave a sarcastic bow to the woman. “Whatever you say Princess.”[/b]
There was no use in really picking a fight right now, especially when the woman would have probably proved to be unentertaining anyways. So, she would let it go…for now. That woman better hope that Kevlar vest of hers was a good one. Jezebel would not be held responsible for not taking any bullets with her name on them.
“Uuuugggh…” the man, finally having gathered his breath, began to force himself to stand. As he did so, he turned his weak eyes onto Jezebel.
Jezebel grinned and feigned lunging at him. The man squeaked and skittered away, choosing to lose himself within a group of other raiders who were all waiting for Roach’s order. She smirked as she glanced at the blonde again.
“Wha…?”[/b] she asked. “I didn’t hurt him that time.”[/b]
Amongst the gathered rabble for this particular endeavor, was one that stood taller than all of them. The red-skinned beauty, the Amazon clad in scrap metal armor, leaned on her trident as she watched her impromptu leader, the creator of the death pits, Mister Bug, give off his elegant speech to the masses that were scrambling and crying for blood. They wanted what they were promised, but they were not going to get it unless they followed the bug’s rules.
Jezebel smirked at his warning to not shoot. Though it seemed like a rather stupid rule that the dullest of people should know as a basic necessity, a quick glance at the gathered group instantly made it apparent that maybe Mister Bug was not so stupid to warn them so adamantly.
Still, though, he was talking too much for her. She wanted to get down to business! She was promised a very special mission on this quest, a mission that could instantly prove to be the death of them all. Jezebel giggled madly at the request because that was exactly the type of danger that she loved; the type of danger that kept her strong…
“Hehehe, I hope there are some dirty magazines in that bunker!”
Jezebel arched a brow as she turned to glance down at the salivating man who was rubbing his hands together in a rather obscene manner. She sighed. If there was one thing that she hated dealing with, it was being around people she figured were lesser than her. And it was obvious that this man was way lesser than her.
“Hey, babycakes,”[/b] she grinned in a sultry manner at the man.
This immediately perked up his attention as he began to twirl his gun around “expertly”. He sauntered up to Jezebel, obviously wanting to impress her with his skill, his swagger, his bloodshot eyes (narrowed into a silly gaze that was supposed to pass for “hot”). He opened his mouth to unleash his first of probably many pick-up lines that had been forgotten since the bombs fell.
But before he could say anything, there was quick motion, a blur of metal, and the sickening crunch of the butt end of a trident finding a new home in very sensitive spot between the man’s legs. The squeal that issued out could have broken glass, but luckily it didn’t last too long. There was only so much air in man’s lungs.
He stumbled over, crying and whimpering, while Jezebel stepped up and placed a large foot on the side of his head.
“Keep your disgusting habits to yourself, and listen to Mister Bug.”[/b] There was a devious glint in her eyes. “Otherwise, next time I do this, it’ll be the other end of my trident!”[/b]
She smirked, blew him a kiss and returned back to listening to the bug. All she needed was the order to attack…
Penelope was bouncing in her seat as she peeked outside of the car window. The guard had been incredibly sweet and said that he would phone ahead to have Chase meet them out front; she liked people who true to their word. As Lilith drove up the path, Penelope beamed brighter than sunshine when she caught sight of that familiar blond hair, the pale skin, and the nervous eyes. He had dressed nicely and he actually looked a little relieved to see the car pulling up. As soon as she felt like she could be seen, Penelope leaned a little out of the car and waved at Chase.
Lilith smirked, giggling a little at her younger sister’s antics.
“Baby girl, what’re you doing?”
“Making sure he knows it’s me, duh,” Penelope responded without leaning back into the car.
“That him?” Lilith asked as she finally saw the blonde boy. “He’s cute.”
The comment was enough to make a strange expression cross Penelope’s face. She leaned back into the car as she eyed her sister. The silence was enough to make Lilith blink and glance over at Penelope. Seeing the look on her face immediately made her suspicious.
“What?” she asked innocently.
Penelope just shook her head. “Just…ew…”
The thought of Chase being “cute” in “THAT way”, ick! Boys were icky! Her sister could have the strangest of thoughts at times. She sighed as she peeked out of the car again and saw that they were finally coming up to the mansion’s front door (that was a long driveway!!). When they had finally pulled to a stop, Penelope couldn’t help herself.
For weeks, ever since they had meet in the park, Penelope and Chase had been having phone conversations, talking about school, about when she would visit, about all the cool things at the school. Chase was basically her closest friend in the world right now and she had only seen him once! Seeing him again, well, that required a much grander entrance.
The belt unbuckled, the car door opened, Penelope was out of the car like a bullet.
“Chase! Chase! Chase!” she grinned and giggled as she ran as fast as her little feet could carry her. Then, suddenly, she launched herself into a flying hug at her blond, mutant friend, squealing with delight! Yup…she just glomped him…
((OOC: I hope that the phone conversations and the glomping are okay, Gina! If not, let me know and I will edit to a more subtler version ))
Jezebel was very glad that that chance was never taken. Humans were stupid, especially scared ones all gathered together in a group. They think that just because they are in a group that they don’t have to worry about being harmed, that there was strength in numbers. Did she mention just how stupid they all really were?
Their cursing continued and soon pandemonium broke out. Mercury was a beast out in the battlefield. He struck out, slamming a fist into a man who flew into another two and sent them both skidding across the ground. His tail sent another one soaring, even his own shoe was enough to disarm a gunman that had attempt to get the jump on them. Before he could even squeeze off a round, Mercury’s shoe was quick to dispatch the man.
Jezebel was more than impressed. But she was not one to be left out of the festivities either. Grinning at the woman that she held, she watched as a trio of men attempted to approach her, all of them brandishing a weapon of some sort (baseball bat, glass bottle, a knife). To most anyone else they would have looked dangerous. To Jezebel, they were just more playmates.
“Hey sweetie,”[/b] she said as she glanced to the blonde she gripped in her fist. “You wanna go for a ride?”[/b]
“Mmph?!” asked the captive.
Gripping her long, bleached hair, the woman screamed as Jezebel laughed hysterically and easily lifted her up and began to swing her around like a ball-and-chain. She spun fast, spinning the screaming woman around as he legs and arms flailed around, striking each of Jezebel’s oncoming attackers. They either fell to the ground in pain or were knocked unconscious since the woman was being swung rather quickly.
Unfortunately, human hair was not meant to withstand such a g-force. There was a loud tear and quite suddenly the woman in pink was gone, sent sailing off to the nearest rooftop. Jezebel blinked and chuckled to herself as she lifted up the torn out hair was the tinged red near the root.
“Oops,”[/b] she cackled.
She turned just as another man ran up with a crowbar. With a swing the hunk of metal struck Jezebel in the ribs. She blinked, glanced at the bar, and then back up to the man. A wide smile she suddenly struck at the man with a fist wrapped in fine, blonde hair. The man gasped as blonde hair was forcefully shoved into his mouth with enough force to sending him stumbling backwards and choking.
Another sound of rushing footsteps and Jezebel spun quick, stomping with all her might on the man that had been running up to take her from behind. Her boot slamming onto the other man’s shoe instead caused the shoe to burst like a full tube of toothpaste. Red and pink flew out of the toe end, causing the man to scream most horrible and stumble away, cursing and crying under his breath as he collapsed to the ground.
Jezebel laughed all the louder as she turned to make sure that indeed her newfound brother was okay…
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