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.
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Huh…for some reason the woman now seemed less eager to be Penelope’s friend. Though she could have sworn that she spotted a half-second or two of mirth in her eyes, they seemed to quickly wash over with irritation once Penelope had stated that she could help her inside of anyone else. To be honest Penelope was getting rather fond of the young woman and really didn’t want to be part with her company. That was why she suggesting that she help her instead of anyone else.
That apparently didn’t sit well with the young woman.
>> "Hey, don't be getting ideas. I'm just helping you find someone to help you find your sister! I I'm really not equipped to deal with kids. Honestly, you're probably safer with the old lady. Didn't you learn like, stranger danger or anything?"[/color]
She tilted her head. She really did seem dead set on getting someone else to help Penelope. How unfortunate. But that didn’t mean that Penelope had to leave right RIGHT now, right? After all, she could keep a steady out for her own sister while this woman helped her to look for someone else. Yes…the perfect plan. She was sure she could delay just a tiny bit. Tses, from what Penelope could gather, was warming up to her.
Resolution shined in her eyes. She would not give up this friendship so easily.
Tilting her head, she giggled a little at the “stranger danger” comment. She had heard the phrase before but it was always used as a joke a TV. She had always figured that that was all it was…a joke.
“Of course I have. But if you get someone else to watch me, then aren’t you just giving me to a stranger and putting me in danger? Even old women can be serial killers, ya know. Or witches!” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, we already know eachother’s names! We’re not strangers anymore! So I’m safe with you.” A twinkle in her eyes, she smiled as she nudged Tses’ hip. “By the way…you’re handling things fine so far.”
>> "Trust me kid, I don't want to see a guard or a police officer any more than you are. I know most adults would be all 'they're the good guys, they're trying to help'. but between you and me, they're nothing but wolves in sheep's clothing."[/color]
Penelope breathed a sigh of relief. She was thankful for this. Not everyone seemed to be as understanding as this woman. Too many people trusted police officers and always wanted to run to them for help. But not Penelope. No siree. She trusted police officers before and then they killed her parents in front of her. That was something that she was never going to forget. And neither would Jezebel.
The woman was right. They were nothing more than wolves. Someone ought to huff, puff, and blow all their houses down!
Hehehehahahaeheh….
Penelope winced at the laughter that started to ring throughout her ears! She needed to be careful because it was obvious that Jezebel was beginning to listen in on her conversations. She couldn’t have that, now could she? Otherwise Jezebel may want to come out and “play.”
She cleared her throat, smiled at the woman again, and continue to walk by her.
>> "How do you feel about old ladies? She doesn't have a badge, which is a plus.... although, if she's hard of hearing I guess that could make it hard for her to hear what your sister looks like.... what does she look like, anyway?"[/color]
Penelope wrinkled her nose. She didn’t really care for old ladies. They were pinchers and liked to pull and squeeze her cheeks until it looked like she had a permanent blush. That was definitely not a situation she wanted to be in. Quietly she pressed a little closer to the woman, thankful that the conversation began to turn to something else.
“Oh, she looks like me, silly,” she grinned toothily. If she had her phone she would have shown the woman a picture, but, seeing as she didn’t, she would have to relate the image through words. “Um, she is tall, about a couple inches taller than you. She has black hair, all curly and puffed up like mine. OH! And she was wearing a beige dress with a fat leather bet.” she nodded. Luckily she had a good memory for what people wore.
>> "I'm Tses."[/color]
Tses? Hmm, Penelope wasn’t sure she had ever heard such a name before. She stopped and smiled up at the woman whose shirt she had inadvertently stained.
“That’s a weird name. But it’s pretty and nice!” she nodded as a spark of an idea shined behind her eyes. Beaming wide, she suddenly seized the young woman’s hand and held on tight. Activate…child-hand-holding-death-grip-mode! “Nice names usually mean a nice person! You’re a nice person! You can help me find my sister! Hehehe! Much better than an old woman or a police officer!”
Penelope was excited! They wre going to be going to see art today! Even though she was not officially a student at the mansion (maybe one day), she had managed to be allowed to sign up for this day. She persisted and persisted, but finally she managed to convince someone to let her go, so long as her sister signed off on the trip. Lilith was only too happy to agree. So long as Penelope was happy, there was little-to-no chance of there being an incident with Jezebel. Penelope was definitely glad for that.
With a smile on her lips, she bounced in her chair a little as she looked out the window, watching the world pass her by. Today she would actually get to hang out with friends who knew what it was like to be a mutant! It was exciting! Quite frankly, she just couldn’t wait to get things started.
That is why, sitting in her seat towards the middle of the bus, Penelope hummed to herself and kept glancing out the window. She was practically willing the world to drive by quicker, simply so that she could get there sooner. The young, dark skinned girl, dressed in rainbow colored overalls, a white t-shirt, and a stylish rainbow beret, fidgeted, but managed to keep her calm. The song that hummed through her lips was currently her only outlet for her nervous energy but it would be enough to get her to the museum.
She hoped it would be fun. How could it not be?
Grinning, she glanced over to the seat next to her to see if anyone had claimed it yet. People knew she was a chatterbox so anyone sitting next to her would obviously want conversation. It was a just a matter of who would be the lucky winner…
>> "No, you don't have it! Your not helping, I'll get a new shirt it's fine just let go! Wait, what are you doing, DON'T SPIT ON IT!!!!"[/color]
Penelope hadn’t heard. She had a task at hand and she aimed to complete it. If she couldn’t get the stain out right now, then she was going to at least do absolutely everything she could to try. She was not about to quit righting the wrong that she had done. She had (apparently) ruined this young woman’s shirt and she would not rest until it was cleaned or she had done everything possible.
But darn this woman was squirmy! She dodged, weaved, tried to keep away from Penelope. But she was persistent! Eventually she was going to give in! Haha! Penelope would win. She always did…
Something strange happened though. After Penelope had explained her situation, including about her parents, the woman seemed to stop her struggles. At first she really didn’t know why but Penelope used the opportunity to try and scrub the stain harder. Sadly it was doing no good. She huffed. She would have to give this a good think. Unfortunately she couldn’t just yet because the woman had decided to speak and the tone of her voice snagged her attention.
>> "Well, I'm sorry kid, I mean it's awful your lost, but how about we just say you've helped enough, and we find some other nice person to help you find your sister?"[/color]
She thought for a second…
Another second…
Another…
Finally she smiled and nodded. It was an acceptable plan. After all, she really didn’t want to try and bother the young woman with her presence.
“Okay!” she beamed. “But, um, no guards or police please? T-They are bad men.” she nodded fervently. After a beat, she introduced herself. “I’m Penelope! Who’re you?”
>> "Stoppit! You're just going to make it all worse!" [/color]
She didn’t. To her mind it seemed as if the young woman was just annoyed and was having a hard time coming to terms with that fact. Because of this, Penelope was fairly certain that her attempts to “shoo” her away were more brought on by her being suddenly flooded with confused thoughts over how to handle someone trying to fix their mistake. Penelope knew, from experience mind you, that all she had to do was be persistent enough and eventually she would allow her to help.
If her mother and father taught her anything, if was to always fix your mistakes. You never knew when something could come back to haunt you. Who knows, if Penelope let this go unfixed, she could very well ruin not only the woman’s day, but the rest of hers as well! She couldn’t have that.
“Uh-uh! I think I got it!” she said, still reached and swiping off chili from the woman’s pretty shirt. The majority of it was gone and all that really seemed to be left was an icky stain. Penelope would ask someone, maybe Lily, to figure out how to clean that off. Of course Lily would know!
Ugh! If only she would stop trying to jerk away! Hello, trying to help here! A look of steely determination filled Penelope’s eyes as her lips twisted into focus.
>> "Why aren't you with like, a parent or someone? Someone needs to keep a leash on you and your chili."[/color]
She paused momentarily…thought for a second…then grabbed more napkins to which she spat in and then started to rub at the stain again. Spit usually got out stains, right? While doing this nonchalantly began to answer the woman’s question.
“Oh, I’m lost,” she said with a beaming smile. “My sister is…somewhere here. And my parents were killed last year.”
Penelope was absolutely MORTIFIED! Frozen in spot, she stared at the woman that she had just inadvertently flung a splattering of hot chili at. If there was one thing that Penelope knew was to never attack strangers with food. First of all, they may not take it as a joke; secondly, older people could be extremely possessive of their clothing. Penelope could understand that because she loved her tie-dyed shirts and would have hated to have them ruined. But still, she was more than willing to move on to another favorite shirt. She always had extras. Most adults weren’t like that.
That seemed to be the case for this woman too. She really looked as if she were trying to control herself but was quickly losing the battle.
3…
2…
1…
And Penelope could practically see smoke coming out of her ears. She was like a cartoon character…
>> "Dumb little punk! can't you be more careful?"[/color]
Now, the issue here is that most kids would have probably lost it. First would have been the shock that came from hearing the loud voice, then the fear of seeing the adult’s twisted, angry face, and lastly the words would eventually sink in that an insult was being given. Kids could be quite a sensitive lot and there was every possible expectation that Penelope would have been just as shocked, scared, and upset at what flew from the woman’s mouth.
But Penelope wasn’t like other people.
She snerked. And not just a little half snerk that could be passed off as something like an itchy nose or facial twitch. It was a full on snerk, which turned into a grin, and finally into a wide smile that filled her eyes with mirth.
Looking up at the woman, Penelope couldn’t help but laugh. The woman’s expression, her anger over her stained clothes, it was just too much for Penelope to NOT[/b] laugh at! Especially the fact that she called her a little ”punk”. She wasn’t a punk. She was a girl!
“Heheheeh! I-I’m sorry Miss,” she beamed happily. Taking up napkins and starting to dab at the woman’s clothing. “I’m not making fun. But…you're funny! Hehehe! I can help, though!” she smiled and continued to wipe chili off the clothing. Huh. She hoped it wouldn’t stain too bad…
Jezebel scarcely heard her opponent as she turned to spy the rest of the sheep that were littered around her. She would have liked nothing more than to just pop all their heads off like champagne corks but they were fast little buggers. She needed to see the closest and slowest victims she could reach and plan her attack like that. She doubted that the braided woman would give her any more trouble after that tongue lashing she gave her. If she did, that would have just been stup—
“HEY!”[/b] she shouted as just barely caught the movement out of the corner of her eye.
The woman actually jumped to the attack with sword in hand? Where the hell had she gotten that anyways? It wasn’t fair! If she got a sword, Jezebel should get a sword too! It was only right! She grumbled as she leaned back, trying her best to maneuver her full and busty body away from the sharpened weapon.
As she stumbled back to her rear foot, she narrowed her eyes and snapped her attention fully on that sword-wielding woman. If she wanted to grab her fully attention, well **** she definitely got it now! Worst of all was that Jezebel thought she felt something on her give way. Looking down, she noticed that not only had the blade cut…but IT CUT HER FAVORITE LEATHER JACKET!!!
Growling she narrowed her eyes on the lithe woman.
“Oh…IT’S ON YOU F******RAT-FACED B****!!!!”[/b] she snarled as she suddenly grabbed a innocent passerby who thought it was safe run-by now. Grabbing the extremely thin man who looked as if he were covered in body glitter and gelled up hair, Jezebel swung him around as if he were a pair of nunchucks and suddenly charged at the woman. The warcry that flew from her mouth was deafening…as was the screaming of the man she swung about!
Sigh. This wasn’t good. Penelope Pepper, young, brightly colored girl, was completely lost. She had come to the mall with her older sister Lilith Pepper but Penelope had accidentally gotten separated when she darted into a store that had some extremely pretty rainbow colored hair clips. Unfortunately, in doing so, she didn’t keep a track of where Lilith wandered off to so the young 11 year-old was left to her own devices.
Not…Good.
“Darn it,” she muttered as she stared down at the cool, shiny floor of the mall. She had no idea where to start looking.
The young child, dressed in blue overalls and a brightly tie-dyed t-shirt (with matching bandana), looked up and down the busy mall. There was absolutely no sign of her sister anywhere and it probably didn’t help that she had forgotten her phone in her backpack too.
Today was just not her day.
Shaking her head, Penelope sighed and she tried to make a decision. Where the was the best place she could wait? The toy store? No. Too many other kids. This store? Nah, Lily would never know to look here. How about…
“The food court!” Yes. That was the best option. Lily knew how much that Penelope loved the triple chili dogs at Bonnie Rockets so there was probably the best place to be found. A plan was formed and it was one that she liked.
Her fingers curling around her stuffed, red and white striped rabbit named “Mr. Tickle”, Penelope turned on her heel and made a beeline for the food court. While she walked, she kept her eyes down and away from the downcast gaze of the other people present. She didn’t need to alert them to the fact that she was by herself. Not that she didn’t trust people, but if they saw her by herself, they mind try to get the mall security people. And she didn’t like cops or guards! They were mean!
But…there was no need to think about that right now. Instead, she focused on her breathing and just followed her nose until she found the food court.
Minutes later, Penelope smiled up at the cashier of Bonnie Rocket’s as her triple chili hotdog was handed over to her. It sizzled with crackling, wonderful sounds, and smelled so absolutely wonderful that she had trouble keeping her mouth dry. She would make quick work of it. Hopefully Lily would find her by that time.
“Thank you!” she beamed happily and quickly turned on her heel.
…unfortunately she spun too hard and sent some of the mountain of chili flying through the air, splattering on a person who just happened to be wandering by.
The look on Penelope’s face…mortified! Not only had she unintentionally hurled chili on an innocent person, a woman, but she had also lost some chili! Quickly she sputtered and attempted an apology.
“O-M-G! I’m SO sorry! Are you okay?” she inquired.
The young girl was wide-eyed! Mutant dogs! Penelope loved mutants of ALL kinds! She loved dogs of ALL kinds! Put the two together and the girl felt like she was celebrating Christmas, her birthday, ice-cream-dinner-Sundays, all at once! She would have fainted it were not for the fact that she was leaning back against the sofa.
One breath…
Two breath…
…okay she was calm now.
>> "I've got a big dog and a not-so-big dog. They're black and they're... remember Rudolph, that special reindeer Santa Claus has with a red nose? Well, my dogs are special dogs and they have red eyes…fact, we could play that with them"
Penelope squealed happily! They sounded fantastic! Not only were they mutant dogs but they looked different too? That was so completely awesome that she was having a hard time contain her excitement! And not only that, but she was going to be able to get to play with them!
>> "Would you girls like to ride your very own special indoors christmas sled?"
Though Miles was not facing her when he asked, Penelope still beamed wide, her mouth gasping a little in surprise and yet unable to form words. It took a minute but eventually she did managed to squeak out a— “YEAH!”
>> "Victoria, go get a bed sheet or a blanket from your room while I show Penelope my dogs…This is Astor and this is Tinaker…They look mean, but they're actually quite tame and obedient."
After her new bestest friend in the friend in the whole wide world would leave, Penelope was surprised when the dogs suddenly appeared. They, for lack of a better word, were completely awesome! Wide eyed she watched them stand near their master, hulking ebony beasts with glaring red eyes. She could see why he warned her, said that they were just a tad bit scary. But Penelope was not scared, not in the least. She could only grin at the beasts as they stood at the ready.
“Awww, they don’t look mean at all!” she smiled happily as she reached over and began to pet one of them on the top of his head like Miles showed her. Her petting morphed into strokes, and finally she was up close and scratching the midnight beast behind both of his ears at the same time with her two hands. “You’re just sweet as apple pie, aren’t ya?” she laughed while scratching the dog, little noticing that it made no reaction to her praise.
I was only having a little bit of fun. They’re the ones that ruined it.[/b]
No. you almost got me killed. That isn’t fun, Jezebel!
Temper, Temper…unless you really want me to go after them…[/b]
…
I thought so. Let’s just call this one a draw, shall we? Hehehe…
***
Penelope mumbled in her sleep, her body exhausted from the excursion of having Jezebel out to play. She snuggled deep into her unconscious mind, trying to keep herself there since she didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences of the waking world. Had she managed to hurt anyone? She didn’t want to be held responsible for that but who else would there be to blame? In all honesty, maybe it was her fault. She could have just said no to the movie. She SHOULD have just said no to the movie. But, unfortunately, she never did. She would have to face those consequences.
Just not right now.
Instead, Penelope let her mind wander away into the blackness and mutter sleepily to herself. She wouldn’t allow herself to wake up just yet. That was nightmare that she would save until she was stronger. For now…sleep…
Definitely full of surprises. Jezebel actually found herself backing away when she watched the man, who had moments ago been withering until he heel, changed into a nightmarish looking beast. The creature straightened up into a sitting position before moving to stand. She watched the coiling arm of an octopus, the arching claws of a blue furred tiger, and the open maw of a bear all aimed menacingly at her. This guy, was a mutant? It seemed like he shifted parts of his body into animal parts but they were all still on the trunk and legs of a muscular man.
Jezebel found herself just a tad worried. She didn’t like fighting mutants, especially since their numbers were so low and scattered when compared to humans. But at the same time, this guy tried to ruin her fun and she couldn’t allow that. Not even if he was a misguided mutant!
She snarled as she clenched her fists and looked down to the chimera and the wound he had inflicted on her leg. The gashes were deep and penetrating, but luckily they had not struck the little treasure inside her body. Had his claws even touched Penelope, well, that would be fight over. She was not going to give in to a uninformed mutant.
“Stop it,”[/b] she snarled and kept her defenses up. “You’re a mutant, like me. We shouldn’t fight like this. You need to understand, humans are not worth us shedding our own blood. Think, brother! We need to ban together! Not tear each other down!”[/b]
She didn’t know if she could get through to him. She hoped that she did. But judging by his posture, she was fairly certain that he wasn’t listening to a word she said. That thought alone pissed her off. She hated it when people didn’t listen to her. But what she hated more was fighting other mutants. And judging by the look on his grizzly face, he was intent on a fight.
“STOP!” she shouted in anger. Her eyes began to glow heatedly.
But he didn’t listen. He charged. Jezebel had no other option than to raise her fist…
She was surprised. She really had thought that her little display of strength back there would have sent the young man running. While that effect did seem to make the wiry man run, the bald man was sticking around and seemed intent to challenge her. While he was strong and well-built, Jezebel had taken down stronger looking people without batting an eye. But it seemed as if this guy was full of surprises!
The first surprise came in the small knife that he managed to produce from his pocket. That was nothing to worry about. But combine that with the speed and dexterity that the kid seemed to display and Jezebel was officially colored impressed! He dodged, he weaved, he jabbed at, all almost as if it were second nature. Just who was this guy? Maybe she should be getting some tips from him rather than trying to rip his head off.
But ah well. Ripping off people’s head was just too much fun!
She cackled manically every time she felt that knife cut her skin but it produced no blood. The wound appeared but with no crimson liquid to add to the damage, who’s to say it even mattered? She shrugged it off as she kept trying to get her hands on him. But he seemed to have much more skill than he was letting on.
“Hold still, you little punk!”[/b] she snarled and lashed out again. But, still, he managed to evade her grasp. She grinned wide through her frustration. “I have to admit, there’s more to you than I thought.”[/b] She feigned a right cross and when he dodged, she immediately kicked out and planted her heel hard into his sternum.
He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Giggling like mad, she quickly pressed her foot down onto his chest and leaned over, grinning at him. “Gotcha.”[/b]
Jezebel growled, opened her eyes, and saw that she was now looking at the ceiling of the dark theater. How in the hell did she get here? She growled as she sat up and instantly saw the bald headed man rolling onto his feet and the wiry guy standing there a little dumbfounded. What the hell? Had the bald guy actually just launched himself at her? Damn he was pretty solid. She didn’t think that he could ever have gotten up again after that punch she had delivered. Guy must have a helmet inside his skull.
Whatever. She’d still crush it.
She slowly moved onto her feet as the bald man locked eyes with her. He definitely wanted blood…and that made her grin.
>> “Think again, lady…You got a problem with anyone, take it up with the guy you sucker punched!”
>> “Umm…I’ll get help!”
“Oh sweetie,”[/b] she cackled as she stretched up to her full height. “I haven’t even begun to start playing!” [/b]
Grabbing a seat from nearby, Jezebel easily ripped it out of the ground and gave it a solid throw straight towards the bald man. She was satisfied when she saw it graze the side of his head, and even more so when it managed to knock the legs out from under the Indian kid. That made her laugh out loud.
Jezebel snarled as she stared at the cowardly man hiding behind that word. God, even if he was human she would have gladly just forgotten all about his presence. He was obviously not worth her time. He was one of those thin, frightful types that attempted to stand up for “justice” whenever it suited them. It was rather foolish and something that just angered the Amazon beyond all reason. But still, he could easily have been overlooked.
But what he said could not be excused. He had no right to speak to her like that. Humans had no right to speak to mutants at all! It was like a roach trying to start a conversation with a human; absolutely and totally beneath them.
Upon reaching him, she placed her hands angrily at her hips and glared down at his diminutive stature. Did he have the guts to repeat himself now that she was close?
>> “Uh..b-back off! The police will be here soon! I already called them!”
She rolled her eyes. “Pathetic!” she growled and suddenly reached out, snatching the word out of his hands.
Curiously she held it up and began to inspect it as the man squeaked (whether in fear or anger, she didn’t know). It had a strange texture, but what she couldn’t figure out was where did he get it? Did he just make it at home and parade it around, waiting for the perfect opportunity? The pig. She turned her attention back to him and held the word up.
“You little rat,”[/b] she growled. “Don’t you DARE ever address me like that again? You understand me!?
She show him. She’d drill it into his head to have much better manners. And she’d do it with the help of this sign!! Lifting it up, she gave the young man another glance before snarling and bringing it down with all her strength.
Jezebel just didn’t care for the look that the bald man was giving her. That was the only reason why she had lashed out the way she did. Though she didn’t fear his reprisal, she waited until he was distracted, just to prove that she was not a safe creature to be around.
Thankfully her moment came when the bald one was distracted that the thin, Indian man that had run up to share in the fun. She rolled her eyes and was about to ignore him too when he had managed to grab baldie’s attention. She grinned, wide, and watched as he turned his back to her (probably in some misguided attempt to warn him) and pounced on her opportunity.
CRACK!![/b]
It was such a satisfying sound, to hear her fist collide with the man’s head. On top of that, it made a wonderful scene to see him soaring across the aisles of seats and crash off in the distance. She was pleased.
She cackled and turned back to one of the little girls that had snuck her (or rather, Penelope) into the movie. The young girl was cowering, trying to sneak away from the red behemoth but the angry Amazon wasn’t going to allow that. She stomped down one of her perfectly shaped, fine legs in front of the girl’s path and kept her wrangled until her attention could be turned back to her.
Now that she could turn her attention back, she was more than happy to continue her torture. But as she leaned down, opening her palm to seize the young thing--
>> “Hey! HEY! Over here!! Look here, you B****!!!”
SNAP. No one…NO ONE calls her that. Especially not a disgusting rat of a human! Straightening up, she snapped her attention back to the wiry man and raised a brow. Where did he get that sign so fast? Whatever. He wanted his attention, so he was going to get it.
“You rang, you bastard?” she snarled and stormed towards him…
