Hammerhead
The Antidote
STOP. HAMMAHHEAD[A1i:3]
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 13:06:47 GMT -5
The streets were dark and quiet. Too quiet. Hammerhead's highly trained eyes scanned the area, out on patrol. His black boots quietly tread the sidewalk. He wasn't in uniform, but he had his protective suit underneath. He wore a desert-camoflauge tee shirt and a pair of khaki pants. His Antidote and Army dog tags were tucked neatly under his shirt.
Trouble was afoot. It had to be; after all he was in Adanac, city of Homo-Inferior. And Lessers were always up to no good. And Sergeant Jim "Hammerhead" Jaegar was going to put them in their place...
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 17:32:03 GMT -5
Two black creature-like things crept along the brick of a large building. The slithered and slipped along as if they had a life of their own as they moved silently. It spotted someone heading down the street, towards their master. They hissed, slipping down to the ground and ran towards him, slipping up his arms.
Tattoo opened his eyes, smirking. He clenched his fists, wondering if the man would find him. He stopped, waiting quietly, barely breathing. He didn't mind a good fight. Especially if he could have Iris patch him up. He always was looking for an excuse to see her, and fights were good ones.
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Hammerhead
The Antidote
STOP. HAMMAHHEAD[A1i:3]
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 19:41:44 GMT -5
Hammerhead noticed the black...things, but he kept going. He figured they'd lead him to some action. Besides, he wasn't exactly wearing a neon sign that said "ANTIDOTE." He smirked, rounding the corner. This would be one hell of a ride.
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 19:45:45 GMT -5
Tattoo grinned, flashing his not-so pearly whites at the man, leaning against the wall. He nodded at the man. "What's up, man?" he asked, his voice kind of gruff. He crossed his arms, flexing his muscles and showing off his tattoos. If this guy was looking for a fight, he had certainly found one.
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Hammerhead
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STOP. HAMMAHHEAD[A1i:3]
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 19:50:49 GMT -5
He noticed the tattoos on the guy, recognizing them. His eyes focused on him, only responding with a slight nod. He eyed the guy, wondering what exactly it was he could do. He pulled out his special, hand-held database, scrolling through. Rodger Marshall. AKA Tattoo.
He put it back in his pocket; he only used it when it was someone he hadn't brought in. Because well, everyone he brought in showed off what they could do, in a sense.
"Nice ink," he said.
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 19:57:36 GMT -5
He watched the man pull out a hand-held device. His eyes flickered with recognition. He remembered the squad leader who had brought him in had one like that when he was..."registered". He raised his upper lip over his teeth on the right side in a look some described as annoyance and others fierce anger. But it was sort of a mix of the two.
"Thanks," he said. "Nice...computer." He uncrossed his arms. "Did I do something wrong, officer?"
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Hammerhead
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STOP. HAMMAHHEAD[A1i:3]
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 20:01:41 GMT -5
His nostrils flared. "Sergeant," he corrected. "Yeah, you did. See, Rodger, you did something wrong. Very wrong. You showed up in my database." He cracked his neck and stepped forward.
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 20:04:25 GMT -5
He grinned. "Sergent, then. So what if I did?" He took a step forward, clenching his fists. "And the name's Tattoo. Only my friends call me Rodger."
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Hammerhead
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 20:07:08 GMT -5
He smirked. "Oh. Sorry, Freak. Or maybe you prefer Worthless. Or Abomination." He put his nose to the Homo-Inferior's. "Or my personal favorite. Lesser..."
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 20:08:29 GMT -5
Tattoo didn't even twitch at the names. He just drew his arm back and punched him in the face. "Lesser? You don't know who you're talking to, buddy."
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Hammerhead
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 20:10:24 GMT -5
He staggered, spitting blood on the ground. In one swift motion, he threw a punch to Tattoo's nose full strength. If those tattoos so much as flinched, he had just the thing....
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 20:12:39 GMT -5
Tattoo stumbled back, aiming a punch at the guy's stomach and bringing his other arm towards his head. He wasn't about to use his powers. Not yet, anyway. He wanted a good, clean fight.
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Hammerhead
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 20:15:11 GMT -5
He took the punch to the stomach, but grabbed the arm going for his head. His other hand threw an uppercut as he let go of the arm. Then, he ducked sort of low and wrapped his arms around the guy's waist, putting his weight into it for a simple take-down.
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Post by Tattoo on Jun 6, 2010 20:28:55 GMT -5
He fell and then punched him, standing up. He picked the guy up and put his head between his legs, dropping him down as he fell also, slamming the guy to the ground.
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Hammerhead
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Post by Hammerhead on Jun 6, 2010 20:32:21 GMT -5
He let out a groan as he hit the asphalt, the wind knocked out of him. He rolled to his feet, blood trickling down the back of his head. In a flash he pulled out his N-67 pistol and fired.
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