Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

Feeling an onslaught of fright, Mark started to back pedal while he stared at the menacing villain and the whirling helicopter like blur of his vicious red scarf. The heel of his work shoe caught on a track and sent Mark sprawling onto his khaki covered ass just as Vallie had announced her presence to the Vagabond. The meager businessman winced as his palms were scratched by their impact upon the rough gravel field that he landed abruptly upon as he turned his head back with a snap and let out a sigh of relief as he saw the heroine standing proud and defiant. Oh, thank god. He muttered as he tried to crab walk backwards to further distance himself from the top hat clad cretin whose attentions had shifted fully towards Vallie as her taunts called out across the tracks. Oh, feeling cocky are we, not stooping to sneak attacks, poor choice girly. The slender and tall darkly clad villain wrinkled his thin and narrow pock marked nose towards Vallie as his black leather glove clad hands spun his weaponry out in front of himself. It's a little different, when my backs not turned, Hammer Time. His crackled lips sneered in a cruel twisted smile as the flowing ends of his red scarf swirled outwards and spun about like a planes propeller, forming a hazy red shield a solid ten feet before himself. Speaking of which, where is your hammer? From the trains platform the crowded mass of civilians still were largely unaware of the pending showdown between good and evil as they were far more concerned with getting themselves out of harms way. Still though several camera phones remained focused on the tense face off while the police were just beginning to manage to gain some semblance of control over the frantic scattering scenario. As fate would have it, one of those cameras belonged to none other then Allison Weaver, a political correspondent for Empire City's premier news channel, Action Eight News. Are you getting this? She exclaimed as she had remained in the train and was looking out of the bullet shattered window towards the pending battle while the high def camera of her phone captured the imagery unfolding. I've never seen her, but I think she called herself Hammer Time? She spoke into the speaker phone while she gazed at the framed view she was recording and transmitting back to the station. Her eyes lit up as the production assistant responded. Tom wants to know if we can cut to you live? Oh fuck yeah, this is a mess and a heck of a lot more exciting then that gig in D.C. he sent me to cover. Her heart nearly jumped with joy as her words sang out of her mouth with enthusiasm. Then her professional side snapped into place as she composed herself with one big gulp and fill of her lungs that caused her chest to puff out. It was all happening so fast that Allison forgot to even mention that there were at least a half dozen naked people that fortunately weren't on camera at the moment. As Vallies countdown was issued the lanky Vagabond felt his body tense. His toes tapped against the ground and his hips sank as she called out one. His shoulders swayed as the word two left her lips and his knees prepped themselves to bound away from any oncoming blast that might pierce his blurry scarf formed shield. When the word three was spoken he instinctively lunged a single sweeping step towards his right, but quickly he realized that it wasn't Vallie that had called out the number. And we're live, in three, two, one.. The voice of the production assistant called out as Allison was more or less leaning out of the window now, broadcasting live to the Action Eight News at Noon. This is Allison Weaver coming to you live from the Empire City Train Depot where the heroine calling herself Hammer Time is trying to bring the fugitive Vagabond to justice! Let's dance. The Vagabond's stubble covered cheeks puffed up as his gaunt lips turned into a wide smile as he realized that it was all an apparent bluff on Vallies part. With a flick of his wrist the spinning shield unraveled as the twin ends of the deadly red weapon cracked like ever stretching whips towards the would be heroine.