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Post by Plastic-Man on Nov 1, 2007 19:37:48 GMT -5
The JLA watchtower can be a pretty boring place when your not on guard duty. Some find entertainment in the few earth side transports that are scheduled to keep the inhabitants of this space station, that suffer from, or are from day to day growing a case of claustrophobia, from going out of their minds. Others sit in, and enjoy a quiet book, or hit the gym to pass the seemingly endless downtime. There are also those few over-deticated individuals, not mentioning any names...."cough..cou.BATMAN.gh....cough co..J'onn J'onzz.ugh...eh excuese me, got something in my throat. Now where was i?"..These individuals find that utilizing there alloted downtime to monitor and scan and re-scan everything from here to New Zealand, a better use of said time. But believe it or not there are still those brave souls who dare to sit down, witha big o bag of chips, a HUGE glug of Dr. Pibb, and waste away what little brain matter they have left watching crapy old movies, and daytime talk shows. "I am one of these brave few."The theme to "Jerry Springer" echo's down the sterile steel walls of the hallway that leads to the Rec-room on level 5 of the JLA watchtower. The light buzzing from the TV casts a silhouette of an old three seater, apple red, davenport couch, like from the simpsons, through the doorway to the room. "Today we got a great show, cheating lovers on trial, a showcase of who's my baby's daddy, and buffet of "guess who I am sleeping with"....all here today on the "Jerry Springer Show"...(theme music plays)...as the couch speaks... "OH Jerry you slay me...." The red cough with yellow trim suddenly grows an arm with a hand on the end, reaches into a bowl full of corn chips, grabs a handful, and stuffs its seat cushion face. Munching away it speaks with its mouth full.... "Yah know Jerry...(munch munch)...Yuu schoudd wonn frr pwess-a-dennt.....(munch munch)... Yeah....I am a couch potato.....ok ..so I am a couch too. But at least its more fun than looking at all those screens waiting for something to happen....I bet Mr.Terrific would disagree with me though. O'well ...cool were back from commercial....The couch feeds itself another handful of chips laughing as it does. 
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Post by NPC1 on Nov 1, 2007 22:31:06 GMT -5
Woman's voice: "---n't think he would have let him go that easily."
Man's voice:"Well, sometimes J'onn knows when ta hold the reigns a bit."
The footsteps wear closer to the doorway of the 17th flour lounge. Two sets - one soft, one hard. Brown cowboy boots clack in first. Wide white brimmed hat follows. Along with a southern accent.
Southern Male:"I'll tell ya - I never had my jaw take a whippin' like that!"
Softer, more steady feet pad into view. Steady, almost cautiously placed. In a shade like the fur of a lion.
Tawny Woman:"Takes quite a man to admit that, Vigilante. I doubt Atom Smasher or Wildcat would have as much gall."
She softly flops down on the couch, kicking her feet up on the side. Gold bracelets clang beautifly together with every motion. Vigilante tips his hat back a bit and heads for the replication unit for some food.
Vigilante:"Why thank you, Vixen. That's down-right kind o' ya. Do you want anything while I'm up?"
Mari feels the tips of her fingers tap onto ceramic. She pauses, curiously, and picks up the bowl of chips by her side.
Vixen:"Seems like someone already thought of me. But thanks, Tex."
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Post by Plastic-Man on Nov 1, 2007 23:08:31 GMT -5
The channel suddenly changes from cheating midget lovers to an all nighter horror fest marathon. Upon her quick inspection the TV remote is nowhere to be found, and Vixen is left wondering how it happened. Soon after a light snickering can be heard in the room. The erie yet subtle laughs seems as if they were coming from all around. Compounded with the sounds of the "slasher" flick, the scene in the room becomes that much more weird. Plastic man, thinking to himself, works up a bit of a plan...
"Wow..I could really work one over on these two...he he heh."
Silently the couch waits for the right opportunity.
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Post by NPC1 on Nov 2, 2007 0:16:19 GMT -5
Vixen: "Did you--?"
She shifts uneasily on the sofa, sitting herself more upright.
Vigilante: "Get you a drink? 'Course I did. Wouldn't be very gentlemanly like."
Vixen: "No. Laugh. Or change the channel for that matter."
The Texan hero cocks his head to the left as he sits down. Beer in his right hand, he stares at the television.
Vigilante: "I thought you did. Oh! How'd you know this was one o' my favorite movies?!"
He laughs. She doesn't.
Vixen: "Something's...not right."
Vigilante: "I'll say....they cut the best part right out!"
Sliding the bottle under his mask, Vigilante tips his head back, taking a swig.
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Post by Plastic-Man on Nov 2, 2007 10:42:30 GMT -5
Sitting now uncomfortably on a seemingly comfortable enough couch, the movie continues into all its censored glory. Just before the "scary" climax of the story, Vixen feel a hand creep along her shoulder. The gentle yet obvious and brazen movement, would suggest that Vigilante has never moved passed that,"Drive in" stage of his romantic adulthood. The childish advance seems harmless enough, until suddenly the curious hand quickly makes its way down her back to her rear, and piggishly squeezes. Immediately afterwhich, the presence of the hand, as if it had planned it on its own, vanishes.
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Post by NPC1 on Nov 2, 2007 14:52:07 GMT -5
Vixen casts a smiling glance at Vigilante out of the corner of her eye. The assumed advance wasn't entirely unwelcomed, but was regarded as a bit of a surprise. The sudden grope, however, issued forth a wicked snarl from Vixen's throat. She leaned back violently, as if a sleeping lion had been so rudely awoke. Vixen: " WHAT do you think you're doing!?" Corn chips fly out of the bowl, beer spills over its boundaries. Her comrade, equaly as startled, jolts in shock at her abrupt outburst. One hand in the bowl, one hand holding his bottle, his eyes rise in sheepish recoil. Vigilante: "I didn't DO anything!" Her eyes sight the position of his hands and realizes that he couldn't have touched her so quickly. Vixen: "Someone just touched me. The "inappropriate" way." Vigilante: "Well, I can assure you, ma'am, I'd never grasp a lady anywhere I wasn't welcome." Vixen: "I told you something's wrong. Either we have spooks...or someone else is in here."   |
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Post by Plastic-Man on Nov 7, 2007 16:28:41 GMT -5
Jumping up and down now on the inside, Plastic-man does all he can not to break out in laughter....
"Wow look at her....heheh heh...she's loosin' it, I almost expected her to slap Vigilante. This is WAY more entertaining than Jerry.....and I thought this was going to be a boring night....Ahhh I cant take it any longer....time to crash this train!"
Plastic-man waits until their curious eyes leave each others sight for just a second and....WHAM...a gentle yet firm squeeze of Vigilante's buttox is landed for a brief moment.
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Post by NPC1 on Nov 7, 2007 17:09:46 GMT -5
Vigilante: "What in the sam-hill--!!??"
He sets his beer down and shoots a firm look at Vixen.
Vigilante: "Now, look here, Mari...I don't mind much in the way of being friendly, but that wasn't a necessary cover-up. I don't 'toss in the hay' til' after the first kiss."
Fully offended and speechless, she puffs out her cheeks in an exasperated sigh.
Vixen: "You!? I didn't--!! Augggghh!"
She throws her hands up in the air, throughly defiled and undignified in front, or by, her friend. Vixen sets to her feet and storms out of the room. Her companion simply stares at her blankly, as if struck dumb by the emotions of women.
Vigilante: "Mari, I---............aw, shoot."
His head hangs. White hat is taken off, he sets it down on the cushion beside him.
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Post by Plastic-Man on Nov 7, 2007 17:36:22 GMT -5
Suddenly an exact look-a-like of John Wayne's head grows right under Vigilantes hat, lifting the hat up off the seat resting it perfectly on the "Duke's" head. The head, showing only up to its neck, turns with that priceless Wayne expression...  John Wayne's head:"Now dont look so down kid....what yah need ta do is rush in there, grab her by the arm, swing her round', and plant one on her ta let her know whos boss. Course, ya wanna' be weary that shes not think' bout fillin yah full ah lead first." The head bobs as it talks, and smiles with that half drunk look when it finishes. |
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Post by NPC1 on Nov 7, 2007 18:12:10 GMT -5
The gun-toting hero lets out a sigh himself, red handkerchief blowing with the breeze. His head, brown hair matted down from the weight of the ten-gallon, turns and looks unexpectedly at the "Duke".
Vigilante: "Aw, now, c'mon. Vixen's not the type o' girl that you can just walk up to. Ya'know, Plastic-man, one day you're gonna...you're gonna...aw, Hell!"
Jeans wrinkle as he stands up, grabbing his hat back with a swipe.
Vigilante: "An' just how d'you figure I'd even do something like that ta' Mari?! She's a fellow Justice Leaguer and a darn good one at that! Further more, I'll be a sawed-off horse if I let you talk that way about a lady! Now, git'up and find her and apologize!"
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