Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 11:44:40 GMT -5
Stargirl: "All right, Edward-Scissored-My-Face," she spoke in a heavily bored and whispered tone to a supposedly artistic statue of a man that seemed to be missing the majority of his stony visage. "Where's the backdoor? It's obvious that's where you were snuck in from in the dark of night, 'cuz you're actually quite hideous." It was apparent that she had little in the means of fascination for the priceless artifacts that littered the vast room, one of many that her class were scheduled to tour before the end of the day. At least Gotham City was a different sight than the typical humdrum of normalcy for the teenage blonde. A sigh slipped through pursed lips as an eyeroll shifted her gaze enough to catch the view of the elderly museum guide that had been staring suspiciously at Courtney since she began her little chat with this weird gargoyle dude. She sighed again, making a show of patting the area that his cheek was suppose to be, before stepping back to join the mixed mass of distracted and uncaring high-schoolers. The tour guide eased her way closer and cleared her throat a couple of times, clapping her hands together to pull together their collective attention. "Now, young ladies and gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind following me to the elevator and we'll continue on with learning about the early Neoclassicism era and the shift from the Renaissance." A cackle trailed after her as she began to shuffle slowly, leading the underwhelmed herd in the proper direction. Courtney scowled at the back of someone's head as she followed, grumbling about the folly of uninteresting field trips and backdoors.
Huntress:Gotham City was an interesting place to people who didn’t live there, to people who didn’t know much about it. The buildings of downtown were tall and menacing compared to the lower stories that surrounded them, the streets bustled with people of all shapes, colors and sizes and the noise level always seemed to be at an amazing high. Car horns blared, people shouted, teens that skipped school caused juvenile havoc and once in a while you’d hear someone shout out their need to sell a paper, or a hotdog that had been in a corner cart for God knew how long. Historically there were parts of the city that were preserved by the ever present Bruce Wayne, parts that were forgotten and threatened to cave in on itself then of course there was the museum. It was large, two storied and prided itself on gathering collections from all over the world, especially if it could get them in before Metropolis could.
As the group of students was led through the elongated hallways speckled with history, art and the generically boring for the average high school student, the soft hum of the A/C kicked on, dimming the lights in the building barely as it gathered up enough electricity and caused a vacuum that swung a door wide just as the blonde was passing by. This part of the museum was taped off with an old velvet rope, with an equally old sign that stated the exhibit was currently closed to the public and yet it seemed curiously busy the moment those doors swung wide. Inside there were men, six of them all wearing staff uniforms. Three security guards with their hair slicked back, one janitor with a mop and a bucket that was discarded to the side and two other employees where badges hung off of wrinkled polo shirts. One of the security guards was crouched down, his head bowed though his body towards that wide swinging door as he was tying his shiny black shoe that was scuffed on the front and the others were all gathered around him, as if waiting for something. In the last moments before the heavy door shifted to swing shut he glanced up, forehead glistening with sweat, and the body of a man laying in front of him in nothing but boxers, a white undershirt and clearly missing his shoes. The man could have been sleeping, except there was a trail of crimson leaking down the side of his forehead from his hairline slowly. As Courtney passed by, he’d give her a wink, a smirk and the door would close once again cutting off the already quiet voices into a barely heard muffle.
Stargirl: It wasn't that Courtney was a glutton for punishment, or sought out to start trouble where it may not already lie. Perhaps it was more that danger was attracted to her in some fated way, an overt awareness of when things were not how they should be. Between youthfulness and heroics, the girl was doomed to live a bright and dangerous life. These thoughts were not her own at the moment, however, as the droning of the tour guide was loud enough to interrupt even the most distracted of minds. Nimble fingers stretched in a comb-like fashion, shoveling back through her wild mane as she allowed her pace to ease to the point where she wandered more than followed. The other teenagers kept pace as a whole, though, like an animal pact relocating to a safer location and this was how she happened to glance through an open doorway.
Intelligent eyes swept over the scene allowed to her staring for the few brief moments, from the unconscious male to the waiting persons and finally to the sweaty oaf who dared to give her a wink. A scowl was an automatic response, swiping her previously lazy expression of boredom right off her tanned face. The hell? Courtney stopped just on the other side of the door as her group continued on, successfully reaching an elevator bay so that they may go up to the second level. The nearest student to her at the end of the herd, a studiously quiet boy who had the unfortunate issue of shadowing his more popular classmates, glanced over in silent question. The girl quickly gripped her stomach with her forearm, clasping her hand against her side as she pretended to bite back a groan. She mouthed the word 'bathroom' and tried her best to appear genuine in her pain, enough so that the student nodded and continued on without worry that one of their own was left behind. It took less than a minute for everyone to clear the hallway.
Now came one of the bigger issues for her; nature verses nurture. Her nature dictated that she stride over to the door, shove it open, and completely interrupt whatever shady shit the motley crew that looked like a bad parody of the Village People were doing. But nurture, or what limited guidance she had received from her stepdad over how heroes needed to practice a level of patience when dealing with the baddies, said she needed to do some reconnaissance first. The bridge of her nose wrinkled in distaste at the idea of picking the less fun option of the two, but the typically reckless youth decided to give a listen before de-manning and incapacitating them. Slipping soundlessly in reverse until she could press herself along the edge of the outer door frame, Courtney nudged the tip of her shoe against the wood to carefully make the door crack open enough that she might hear what is being said.
Huntress: The door indeed opened silently, the well oiled hinges not daring to squeak as it was cracked and sound filtered through. “So, this is simple, right?” The first voice was gruff, dim almost with how much base filtered through the words that sounded as if he was already missing some teeth. “Simple? Fuck no it isn’t simple you walking tree trunk. We’re doing this in _the middle of the afternoon_ surrounded by grade-schoolers and old ladies.” A snap came from the floor and the voice shifted to a high level as if the owner of it was standing. “Then uh…why’re we…?” A sound came through, like a hand smacking against flesh. “Do you even have a brain in there?” “Aw don’t be so hard on him, Percy. He’s the brawn not the brains.” “No shit.” The voice, the clear leader “Percy” snapped out and seemed to stride across the room as the voices grew a bit fainter. “You’d think he’d remember the reasons, the clearly defined goal that we had. It’s day time, and do you know what doesn’t show up in day time?” There was silence, a full fifteen seconds of utter silence and then another voice chimed in. “…owls?” A breath was taken, and it was safe to assume from the way Percy spoke again that the breath was taken to sooth his temper as he stated through ground teeth “bats” before walking further from the door. “Oh right!” There was a collective tone of agreement from around the room and then the air cut off at the same time the elevator doors dinged open and that heavy wooden door swung wide suddenly.
There was a pause as each of the six men turned their gazes towards the door, towards the girl that was standing there, if she still was. “Hey there sweetheart.” The one who had been tying his shoe stepped forward, pushing his fingers through his hair as he grinned at her and the other men simply watched. “Lost from your little field trip?” Maybe she was a high schooler, maybe she was a college student, but clearly something had interested her, and he figured her curiosity brought her right to where he wouldn’t mind having an extra chat with the pretty blonde that had scowled at him. The body that had been laying on the floor was gone, like it had never been there and he was still moving forward at an easy going pace though a line of sweat dripped down from his temple. If this little bitch screamed, it could have been the end before it began.
Stargirl:A luminescent grin lapped over her features, baring her teeth fully to the point of almost appearing wolfish. Courtney may be reckless by any account, but she was no fool. Sliding her toe out to hold open the door, the blonde crossed her arms in a casually loose binding over her chest and leaned against the door-frame, sliding her gaze from one man to the next in silent perusal. "Hi." Zeroing in her gaze to the male on the far right, she allowed her hand to stretch from wrist to index finger to bring the digit to a point, starting with the one who called her 'Sweetheart'. "Lemme guess; Screamer," she began, in a practiced bored tone that borderlined being insolent. Her finger would hop down the line in sync with her following five words, predicting each one's fate before she was done with them. "Crier, Runner, Fainter, Squealer, annnd Pants-Wetter!" It was only then that her easy expression grew harder as it transformed into a smirk, taunting lazily as the hand dropped and her fingers snapped in a show of apparent disappointment. "Well, shit. I only get six dwarves to play with? Not quite a full fairytale ending, but I'll make do."
It usually worked to her advantage, being young and mouthy. It was more oft than naught that she was underestimated due to being a teenage girl that looked more like she belonged at prancing at a school dance or football game, but it was really her barbed tongue that brought trouble rushing blindly in her direction. Courtney allowed the combination to weaken her foe before she even handed them their asses, and so far it would seem a bunch of idiots needed to meet a reckoning before this day would be through. "Sorry boys, I like having more room to play. Step into my office," she issued the invitation as she purposefully stepped backward and into the empty viewing gallery, allowing the door to swing shut between them. They had to know she heard bits and pieces of their devised plan, just as it should be obvious she wasn't about to corner herself in a small space with six desperate henchmen.
Huntress:“Hi.” She said it so simply, with that wide grin spreading her face that the look on each men went from cocky, from lewd and downright gutter minded to confused, blank in some cases…and in one that strange vapid look remained in his eyes. The big one. The one that clearly looked like he could punch a hole through concrete simply sniffled, making a sucking sound of snot in his nostrils and that was the only response she was given for a long moment as silence rang on behind her words. Finally, seemingly once the gears began to turn once again and normal brain functions resumed Percy -aka- Screamer snorted out a laugh and took a few more steps forward towards her. “Cute little girl, bravado and all.” “What’s bravado?” Someone whispered and another one shushed them loudly. “We’ll be giving you something to play with.” And then his hand came down to the crotch of his black uniform pants, gave himself a grab and a little wiggle. “Come on over-…hey!” He jerked forward in surprised then stopped as she walked out and the door swung closed. “Uh…boss?” “She heard the plan, didn’t she?” “GET HER!” There was a rush of footfalls, heavy set as the six of them ran towards the door. A distinctive thump was heard against the wood, as clearly too many of them tried to get through and muffled shouting. “That little…that’s my foot!” “Get out of the way!” “Whose hand was that!?”
As Courtney backed up into the gallery she’d bump back into someone, a hard lean body, crossed arms over their chest and if she looked back, icy blue eyes would be peering down at her through a purple mask. “Lost?” The voice was distinctly female, distinctly dangerous and her lips twisted a bit in a smirk. Cute, a little high school kid getting wrapped up in something like this. Of course, the Huntress had heard the conversation, which had made it all the more interesting. Hell of a spine this blonde had. “You can go now.” She said as the door came open with a loud bang and the six fell into the room.
Stargirl:"You may be the lost one here, as this is my play-date. Who invited you?" Courtney's spine bristled in youthful indignation. Her tone bit without a meanness underlying the syllables, denoting that she may have been put off by the woman's chosen greeting yet she held no real malice toward her. Emotions, especially those of a teenager, were fickle and tenacious at best. And Courtney was hellbent to keep her sour attitude aimed at the men who had ruined her perfectly dull class trip. Her attention flickered back toward the source of her ire, having not misheard the lewding at her expense before she had began to draw them free of their confinement.
"Hey, how many idiots does it take to open a door?" The beginning of the jest was directed at the mysteriously masked female, though her sharp gaze hadn't shifted from its focus on the entrance in question. A teasing grin flirted her lips into a fullness and broke wide as she laughed loudly. "Apparently seven, as they've yet to manage such a feat." Mocking, as always. It undermined a foe's confidence and gave them more irrational anger to work with when attempting to counter her. This girl liked to be unsettling. A slender hand had met with the jutting bone outlined over the waistband of her jean shorts, cupping the thin layer of flesh in a show of cockiness. She wanted those men to trip free, spot their opponent, and make stupidly unprocessed actions. Sure, it meant less toying with these villains, but they hardly looked a challenge. She eyed the woman again out of the corner of her eye, taking the brief reprieve from taunting to demand, "Who are you and why are you here."
Huntress: “Play-date?” An unseen brow rose behind a purple mask as the taller woman openly stared down at the blonde with an expression between confusion, mild irritation and amusement. “They invited me.” Her chin tipped upward as she motioned towards the door with it and slowly her arms moved from their uncrossed position. The woman was well armed, a utility belt at her waist holding all sorts of fun looking objects but the most dangerous was strapped in against her thigh in the form of a compact crossbow. “Don’t you have parents to catch up to? A school trip? Baby-sitter?” This kid was pretty young, and God how Helena knew how easy it was to bristle someone her age - she had been the type to blindly dive into situations herself. …Maybe even still was…
“Too many.” Was said curtly in response to the jest and the Huntress found herself struggling not to have the corners of her lips turn up in a smile. She was reminded of another blonde, hot-headed, go getter and just as ready to mouth off to anyone who came her way. As the thumping on the door continued she turned her blue gaze from it to the fresher topic at hand and gave her a once over, as if trying to determine just what she had in mind. “Those are my questions, do you always talk so much?” But then the men busted through the door, red-faced, just as sweaty and eager to get their hands on the taunting teenager.
“Come out and play you little bi-AHHHGN!” Percy was indeed a screamer and the shocked look crossed his face the moment he took in the tall dark haired woman standing behind the blonde, his arms coming out to basically clothesline the men around him and they all stopped in grunting unison. “It’s one of the bat-kids!” Annoyance crossed the face of said woman as she looked back up at the men, her lips pulling down in a scowl. “Jesus Christ, what do we do boss!?” “Tree-trunk, go!” And the very large, very dumb man broke through the line of men like a bad game of red rover and ran steam roll fashion between the two girls. “Move, kid!” If the blonde hadn’t of done something by that point, Helena certainly would have grabbed her by the back of the shirt and yanked her bodily out of the way.
Huntress:Gotham City was an interesting place to people who didn’t live there, to people who didn’t know much about it. The buildings of downtown were tall and menacing compared to the lower stories that surrounded them, the streets bustled with people of all shapes, colors and sizes and the noise level always seemed to be at an amazing high. Car horns blared, people shouted, teens that skipped school caused juvenile havoc and once in a while you’d hear someone shout out their need to sell a paper, or a hotdog that had been in a corner cart for God knew how long. Historically there were parts of the city that were preserved by the ever present Bruce Wayne, parts that were forgotten and threatened to cave in on itself then of course there was the museum. It was large, two storied and prided itself on gathering collections from all over the world, especially if it could get them in before Metropolis could.
As the group of students was led through the elongated hallways speckled with history, art and the generically boring for the average high school student, the soft hum of the A/C kicked on, dimming the lights in the building barely as it gathered up enough electricity and caused a vacuum that swung a door wide just as the blonde was passing by. This part of the museum was taped off with an old velvet rope, with an equally old sign that stated the exhibit was currently closed to the public and yet it seemed curiously busy the moment those doors swung wide. Inside there were men, six of them all wearing staff uniforms. Three security guards with their hair slicked back, one janitor with a mop and a bucket that was discarded to the side and two other employees where badges hung off of wrinkled polo shirts. One of the security guards was crouched down, his head bowed though his body towards that wide swinging door as he was tying his shiny black shoe that was scuffed on the front and the others were all gathered around him, as if waiting for something. In the last moments before the heavy door shifted to swing shut he glanced up, forehead glistening with sweat, and the body of a man laying in front of him in nothing but boxers, a white undershirt and clearly missing his shoes. The man could have been sleeping, except there was a trail of crimson leaking down the side of his forehead from his hairline slowly. As Courtney passed by, he’d give her a wink, a smirk and the door would close once again cutting off the already quiet voices into a barely heard muffle.
Stargirl: It wasn't that Courtney was a glutton for punishment, or sought out to start trouble where it may not already lie. Perhaps it was more that danger was attracted to her in some fated way, an overt awareness of when things were not how they should be. Between youthfulness and heroics, the girl was doomed to live a bright and dangerous life. These thoughts were not her own at the moment, however, as the droning of the tour guide was loud enough to interrupt even the most distracted of minds. Nimble fingers stretched in a comb-like fashion, shoveling back through her wild mane as she allowed her pace to ease to the point where she wandered more than followed. The other teenagers kept pace as a whole, though, like an animal pact relocating to a safer location and this was how she happened to glance through an open doorway.
Intelligent eyes swept over the scene allowed to her staring for the few brief moments, from the unconscious male to the waiting persons and finally to the sweaty oaf who dared to give her a wink. A scowl was an automatic response, swiping her previously lazy expression of boredom right off her tanned face. The hell? Courtney stopped just on the other side of the door as her group continued on, successfully reaching an elevator bay so that they may go up to the second level. The nearest student to her at the end of the herd, a studiously quiet boy who had the unfortunate issue of shadowing his more popular classmates, glanced over in silent question. The girl quickly gripped her stomach with her forearm, clasping her hand against her side as she pretended to bite back a groan. She mouthed the word 'bathroom' and tried her best to appear genuine in her pain, enough so that the student nodded and continued on without worry that one of their own was left behind. It took less than a minute for everyone to clear the hallway.
Now came one of the bigger issues for her; nature verses nurture. Her nature dictated that she stride over to the door, shove it open, and completely interrupt whatever shady shit the motley crew that looked like a bad parody of the Village People were doing. But nurture, or what limited guidance she had received from her stepdad over how heroes needed to practice a level of patience when dealing with the baddies, said she needed to do some reconnaissance first. The bridge of her nose wrinkled in distaste at the idea of picking the less fun option of the two, but the typically reckless youth decided to give a listen before de-manning and incapacitating them. Slipping soundlessly in reverse until she could press herself along the edge of the outer door frame, Courtney nudged the tip of her shoe against the wood to carefully make the door crack open enough that she might hear what is being said.
Huntress: The door indeed opened silently, the well oiled hinges not daring to squeak as it was cracked and sound filtered through. “So, this is simple, right?” The first voice was gruff, dim almost with how much base filtered through the words that sounded as if he was already missing some teeth. “Simple? Fuck no it isn’t simple you walking tree trunk. We’re doing this in _the middle of the afternoon_ surrounded by grade-schoolers and old ladies.” A snap came from the floor and the voice shifted to a high level as if the owner of it was standing. “Then uh…why’re we…?” A sound came through, like a hand smacking against flesh. “Do you even have a brain in there?” “Aw don’t be so hard on him, Percy. He’s the brawn not the brains.” “No shit.” The voice, the clear leader “Percy” snapped out and seemed to stride across the room as the voices grew a bit fainter. “You’d think he’d remember the reasons, the clearly defined goal that we had. It’s day time, and do you know what doesn’t show up in day time?” There was silence, a full fifteen seconds of utter silence and then another voice chimed in. “…owls?” A breath was taken, and it was safe to assume from the way Percy spoke again that the breath was taken to sooth his temper as he stated through ground teeth “bats” before walking further from the door. “Oh right!” There was a collective tone of agreement from around the room and then the air cut off at the same time the elevator doors dinged open and that heavy wooden door swung wide suddenly.
There was a pause as each of the six men turned their gazes towards the door, towards the girl that was standing there, if she still was. “Hey there sweetheart.” The one who had been tying his shoe stepped forward, pushing his fingers through his hair as he grinned at her and the other men simply watched. “Lost from your little field trip?” Maybe she was a high schooler, maybe she was a college student, but clearly something had interested her, and he figured her curiosity brought her right to where he wouldn’t mind having an extra chat with the pretty blonde that had scowled at him. The body that had been laying on the floor was gone, like it had never been there and he was still moving forward at an easy going pace though a line of sweat dripped down from his temple. If this little bitch screamed, it could have been the end before it began.
Stargirl:A luminescent grin lapped over her features, baring her teeth fully to the point of almost appearing wolfish. Courtney may be reckless by any account, but she was no fool. Sliding her toe out to hold open the door, the blonde crossed her arms in a casually loose binding over her chest and leaned against the door-frame, sliding her gaze from one man to the next in silent perusal. "Hi." Zeroing in her gaze to the male on the far right, she allowed her hand to stretch from wrist to index finger to bring the digit to a point, starting with the one who called her 'Sweetheart'. "Lemme guess; Screamer," she began, in a practiced bored tone that borderlined being insolent. Her finger would hop down the line in sync with her following five words, predicting each one's fate before she was done with them. "Crier, Runner, Fainter, Squealer, annnd Pants-Wetter!" It was only then that her easy expression grew harder as it transformed into a smirk, taunting lazily as the hand dropped and her fingers snapped in a show of apparent disappointment. "Well, shit. I only get six dwarves to play with? Not quite a full fairytale ending, but I'll make do."
It usually worked to her advantage, being young and mouthy. It was more oft than naught that she was underestimated due to being a teenage girl that looked more like she belonged at prancing at a school dance or football game, but it was really her barbed tongue that brought trouble rushing blindly in her direction. Courtney allowed the combination to weaken her foe before she even handed them their asses, and so far it would seem a bunch of idiots needed to meet a reckoning before this day would be through. "Sorry boys, I like having more room to play. Step into my office," she issued the invitation as she purposefully stepped backward and into the empty viewing gallery, allowing the door to swing shut between them. They had to know she heard bits and pieces of their devised plan, just as it should be obvious she wasn't about to corner herself in a small space with six desperate henchmen.
Huntress:“Hi.” She said it so simply, with that wide grin spreading her face that the look on each men went from cocky, from lewd and downright gutter minded to confused, blank in some cases…and in one that strange vapid look remained in his eyes. The big one. The one that clearly looked like he could punch a hole through concrete simply sniffled, making a sucking sound of snot in his nostrils and that was the only response she was given for a long moment as silence rang on behind her words. Finally, seemingly once the gears began to turn once again and normal brain functions resumed Percy -aka- Screamer snorted out a laugh and took a few more steps forward towards her. “Cute little girl, bravado and all.” “What’s bravado?” Someone whispered and another one shushed them loudly. “We’ll be giving you something to play with.” And then his hand came down to the crotch of his black uniform pants, gave himself a grab and a little wiggle. “Come on over-…hey!” He jerked forward in surprised then stopped as she walked out and the door swung closed. “Uh…boss?” “She heard the plan, didn’t she?” “GET HER!” There was a rush of footfalls, heavy set as the six of them ran towards the door. A distinctive thump was heard against the wood, as clearly too many of them tried to get through and muffled shouting. “That little…that’s my foot!” “Get out of the way!” “Whose hand was that!?”
As Courtney backed up into the gallery she’d bump back into someone, a hard lean body, crossed arms over their chest and if she looked back, icy blue eyes would be peering down at her through a purple mask. “Lost?” The voice was distinctly female, distinctly dangerous and her lips twisted a bit in a smirk. Cute, a little high school kid getting wrapped up in something like this. Of course, the Huntress had heard the conversation, which had made it all the more interesting. Hell of a spine this blonde had. “You can go now.” She said as the door came open with a loud bang and the six fell into the room.
Stargirl:"You may be the lost one here, as this is my play-date. Who invited you?" Courtney's spine bristled in youthful indignation. Her tone bit without a meanness underlying the syllables, denoting that she may have been put off by the woman's chosen greeting yet she held no real malice toward her. Emotions, especially those of a teenager, were fickle and tenacious at best. And Courtney was hellbent to keep her sour attitude aimed at the men who had ruined her perfectly dull class trip. Her attention flickered back toward the source of her ire, having not misheard the lewding at her expense before she had began to draw them free of their confinement.
"Hey, how many idiots does it take to open a door?" The beginning of the jest was directed at the mysteriously masked female, though her sharp gaze hadn't shifted from its focus on the entrance in question. A teasing grin flirted her lips into a fullness and broke wide as she laughed loudly. "Apparently seven, as they've yet to manage such a feat." Mocking, as always. It undermined a foe's confidence and gave them more irrational anger to work with when attempting to counter her. This girl liked to be unsettling. A slender hand had met with the jutting bone outlined over the waistband of her jean shorts, cupping the thin layer of flesh in a show of cockiness. She wanted those men to trip free, spot their opponent, and make stupidly unprocessed actions. Sure, it meant less toying with these villains, but they hardly looked a challenge. She eyed the woman again out of the corner of her eye, taking the brief reprieve from taunting to demand, "Who are you and why are you here."
Huntress: “Play-date?” An unseen brow rose behind a purple mask as the taller woman openly stared down at the blonde with an expression between confusion, mild irritation and amusement. “They invited me.” Her chin tipped upward as she motioned towards the door with it and slowly her arms moved from their uncrossed position. The woman was well armed, a utility belt at her waist holding all sorts of fun looking objects but the most dangerous was strapped in against her thigh in the form of a compact crossbow. “Don’t you have parents to catch up to? A school trip? Baby-sitter?” This kid was pretty young, and God how Helena knew how easy it was to bristle someone her age - she had been the type to blindly dive into situations herself. …Maybe even still was…
“Too many.” Was said curtly in response to the jest and the Huntress found herself struggling not to have the corners of her lips turn up in a smile. She was reminded of another blonde, hot-headed, go getter and just as ready to mouth off to anyone who came her way. As the thumping on the door continued she turned her blue gaze from it to the fresher topic at hand and gave her a once over, as if trying to determine just what she had in mind. “Those are my questions, do you always talk so much?” But then the men busted through the door, red-faced, just as sweaty and eager to get their hands on the taunting teenager.
“Come out and play you little bi-AHHHGN!” Percy was indeed a screamer and the shocked look crossed his face the moment he took in the tall dark haired woman standing behind the blonde, his arms coming out to basically clothesline the men around him and they all stopped in grunting unison. “It’s one of the bat-kids!” Annoyance crossed the face of said woman as she looked back up at the men, her lips pulling down in a scowl. “Jesus Christ, what do we do boss!?” “Tree-trunk, go!” And the very large, very dumb man broke through the line of men like a bad game of red rover and ran steam roll fashion between the two girls. “Move, kid!” If the blonde hadn’t of done something by that point, Helena certainly would have grabbed her by the back of the shirt and yanked her bodily out of the way.
