It was a crisp fall dag in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden stoel, kruk in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the seconde floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black busje, van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her hart-, hart racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of writing something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black busje, van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her jas and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed halsketting, ketting which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same dag that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
meer importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black busje, van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her hart-, hart racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of writing something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black busje, van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her jas and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed halsketting, ketting which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same dag that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
meer importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Name: Alexandria "Alex" Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age: 15
Powers/skills: -Flight (wings)
-Can attract metal to herself
-Superspeed (vampire form only)
-Supersenses
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she spleet, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and spleet, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Theme: Everything burns, door Anatacia and Ben Moody
Other: Has a older (creepy) brother
-Vampire form is triggered door anger/rage
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a mol on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a mol on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate door touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered door KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused door her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate door touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered door KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused door her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.