#starcstarter

[theblackcanarybird]

Dinah stepped out the cage after a brutal cage fight that had people roaring up a storm. Singing gigs were good and usually less violent but it wasn’t a dependable source of income. There was always someone to fight and underground fight clubs? They cashed in well. That and it attracted the kind of people she wanted to stop. The kind of people she wouldn’t feel guilty about beating up on. However, some of them did pack a punch. Ordering a beer, she was about to take a sip but she held the ice cold can to her cheek instead, soothing the bruise before it could swell.

[pathcrossed]

the air was cold around her, but she liked it. the feeling of almost being too cold to be outside on the rooftops. felicia found it better to think out here, rather than in her fairly posh apartment. got her back to her roots. a smile crossed her lips as she moved to sit on the edge of the rooftop ; legs dangling off the edge, to a normal person, this would be insane. but she had been doing this for most of her life at this point, it came natural.

a pause of her thinking as she moved to glance over her shoulder, moving her white hair out of the way ; blinking slightly. not many people could sneak up on her & she wouldn’t notice. she was impressed. “ — its rude to sneak up on someone like that, y’know, could get you hurt. ”

[samlxanders]

“M’gonna need people to stop calling me kid Nova just cause Richard is the other Nova. I’m like Thirty, at least call me just Nova or Nova Knight.” Sam complained still hounded by the fact that some still viewed him as that bright eyed spunky kid who donned his father’s nova helmet and became a hero. “Anyway, how’s your day going so far, you doing alright? Depending on the answer you give me I might just have to treat you to ice cream and dinner for taking the time to listen to me.”

[illusorybutterfly]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - City Park With: Open to all! :D 

“And that is why I hope this planned charitable event will help to foster relations between vigilantes, heroes and the everyday citizens of this city that has been so welcoming to me and my cause. Thank you.” Chou nodded softly as the assembled crowd applauded. 

He didn’t usually try and book out such large spaces as the city park, but the turnout had been decent and announcing he planned on throwing a charity gala deserved as wide an audience as possible.  

Stepping down from the podium he walked towards the crowd, happy to speak to all. “I do hope you don’t think my adding that small gala announcement to my usual speech was somewhat crass.” he chuckled quietly, “But it does seem to have got people talking.” 

[jxnxstvrsmvr]

OPEN!!

Jono had experienced true fear on a number of occasions. Some instances were easier to handle than others, easier to ignore the worry and doubt and strings of terror that came with mutant life — that came with his too-obvious disfigurement.

He had never experienced anything like this before, something so wholly chaotic that he couldn’t tell that it wasn’t real. That it wasn’t happening. He could hear their voices — his peers, his teammates, his past relationships and people he knew in passing. He could hear them cry out to him, blaming him for their pain and suffering. His own thoughts were drowned out, his voice having been suffocated by their cries of anguish and terror. They were hurting, because of him, and they honed in on that, letting him know that he had destroyed their lives with the very essence of what he was — fire.

Around him, and away from the absolute fear that gripped him, came destruction. Jono was lucky in the sense that those near him turned tail to hide the minute his fire ate through his bindings; there would be no civilian causalities, thank the maker, but the bodega he had settled in front of to strum away some of his anxieties experienced the brunt of it. It burned and its structure started to collapse; the surrounding storefronts started to go as well, their posters and windows melting, cracking, from the force of the kinetic flame.

Jono stood there in the middle of the sidewalk with his hands against his ears; flame continued to engulf him as the terror grew, the red hot licking and slipping, escaping, from the shell of his body that still remained. It could not contain him. His hallucinations ate him away.

[slntsrn]

[ OPEN STARTER! ]

Water droplets were pulled from the air to nourish and bring back to life a section of garden plants that were overwhelmingly droopy - and maybe even a little crispy. They looked horrible and no one in the neighborhood seemed to do anything about it for a week now; she wouldn’t have intervened seeing as it wasn’t part of the District, but the flowers looked parched and pleading for something, so she had to oblige.

With most of the terror of Star City gone, Elysia felt comfortable enough to use her abilities outside of the wall. Though there was always someone to exploit her, she felt confident enough to defend herself.

[pixelware]

[ OPEN STARTER !! ]

The first thought that came to mind was that - she had a headache. It was head splitting, from ear to ear, and it certainly didn’t help with whatever the hell her current situation was. She wasn’t home, that’s for sure, and she definitely wasn’t in the same warehouse-esque type of building, either. It looked more like a school, from what she could gather through the headache turned migraine, but none of that really mattered right now because where the hell was she?

Panic started to ensnare her. She stumbled quickly out of the halls, her fabricated body glitching as she hurried past bewildered students and sidewalk enthusiasts. With quick blinks, Frankie clumsily tried to find a quieter, less crowded space to gain some sort of bearings. She didn’t know how long she’d been in there, and she couldn’t tell - there was nothing but light, blinding and bright.

A heavy glitch ripped through her when she bumped into someone; it was getting harder to breathe as she ushered out a slew of apologies as she hurried away towards what looked like a railing of some kind. As she drew nearer, she could see the ocean. With her grip heavy, Frankie willed herself to take in a deep breath of salt air and try to ease herself from the shock that threatened to take over - except there was no salt air, nothing but a memory of a breath and simulated tears that rolled down her cheeks and fell into nothingness.

She needed to know something, at least, so through the haze Frankie turned to the nearest living soul and through a broken, and quiet, sob, she asked, “what... year is it?”

[kidcable]

The teenage Mutant hasn’t meditated in so long, not since being dubbed a messiah and living in a post-apocalyptic future. Life is different now but it still helps him process all his thoughts. His body surrounded by wisps of pink telekinetic energy and found his way to be upside down while in a cross-legged position. It wasn’t until Nathan heard someone approach that his eyes open to take a look. “Hello. Are you looking for me?”