ng_murderworld (ng_murderworld) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-25 18:42:00

Current location:	New Orleans, LA
Current mood:	amused
Entry tags:	antaeus, argo, inactive - alisa lebeau, inactive - entienne lebeau, inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, lady devil, nicholas salem, perenawska, plot-"welcome to murderworld", team - champions

It's the Greatest Show on Earth!
The van that turned down the street in front of the Champion's home looked like any other brown delivery truck. Black and gold letters painting it's side and a man in a uniform consisting of a hat, button-up shirt and shorts the same drab color of his van looking as bored as one could with his job. The van stopped just short of the former night club's entrance. The delivery driver turned around in his seat and rummaged around for the small package he had for the inhabitants.

Hopping out of his van, 10x10 box tucked under his arm, he headed to the door and rapped on it three times. Not waiting for an answer - there was no signature confirmation requested - he set it on the top step and went back to his van, signed off on his clipboard and started the vehicle up.

By the time the door to the old club opened, he was already driving away to carry on with the rest of his deliveries.

The brown cardboard box, ten inches by exactly ten inches was addressed to The Most Worthy 'Champion' and weighed perhaps three pounds at the most. There was no return address.

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 03:10 am UTC (link)

The car crested the top of that first hill, the big long fall that would gather the momentum to pull the train through all those loops. For a good five heartbeats that could have been eternity, Corey hung just over the hill. Looking down at the ground, almost a full football field below him.

The moment of eternity ended as he plummeted straight for that precious ground he wanted to be close to so very badly. At fifty miles an hour.

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	sandcastlegod 2010-01-28 04:10 am UTC (link)
	It's not his preferred way of getting closer to the earth, that's for sure, but he focuses despite the panic, and starts to pull up rocks from the ground. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 04:40 am UTC (link)

As he's pulling the rocks up, the car shoots past his target and jerks to the side, track groaning and shaking beneath the car. He spun upside down through the loop-de-loop once more and for a good half a minute hung upside down while barreling through a dark tunnel. The car flipped upright and he was heading for that final hill once more. The bath of acid waiting at the bottom.

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sandcastlegod
2010-01-30 02:44 am UTC (link)

On the extremely miniscule bright side, the last thing Corey was really afraid of was the dark. He just tried to keep it together, get some of the rocks to his his fingers, reshape them to sharp edges, and get to gradual work on what's tying him.

Yes, he knows it's also what's holding him to the thing, which is why he's focused on getting the arms free first. And as he works on it, he reaches out wit hhis powers again, trying to bring a section of ground up from under where the acid bath is.

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-30 02:52 am UTC (link)

Sharp rocks were all well and good, and had he been tied down with rope or duct tape (got to love that duct tape) it would have been an easy fix. But because he was riding through an acid bath every trip around, his shackles were make of industrial strength plastic and rubber a good three inches thick. Just to make sure they didn't corrode before Corey had a reasonable chance at dying.

Bringing up the ground beneath the acid bath would inevitably topple the long tub, but it would also take the track out of commision and dump Corey and the train face first into the ground at high speed, the acid following in a shower upon him.

But of course, it would still take him a couple more rides around the track before he had to worry about such a spill.

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sandcastlegod
2010-02-03 11:16 pm UTC (link)

That level of instability isn't something Corey's sure he wants to try for yet. He strains and draws from further away, trying to get a grip on a good amount of solid earth and rock.

And when he comes around to the low point, in need of building up more intertia, he'll set as much as he can in the path so he can't be ratchetted up.

Running into it isn't comfortable, mind, but the timing and positioning are such that he isn't really injured, just the wind partially knocked out of his thickly bound-up self. But at least he should stop now.

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	son_of_hercules 2010-02-04 12:27 am UTC (link)
	Argo's escape from his own trap, combined with a few wall-punchings towards sound, had led him to Corey's trap. "Corey!" he boomed. "Thou doth live!" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sandcastlegod 2010-02-04 12:49 am UTC (link)
	Corey is extremely happy at the sudden divine intervention. "Somehow," Corey says, a little weakly at this point from the exertion and pain. "Can you get the stuff tying me off?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	son_of_hercules 2010-02-04 12:59 am UTC (link)
	Argo quickly crossed the room over to Corey and carefully snapped his bonds. Concern worried the young god's face. "I... I know not if the others survived. I was shown images...." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

sandcastlegod
2010-02-04 03:14 am UTC (link)

Corey will cling to Argo long enough to get down and Put His Feet On the Ground finally. His arms start to twich into 'shrine hands' as he says "Thanks," but he puts them back down.

Corey actually lapses into Latin as he looks up at Argo and earnestly and quickly says. "Good chance the images were horseshit." He never swears like this in English. "Best way to find out is to keep looking for them."

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