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


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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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[info]sandcastlegod
2010-02-09 09:53 am UTC (link)
Corey still hurts a bit from repeated dunking in light acid, but he definitely knows he's been relatively lucky. He keeps up as best he can.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-09 12:11 pm UTC (link)
Lyta followed right behind the rest of the group, keeping an eye for any booby traps that might spring out at them.

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-09 04:49 pm UTC (link)
There's not nearly as much caution on the Rider, burning bright. Anything in his way gets a blast of hellfire. As he rides, he summons the chain, whirling the spiked length overhead, ready to meet opposition.

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[info]temperence
2010-02-09 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Alisa quietly followed the group, her hands touching any offline device she could find down the halls as they walked. She was getting some interesting information on how Arcade made this place... and it was quite creepy.

"Ah don' ... like dis... dis technology... it's a bit advanced... Whoever made dis stuff... he's good... jus' non as good as mah..." She spoke quietly, then kept her hands to herself as she followed the others.

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[info]son_of_hercules
2010-02-09 09:55 pm UTC (link)
Argo was in a foul mood as they proceeded, even with his friends alive. He had been duped, abused as no son of Olympus should be.

"I doth desire to hit something," he growled. "Repeatedly."

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