Post by Psycho Pirate on Aug 16, 2012 20:27:35 GMT -5
Gripping his side, Roger gasped for air, the woman had only grazed him yet that was enough to wind him and bring some serious doubts into his mind, though there was hardly time to process them before Donna Troy was upon him again. The cronies that he had accrued on his trip to the city lay scattered and broken upon the alley's dank bitumen, Roger was the only one who remained after her initial onslaught, though he doubted that he would stand much longer. Ambush gone awry, the Justice League International member had taken her attackers by surprise with her immense strength, so much so that Roger had failed in establishing control at the beginning of their encounter. The woman was obviously acquainted with his reputation and power, that or he was losing his touch, the medication had all but quelled his hunger. Desperately searching for an opening, Roger watched the woman approach him with averted eyes and a balled up fist, this could be the end. In the moments Roger thought would be his last he caught a break, a glimpse of the super heroine's eyes. Seconds before the knuckles were destined to collide with his mask Roger screamed, “Pain!” Despite his command, Roger still felt his heart flutter and wondered what had lead him to his doom.
Monotonous drumming filled Roger's ears, the passenger adjacent to him tapped an annoyingly tedious rhythm against the carriage window, it took all his restraint to prevent an incident, his partners in the Society wouldn't appreciate him blowing his cover while in transit. Swallowing his pride and another dosage of his magic pills, Roger sighed and fished an iPod from his pocket allowing the soothing tones of Leonard Cohen to overtake him. Being forced to travel via the railway was not a welcome change from the first class flights he had been receiving, perhaps next time he met with Luthor he'd be more civil. It was his first legitimate mission on behalf of the Society and at the same time, not entirely an essential task, Roger assumed they wanted to test his allegiance or aptitude before allowing him to influence more crucial aspects of their plans. Feeling not in the least bit wounded by their mistrust, Roger understood their need to appraise whether this new medication affected his abilities and performance because it certainly quelled his urges. Pushing his shoulders back into the chair, Roger made himself comfortable, it was going to be a long ride to from Metropolis to New York.
With his eyes closed and his music loud, the trip that lasted hours only felt as though it had been only a few minutes, though that may have been due to the fact he'd fallen asleep. Yet in spite of the trip's length, when Roger had cracked his eyes open he found that the passenger across from him still tapped away at the tempered glass. Despite the music and medicines that had kept his urges in check, Roger found himself feeling the temptation to silence the wretched drumming, he felt his hand reaching for the briefcase that Doctor Cyber had been kind enough to present him with. The attache case was designed to omit his Medusa Mask's metallic and magical signals so as to prevent its detection, as both heroes and civilians wished to locate it and the Psycho Pirate that wielded it. To prevent detection, with a sigh Roger stilled his hand and allowed the man to continue assailing the window and his ears, if only for a few minutes longer as they would be detraining shortly. Groaning the locomotive came to a shuddering halt within Central Station, and for the first time since he had alighted the damned contraption, Roger smiled.
Fighting through the crowd Roger could understand the number of murders in the city, he'd only disembarked not only five minutes prior and he was ready to spill blood, thankfully he'd had the sense to take another dose. Emerging from the sea of people, Roger inhaled breathing in the relatively fresh air, sensing the city's emotions, fear and greed were the greatest motivators so it was little surprise they clung to the air a thick layer of smog. With his appraisal finished Roger could begin the first step in his mission, acquiring support from the local thugs, it honestly wasn't going to be a hard task considering the quality of his attire. In fact it only took Roger a quarter of an hour to accrue a half dozen of the worst kind of delinquents, he'd simply picked a spot to loiter in an alleyway wearing his mask and they had come like flies, eager to prise the gold from his face. Now equipped with his criminal entourage, Roger decided it was time to begin the next and most important step of his mission, laying the trap for his target. Allegedly the woman was a member of the Justice League International and lived in New York as a photographer, Lex hadn't been kind enough to brief Roger wholly, probably still sore from the empty threats Roger had paid him. Though Lex had been kind enough to give Roger the address of his target, so at least he had something to work with.
Nighttime in the city was often considered dangerous, though Roger doubted his target had ever had to worry about the petty criminals that the sentiment warned of, however as he laid in wait in the alleyway nearest her apartment he smiled slightly, tonight she would learn to fear the night. Despite not knowing the woman's name, he did know that she would be returning home from a photo shoot in the near future and this would serve as their chance to jump her. So for the time being he and his thugs waited silently, they didn't want to give their prey a reason to be suspicious. Half an hour passed and the night was slowly being whittled away when there was cause for action, a woman walked by carrying a number of items that appeared to be photographic in nature. In an instant the thugs were upon her, dragging her into the alley and they attempted to hold her down for the Psycho Pirate but their efforts were to no avail. They had found the right woman but it was none other then Donna Troy and they were screwed.
Now that Roger had uttered what may have been his last word, he cursed Lex Luthor for putting him in this situation and hoped that the Medusa Mask would not protect him, he had no desire to be returned to Belle Reve, he hoped that this final blow killed him. Yet in the same instant he found himself in disbelief that he had admitted defeat so easily, perhaps his command had worked and the metahuman had stilled her assault.
Monotonous drumming filled Roger's ears, the passenger adjacent to him tapped an annoyingly tedious rhythm against the carriage window, it took all his restraint to prevent an incident, his partners in the Society wouldn't appreciate him blowing his cover while in transit. Swallowing his pride and another dosage of his magic pills, Roger sighed and fished an iPod from his pocket allowing the soothing tones of Leonard Cohen to overtake him. Being forced to travel via the railway was not a welcome change from the first class flights he had been receiving, perhaps next time he met with Luthor he'd be more civil. It was his first legitimate mission on behalf of the Society and at the same time, not entirely an essential task, Roger assumed they wanted to test his allegiance or aptitude before allowing him to influence more crucial aspects of their plans. Feeling not in the least bit wounded by their mistrust, Roger understood their need to appraise whether this new medication affected his abilities and performance because it certainly quelled his urges. Pushing his shoulders back into the chair, Roger made himself comfortable, it was going to be a long ride to from Metropolis to New York.
With his eyes closed and his music loud, the trip that lasted hours only felt as though it had been only a few minutes, though that may have been due to the fact he'd fallen asleep. Yet in spite of the trip's length, when Roger had cracked his eyes open he found that the passenger across from him still tapped away at the tempered glass. Despite the music and medicines that had kept his urges in check, Roger found himself feeling the temptation to silence the wretched drumming, he felt his hand reaching for the briefcase that Doctor Cyber had been kind enough to present him with. The attache case was designed to omit his Medusa Mask's metallic and magical signals so as to prevent its detection, as both heroes and civilians wished to locate it and the Psycho Pirate that wielded it. To prevent detection, with a sigh Roger stilled his hand and allowed the man to continue assailing the window and his ears, if only for a few minutes longer as they would be detraining shortly. Groaning the locomotive came to a shuddering halt within Central Station, and for the first time since he had alighted the damned contraption, Roger smiled.
Fighting through the crowd Roger could understand the number of murders in the city, he'd only disembarked not only five minutes prior and he was ready to spill blood, thankfully he'd had the sense to take another dose. Emerging from the sea of people, Roger inhaled breathing in the relatively fresh air, sensing the city's emotions, fear and greed were the greatest motivators so it was little surprise they clung to the air a thick layer of smog. With his appraisal finished Roger could begin the first step in his mission, acquiring support from the local thugs, it honestly wasn't going to be a hard task considering the quality of his attire. In fact it only took Roger a quarter of an hour to accrue a half dozen of the worst kind of delinquents, he'd simply picked a spot to loiter in an alleyway wearing his mask and they had come like flies, eager to prise the gold from his face. Now equipped with his criminal entourage, Roger decided it was time to begin the next and most important step of his mission, laying the trap for his target. Allegedly the woman was a member of the Justice League International and lived in New York as a photographer, Lex hadn't been kind enough to brief Roger wholly, probably still sore from the empty threats Roger had paid him. Though Lex had been kind enough to give Roger the address of his target, so at least he had something to work with.
Nighttime in the city was often considered dangerous, though Roger doubted his target had ever had to worry about the petty criminals that the sentiment warned of, however as he laid in wait in the alleyway nearest her apartment he smiled slightly, tonight she would learn to fear the night. Despite not knowing the woman's name, he did know that she would be returning home from a photo shoot in the near future and this would serve as their chance to jump her. So for the time being he and his thugs waited silently, they didn't want to give their prey a reason to be suspicious. Half an hour passed and the night was slowly being whittled away when there was cause for action, a woman walked by carrying a number of items that appeared to be photographic in nature. In an instant the thugs were upon her, dragging her into the alley and they attempted to hold her down for the Psycho Pirate but their efforts were to no avail. They had found the right woman but it was none other then Donna Troy and they were screwed.
Now that Roger had uttered what may have been his last word, he cursed Lex Luthor for putting him in this situation and hoped that the Medusa Mask would not protect him, he had no desire to be returned to Belle Reve, he hoped that this final blow killed him. Yet in the same instant he found himself in disbelief that he had admitted defeat so easily, perhaps his command had worked and the metahuman had stilled her assault.