Black Friday
Nov 13, 2013 23:54:25 GMT -6
Post by Audrey on Nov 13, 2013 23:54:25 GMT -6
It's no secret Black Friday is dangerous and sometimes even lethal for some people, but I don't think they had what going on at the Jump City Mall in mind when they made those documentaries. An already stressful enough shopping trip was made worse with the strike of the notorious Anarchy Twins, a pair of preppy gum-chewing primadonnas intent on turning the planet into their own 'Material World'. Stephanie managed to arrive on the scene just as the two gals managed to get control of the upper floor. As she swooped behind a pillar to avoid getting spotted, the blonde twin took a spot on top of the now turned off escalator and prepared to address the fear-stricken crowd with a megaphone. "Hey ! We're in control now, so you're gonna to us now, get it ya ? So the first we want you to do is with the and when does you need to to make sure doesn't the monkeys cause a condition which means which none of us want so that's why you need so there's not a problem with the central heating! Got it?" she yelled out, the crowd utterly cringing at her foul language but... also really confused as to what just they were just told to do. With a heavy sigh, the foul-mouthed twin's ginger-haired sister sighed and took hold of the megaphone.
"What my dear partner in crime means to say is you need to lay down all your valuables and exit the mall as fast as you can, cause no doubt those rotten Teen Titans are going to show up any minute now to ruin our fun and the last thing we need is you sniveling law-abiding losers to get in the way of that. So nobody get any smart ideas or we blow up the pet store. Think of the puppies scumbags! There's nothing worse on your conscious than dead puppies and kittens." the less vulgar twin corrected, pointing out the upper floor pet store rigged with dynamite and the trigger button in her hand.
"That's exactly what I said!" the first twin grumbled.
"Sometimes you have to do things professionally sis. Just because we're villains doesn't mean we can't talk like ladies."
"Whatever you say. I just think is a when you're a "
Steph watched as the two sisters retreated to the inner sanctum of the upper floor. That rigged pet store was gonna be a problem. She needed to play this one stealth-like. Unfortunately, the Anarchy Twins had control of the security room and would no doubt be watching the cameras for any masked vigilantes like herself. Somehow she needed to get to the sister with the trigger to the bomb and get it away from her. Then she could wail away melee style on them. Thankfully the Anarchy Sisters weren't metas, but they certainly were no pushovers. She knew the blonde one kept some strange stun pistol on her and the redhead had nunchuks... What an odd combination. Keeping out of the line of sight of the cameras, Stephanie tried to look around for any other superheroes or even just a helpful civilian.
"What my dear partner in crime means to say is you need to lay down all your valuables and exit the mall as fast as you can, cause no doubt those rotten Teen Titans are going to show up any minute now to ruin our fun and the last thing we need is you sniveling law-abiding losers to get in the way of that. So nobody get any smart ideas or we blow up the pet store. Think of the puppies scumbags! There's nothing worse on your conscious than dead puppies and kittens." the less vulgar twin corrected, pointing out the upper floor pet store rigged with dynamite and the trigger button in her hand.
"That's exactly what I said!" the first twin grumbled.
"Sometimes you have to do things professionally sis. Just because we're villains doesn't mean we can't talk like ladies."
"Whatever you say. I just think is a when you're a "
Steph watched as the two sisters retreated to the inner sanctum of the upper floor. That rigged pet store was gonna be a problem. She needed to play this one stealth-like. Unfortunately, the Anarchy Twins had control of the security room and would no doubt be watching the cameras for any masked vigilantes like herself. Somehow she needed to get to the sister with the trigger to the bomb and get it away from her. Then she could wail away melee style on them. Thankfully the Anarchy Sisters weren't metas, but they certainly were no pushovers. She knew the blonde one kept some strange stun pistol on her and the redhead had nunchuks... What an odd combination. Keeping out of the line of sight of the cameras, Stephanie tried to look around for any other superheroes or even just a helpful civilian.