Let the Games Begin.... [TitansGamesCommence!]
Oct 24, 2012 1:19:32 GMT -6
Post by Bry on Oct 24, 2012 1:19:32 GMT -6
--Control Freak--
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Good moooorning, Titans!"
A rather obnoxious voice rang out, one that was all too familiar to the Titans. Another series of tapping accompanied the voice, and a screen blared to life. Actually, eighteen screens came alive, one in each holding cell, one for each of the drugged Titans, and all filled with Control Freak's horrible face, his finger still tapping away at the screen.
"Wakey wakey!" he crooned, taking a step back from his camera, allowing the full effect of his appearance to take hold. Control Freak was dressed head to toe in the most bizarre color of orange nature could muster. A bright neon suit matched the bow tie around his neck, and coat tails hung down behind his ample self. His hair, which was just naturally such a disturbing color of orange, was now pulled up on top of his head, tied with an old fashion ribbon in the back. His eyes were lined with the same bright colour, and it made them seem all the more beady as he stared hungrily at the camera.
All in all, this new Capital Control Freak was not something one would appreciate waking up to....
As each Titan awoke, they would all see the same thing: They were alone in their own cells, which were about twelve feet squared with a medical bed that held them on one wall, and a rather large and imposing glass cylinder that reached from floor to ceiling on the other wall. Each Titan was dressed in nothing but a medical gown, but lying on a table beside their individual beds was an array of clothing, all fitted and tailored specifically for the Titan it would adorn.
Black cargo pants were folded neatly next to an equally dark shirt that would allow movement easily. A belt, a slick black jacket lined with red, some socks and undergarments, and a pair of boots to stand guard over the ensemble.
The entire room resembled the set of a certain recently released movie, every detail perfect.
Control Freak grinned in front of his camera, waiting for the lights on a screen beside him to alert him that his players had all awoken before he continued his delighted spiel. "You will notice, Titans, that you are now my players," he began, folding his hands regally behind his back. "You should be overjoyed, it is a great honour to be playing out such a...."Here he paused and sniffled with emotion. "Such a magnificent film."
"I'm sure you've all seen it by now," he went on, adding as an aside Who hasn't?! "The Hunger Games, a work of genius!!" He twirled in a circle as he said this, getting lost in his own fandom, gesturing to the many screenshots and movie posters hanging on the wall behind him. "Epic adventure, drama, loooove!!" He peered adoringly at a poster of one Josh Hutcherson and Ms. Lawrence in their roles, locked in an embrace. "I think you'll understand why I've chosen you all."
He stopped his impromptu ballet and locked his eyes on the camera once again.
"You heroes can be extremely annoying, but I will give you this. You have remarkable drama in your lives, and epic adventures, and looove and so I think it should be quite self-explanatory why I've chosen you.
"When I say so, a clock will begin the countdown, and you will have precisely three minutes to get yourself into the tube that will open up across the room from you." He moved closer, peered with one eye into the camera. "You see it, Titans? You see it? Good. Good."
As he spoke, each tube in each room began retracting into the ceiling, leaving but a metal disc on the ground where it was obvious the Titans should stand when the time was right.
"You will be lifted into an arena, and the fun will officially begin!" He clapped his hands in delight. "Only one victor may walk out of this epic tale, and the rest will be but memories. One victor who has proven himself, or herself, the strongest, the most capable, the most talented will walk away and be allowed to return to your Tower, accompanied by the lavish prizes a Victor deserves! The rest.... Won't."
It would appear to be a fight to the death, but appearances rarely held under scrutiny. What the Titans didn't know was that there was a chemical racing it's way through their systems at current, a chemical that would slow their body to resemble death in every way should they be dealt a mortal blow. But in the way of appearances, it was not as it would seem and none would truly die. There would be wounds, sure. But the 'dead' would be taken from the arena and healed, held in soundproofed and inescapable cells to await news of a victor.
As much as Control Freak loved the movie, loved the fandom, he loved the opportunities to show up his nemeses more. And where would the opportunities come from if the heroes were gone?
He clapped his hands again, and then frowned into the camera. "Sadly, I know how heroes can be, so moral and justice-loving and all, so I've had to lay out precautions. In fact, I've had a very skilled colleague lay out multiple 'precautions' all over your darling city! I wonder if you've met Singe? Sure you have, sure you have! Well, dear Singe has taken it upon himself to make sure your entire city blows to kingdom come should you goodie-goodies try any funny business. Funny business here includes," He ticked each reason off on a finger as he spoke, "refusing to play the game, taking it upon yourselves to break out of my arena, which cannot be done by the way, and/or taking yourself out of the game." He eyed the camera. "And I think you all know what I mean by that."
Then he leaned back again, a large smile spreading across his face.
"Inside my arena are many twists and turns, including a certain nullification of your annoying little 'powers' once I press the big red button." He reached inside his suit jacket, retrieved his beloved remote control, and showed it off to the camera. "You'll have to figure out how to fight without them, Titans, if you want to live! Which most of you won't.... By the way, I should probably warn you lot not to step off your plates until the timer says so. Though that'd be an interestin' show...." He grinned full out, then raised a hand, remote clutched gleefully. "Enough talking! Let the Games begin!" He waited a moment, a rather demented feel creeping into his grin before he said in a dramatic voice, "And.... May the odds be ever in your favour...."
He pressed down on the red button, and immediately the dome over the arena, and consequently over the Titans, as they were currently underground, activated. Every power the Titans had, whether they'd been born with them or not, evaporated instantly, and a digital clock on the screen that had just a moment ago held Control Freak began to tick away from 3 minutes.
The Games were underway.
OoC:
I must ask of you, dearest Authors, not to let your replies get farther than stepping inside the glass tubes. ^^ Then I'll pick up and finish explaining a few more things before I turn you all loose! Any questions you'd like addressed in Control Freak's next post can be sent to me in a PM. Or to Zinny. ^^ Haaaaave fun, lovelies!! May the odds be in your favour. ; )
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Good moooorning, Titans!"
A rather obnoxious voice rang out, one that was all too familiar to the Titans. Another series of tapping accompanied the voice, and a screen blared to life. Actually, eighteen screens came alive, one in each holding cell, one for each of the drugged Titans, and all filled with Control Freak's horrible face, his finger still tapping away at the screen.
"Wakey wakey!" he crooned, taking a step back from his camera, allowing the full effect of his appearance to take hold. Control Freak was dressed head to toe in the most bizarre color of orange nature could muster. A bright neon suit matched the bow tie around his neck, and coat tails hung down behind his ample self. His hair, which was just naturally such a disturbing color of orange, was now pulled up on top of his head, tied with an old fashion ribbon in the back. His eyes were lined with the same bright colour, and it made them seem all the more beady as he stared hungrily at the camera.
All in all, this new Capital Control Freak was not something one would appreciate waking up to....
As each Titan awoke, they would all see the same thing: They were alone in their own cells, which were about twelve feet squared with a medical bed that held them on one wall, and a rather large and imposing glass cylinder that reached from floor to ceiling on the other wall. Each Titan was dressed in nothing but a medical gown, but lying on a table beside their individual beds was an array of clothing, all fitted and tailored specifically for the Titan it would adorn.
Black cargo pants were folded neatly next to an equally dark shirt that would allow movement easily. A belt, a slick black jacket lined with red, some socks and undergarments, and a pair of boots to stand guard over the ensemble.
The entire room resembled the set of a certain recently released movie, every detail perfect.
Control Freak grinned in front of his camera, waiting for the lights on a screen beside him to alert him that his players had all awoken before he continued his delighted spiel. "You will notice, Titans, that you are now my players," he began, folding his hands regally behind his back. "You should be overjoyed, it is a great honour to be playing out such a...."Here he paused and sniffled with emotion. "Such a magnificent film."
"I'm sure you've all seen it by now," he went on, adding as an aside Who hasn't?! "The Hunger Games, a work of genius!!" He twirled in a circle as he said this, getting lost in his own fandom, gesturing to the many screenshots and movie posters hanging on the wall behind him. "Epic adventure, drama, loooove!!" He peered adoringly at a poster of one Josh Hutcherson and Ms. Lawrence in their roles, locked in an embrace. "I think you'll understand why I've chosen you all."
He stopped his impromptu ballet and locked his eyes on the camera once again.
"You heroes can be extremely annoying, but I will give you this. You have remarkable drama in your lives, and epic adventures, and looove and so I think it should be quite self-explanatory why I've chosen you.
"When I say so, a clock will begin the countdown, and you will have precisely three minutes to get yourself into the tube that will open up across the room from you." He moved closer, peered with one eye into the camera. "You see it, Titans? You see it? Good. Good."
As he spoke, each tube in each room began retracting into the ceiling, leaving but a metal disc on the ground where it was obvious the Titans should stand when the time was right.
"You will be lifted into an arena, and the fun will officially begin!" He clapped his hands in delight. "Only one victor may walk out of this epic tale, and the rest will be but memories. One victor who has proven himself, or herself, the strongest, the most capable, the most talented will walk away and be allowed to return to your Tower, accompanied by the lavish prizes a Victor deserves! The rest.... Won't."
It would appear to be a fight to the death, but appearances rarely held under scrutiny. What the Titans didn't know was that there was a chemical racing it's way through their systems at current, a chemical that would slow their body to resemble death in every way should they be dealt a mortal blow. But in the way of appearances, it was not as it would seem and none would truly die. There would be wounds, sure. But the 'dead' would be taken from the arena and healed, held in soundproofed and inescapable cells to await news of a victor.
As much as Control Freak loved the movie, loved the fandom, he loved the opportunities to show up his nemeses more. And where would the opportunities come from if the heroes were gone?
He clapped his hands again, and then frowned into the camera. "Sadly, I know how heroes can be, so moral and justice-loving and all, so I've had to lay out precautions. In fact, I've had a very skilled colleague lay out multiple 'precautions' all over your darling city! I wonder if you've met Singe? Sure you have, sure you have! Well, dear Singe has taken it upon himself to make sure your entire city blows to kingdom come should you goodie-goodies try any funny business. Funny business here includes," He ticked each reason off on a finger as he spoke, "refusing to play the game, taking it upon yourselves to break out of my arena, which cannot be done by the way, and/or taking yourself out of the game." He eyed the camera. "And I think you all know what I mean by that."
Then he leaned back again, a large smile spreading across his face.
"Inside my arena are many twists and turns, including a certain nullification of your annoying little 'powers' once I press the big red button." He reached inside his suit jacket, retrieved his beloved remote control, and showed it off to the camera. "You'll have to figure out how to fight without them, Titans, if you want to live! Which most of you won't.... By the way, I should probably warn you lot not to step off your plates until the timer says so. Though that'd be an interestin' show...." He grinned full out, then raised a hand, remote clutched gleefully. "Enough talking! Let the Games begin!" He waited a moment, a rather demented feel creeping into his grin before he said in a dramatic voice, "And.... May the odds be ever in your favour...."
He pressed down on the red button, and immediately the dome over the arena, and consequently over the Titans, as they were currently underground, activated. Every power the Titans had, whether they'd been born with them or not, evaporated instantly, and a digital clock on the screen that had just a moment ago held Control Freak began to tick away from 3 minutes.
The Games were underway.
OoC:
I must ask of you, dearest Authors, not to let your replies get farther than stepping inside the glass tubes. ^^ Then I'll pick up and finish explaining a few more things before I turn you all loose! Any questions you'd like addressed in Control Freak's next post can be sent to me in a PM. Or to Zinny. ^^ Haaaaave fun, lovelies!! May the odds be in your favour. ; )