Break Their Backs
Roleplaying Log: Break Their Backs
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Crush waits for some scumbags attached to her attacks on the Fighting Rings, and it just so happens these scumbags are scummier than Most when Paige and Sam Guthrie arrive with new information

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IC Date: February 20, 2020
IC Location: Gotham's Chinatown
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 21 Feb 2020 13:57
Rating & Warnings: Violence
Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
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Associated Plots

One of the things about being what amounts to a super-powered homeless teen with natural KISS couture is that you get to hang out wherever you want. Crush is lazing against a bar in an alley of Chinatown, Gotham. A lot of traffic flows through Chinatown, but luckily this particular alley was mostly quiet with a neighborhood bar that was just built into the alley at some point. There's a few food vendors- it's a little local's hang out.

It happens, also, to be the hangout of a particular group of human individuals who were not particularly fond of mutants. Maybe it was the whole neighborhood- but they didn't seem to be bothering Crush, at least, not for now.

* * *

From the street comes a familiar face that is Paige Guthrie. Her blonde hair is roughly shoulder length now, wearing a pair of slim denim jeans and a button down flannel long sleeve over a white tanktop. She appears to be glancing down at her phone at times as if to check an address. With a tap to her ear, she clears her throat.

"Looks like ah' found th' place. Ah'll be in touch." She says as her eyes glance upwards briefly for a moment to the dark skies as if to search for someone, or something, then starts for the bar with her usual confident, Southern stride. As she passes by the alley, she gives a glance over, brows lifting.

"Crush, is that you?"

* * *

Crush looks over, she's holding a beer- some imported Chinese brew. She lifts the beer towards Paige. "Yo." she offers, "Paige, right? You followin' me, or somethin?" she wonders over with a playful grin. Looks like she found a bar that would serve her no questions asked.

"Why are you in Gotham? Kinda far from you and your brother at, ain't it?"

* * *

"Far from New York, not far from mah' brother." Paige says as she tilts her chin up at the bar, eyeing it. Golden Smile Dragon. That's a name more suited for a massage parlor.

"What are you doing out here?" She says with a curious tone in her voice. "Word is the crowd around here isn't friendly to those who look different."

* * *

"They're not. That's why I bribed the fortune teller to call me good luck." Crush states as she takes another long pull on her beer- she's at least half a dozen in from the looks of it. Barely a wobble. "That means they leave me alone, and people will let me buy stuff."

* * *

Crush says, "Another beer." Crush then orders, putting more cash on the bar- a beer brought along with a shot of some sort of wine that comes from a bottle with some sort of animal in it. It's hidden among herbs and fruits, some sort of medicinal wine surely. "You want a beer?" she asks next."

* * *

"Sure, ah'd love ah' beer." Paige says with an amused look at her. "Fortune teller, huh? Like one of those machines from the 80's movies where you pop a quarter in and the doll talks to you?" As she slides into a seat, she sits up straight, but her eyes are sweeping the area casually as if to try adn find something in particular. "By the way, you see anyone walking 'round with angel wing tattoos on their arms? They call 'emselves Heaven's Gatekeepers."

* * *

"Yeah. They ain't from here, just hang out here. At this bar." Crush says, "I'm waitin' for 'em." she explains as she grabs the shot of the wine and throws it back. "Oh man. That stuff is nasty, but he keeps giving it to me." she grins wide, "I ain't turnin' up a free drink, right?" she says, waving for another beer. It comes in a bottle.

"I think they come in from that hipster neighborhood up the road. Burnside or somethin'. Why you lookin' for them? You got beef?" she wonders, giving Paige another look- curious. "You know anything about a fight promoter who drives a green Rolls Royce?" she wonders, "I know you ain't with them, though. You ain't their speed if you're anything like your brother." she says with another toothy grin. "You here to cause trouble, ain'tchya?"

* * *

"Why are you looking for them?" Paige asks first before she decides on revealing on exactly what she is up to. Though, her lips are tugging a bit into a grin as she takes her beer and cracks the top off to take a swig. "I'm not with them, no. Ah'm not exactly lookin' for trouble either. Sammy is more th' trouble making kind."

* * *

"They got somethin' to do with getting Mutants to fight in a way I don't agree with." Crush responds, "People in Gotham just wanna be left alone. This sorta thing brings attention. So… I'm gunna be this neighborhood's good luck, I'm gunna get some answers, and I get a bunch of somethin' that tastes like a punch to the mouth."

She smiles, "You can ask them whatever you want once I get them on the ground." Crush offers simply, "They got a lot to answer for, and they need to learn there's a bigger fish in this pond who ain't happy."

* * *

There's a grin upon Paige's lips as she leans in to bump her shoulder against hers. "Yeah? Cool. They kidnapped an eleven year old girl who has blue skin and gills and her parents are going sick over it. So, ah' was told by ah' contact ah' mine that this place has a basement in which they may have 'er locked up in."

As she gives her neck a crack, she sweeps her eyes around the room once more, watching the partons. "And you ain't gonna be th' only one knocking people out." She says in a low drawl. "Cuz ah'm not jus' ah' pretty face with some twang in mah' voice. Ah'm a monster when it comes to things like these. Involving children."

* * *

"Mm." Crush just responds at that bit of information. "That's certainly not making me any less angry about all of this." she notes, "I guess I gotta hurt some people either way."

Crush looks back towards the bartender. "You'll wanna close up, buddy." she offers to the man as she straightens up, "They're on the way. I can smell'em comin'." she explains.

Stretching, Crush just sort of 'loosens up' with a grin. "Oh man, I love knowing I'm about to get into a fight." She does, too- she's thrilled to be here specifically to kick ass.

* * *

"Are they? Your nose can tell you if certain people affiliated with a mutant hating gang is on the way?" Paige asks as she slides out of the table, tehn gives a long stretch of her body to pop some joints. She swivels her hips, then folds her arms across her chest as she watches the door for a few moments.

"Well then, ah' guess like th' old saying goes. Bring 'em on." She drawls out as she bounces a bit on her feet to keep herself loosened up.

"Long as we get the girl back, hopefully unharmed, ah'll consider the day a win. Any bone breaking ya' wanna do on your part is a bonus."

* * *

"I've been trackin' em for a few days." Crush says with a little grin- she's been hunting these men down like they were dogs. "One of them wears this obnoxious cologne. Stinks." she further offers even as the sound of the men can be heard coming down the alley- all talking to one another. They stop when they see Crush and Paige.

"We thought you were coming alone." One of those men says- five of them in total. "Plans change," Crush says simply, "She's got questions. I got questions." she almost drawls as she walks forward, completely unafraid of these men. "So, the first and most important question is- are you gunna play nice, or do we gotta play rough?"

"You know what, let's just skip to play rough." Crush then surges forward- she's surprisingly quick in tight quarters- punching the guy in the ribs. Ribs that almost instantly shatter- she's holding back, but she means to make a point. The man goes down, almost screaming in pain as the fight begins.

* * *

"Leave one of them conscious so I can get what I need outta 'em." Paige says as she watches Crush dive into the fray. When one of the men rush in her direction, she reaches to her arms and tears the skin off with a loud, sickening SCHLURPING noise. Bright, shiny steel skin is replaced, one that shows the reflection of the man's face in the knuckles of her fist right before she slams it into his nose to knock him clean out with a loud 'thunk' of metal upon flesh.

"Who's next?" She drawls out as she reaches up to tear the rest of her face and hair off with a single tug, revealing a metalic version of herself. Indestructible.

* * *

"Woah." Crush says, looking back as Paige sheds her skin, "That's wild!" she hoots as she's punch in the face with a pair of brass knuckles. It doesn't even phase her- "Aw, they're bein' cute." she teases the humans as she reaches up, places her hand on Punchy Mc'Gee's forehead and just pushes him to the ground with enough force that he's instantly knocked out. "Oh, don't you worry. We'll keep one 'of em' up nice and proper and I can get what I need, you can get what you need."

* * *

Sam Guthrie had heard where his sister was and headed out to meet her. Seeing the place seems to be rocking in a bit of a violent way he will sigh a bit, running a hand through his hair, and heads over to the bar to look and see exactly whats going on.

* * *

It seems that the odds are in the pair of girl's favor as Crush is handling things easily enough. Paige gets tackled from behind, followed by a skilled hip throw to the ground, followed by a kick to the ribs that causes a loud 'pop' to be heard. She fights with someone that has extensive training, which has been brought upon by thousands of logged hours in the Danger Room.

As she leans down to grab the man by the shirt, she hollers at him in a metallic voice. "Where is the girl at? You have to the count of three before I turn your face into a bowl of oatmeal. THREE. TWO. O—"

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The man blubbers out in fear as he holds his hands up in front of him. On his arms is the angel wings tattoed to signify his gang affiliation with the Gatekeepers. With a trembling hand, he points towards the back where a metal door painted red can be seen. "Th.. There! P.. please don't kill me."

With a narrowing of her eyes, Paige slams his head back against the floor to knock him out, then rises to her feet again. "Chalk it up to Southern hospitality you ain't breathing through a straw right now."

* * *

Crush has grabbed her own dude, flipping him upside down as she slams him into a wall. The air is forced out of his lungs and she just waits for him to get his breath back in him before she begins to speak. "Who owns the Rolls Royce. Green." she asks, "I know you taken' mutants off the street to make'em fight. You been makin' slaves outa people." She looks over towards the child, then towards the men. Her fist crushes into the wall near the man's head, and she just crunches into the bricks like they were swiss-cheese.

"UhhhUhh.. I don't know his name. I know he lives in Metropolis, though. He lives there, I swear. Uh. Uhh.." Crush just drops the man after that, with him crashing into the ground.

Crush looks towards the red door, then back towards the man before she reaches down and grabs him. "AAAAAHHH!" she then throws him across the alley like he was nothing- he crunches into the far wall and falls down. He will probably never walk again- but he'll almost certainly survive.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will make sure to step out of the way of any flying thugs. He will find a place to lean against a wall and watch the two ladies. He crosses his arms quiet pretty sure the two ladies can handle this so he watches for now.

* * *

"Sam." Paige says as she tears the rest of her skin off, revealing her dark red X-Man uniform with her yellow buckle around her waist. "Ah'm gonna need an entrance." She says as she motions towards the red door the she stalks towards it. She throws one arm back, then sends a punch right into the middle of the door, denting in the middle with a loud CLANK.

"You're up, big brotha." She drawls out to the blonde man as she steps to the side. While she does, she yanks the layer of metal off her left arm, revealing the same coating, but this time her hand is in the form of a long blade, much like in Terminator 2.

* * *

"Well, you heard the lady." Crush says towards Sam, as she just lets the Mutants finish their task. She's just standing there, watching and keeping back. It's not her business, in her mind.

"Oh, hey.." Crush walks over to the bar, while it is closed, it seems the old man left her another shot of that wine before he went. "One for the road."

* * *

Sam Guthrie will look over and says "You going to start carrying a targering laser?" He jokes, but he will take two steps and then his feet seem to to ignight and he jets towards the door, and right on through it, coming in like a .. cannonball.

* * *

As the door is blown off the hinges by her big brother, Husk steps forward through the aftermath. The room has three large men standing around a young mutant girl with blue skin and tied to a chair. Her face is riddled with bruises and she is sobbing uncontrollably. As the three men scramble to their feet, the Southern Belle lets out a roar of anger as she rushes for the first man that steps forward.

Things don't go well for him as she lashes out in rage, stabbing the man through the hip with her sword arm, followed by a swing of her right fist into his jaw to dislocate it. As she pulls her arm back, blood drips from her blade as the man topples to the side, howling in pain.

"I should burn this place to the ground and send you all to hell." She says as she steps forward, watching the other two men back up quickly, one of which fumbles for his revolver on his hip.

* * *

Only after both Sam and Paige had stepped into the room did she- just standing back and grinning at the violence against child abusers.

"I think you guys pissed her off." Crush offers simply as she steps into the light. "Ooh. Going for the gun? Do you really think it'll work?" she asks, tone nasal and 'whiny' as she taunts the thug.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will step up and move between the goon with the gun and the girl Sam is hovering just a bit off the ground still glowing. He will pull a pocket knife out and cut the girl loose, and moves to pick her up.

* * *

"Sam, you ain't wanna be here for this. Don't let Marie see either." Paige says in a shaky voice as she tears her blade arm off, revealing a bright crackling explosion of fire that makes up her limb. Metal and fire at the same time.

Sam knows his sister best, and he never has seen her like this before. Perhaps it's from being a teacher that this has triggered her, maybe it was the sight of the girl screaming and covered in punch marks. But right now? The sweet blonde girl next door has checked out.

"Go 'head, pull th' trigger." She rumbles to the man who's aiming down the sightlines at her, trembling as he looks past her to Crush, then back again. Instead, he drops the weapon, throwing his hands up as the scent of urine hits the air as he empties himself in his pants.

The other man's eyes are wide and wild, screaming anti-mutant rhetoric at them, his back pressed up against the wall as the heat coming off the mutant grows thicker in the room.

* * *

"Don't do nothin' stupid, Paige." Crush offers, "You ain't no murderer, right?" she wonders aloud as she steps closer to Paige- about half-way interjected between Paige and this poor, racist idiot.

"He ain't worth that, now. Just make him sorry for it, you know, ain't able to do it again. Seems fair to me."

* * *

Sam Guthrie will look over to Paige and simply says "What would Pa and Ma want you to do." He takes the girl and its out of there getting her safe, and trusting his sister and the words he said to her. He will get the girl far enough away she does not see what ever does happen and wills tart checking her out.

* * *

"That girl is someone's daughter. Someone's sister." Paige chokes out with rage in her throat, feeling the fiery embers drip from her blazing arm like lava. The floor hisses as the globs hit the floor, causing small sparks to catch. "And these guys think it's okay to round 'em up like /animals/ and beat them, force them to fight each other, all for their sick pleasure."

"Would this be considered murder? These men wanna act like lawless assholes from th' Wild West. Maybe that's th' only noise they hear." She takes a step towards them, the shadows flickering wildly in the room from the firestarter.

Ah'll let you live, but if ah' ever gotta come back t' Gotham to deal with this again, I'll tear all of you apart limb from limb and ah'll hang yah' guts like tinsil in a Christmas tree."

With that, she extinguishes herself and kicks the gun off to the side before she heads after Crush and Sam, tearing the outer layer of skin off once more to reveal her normal body, blonde hair and blue eyes.

* * *

Crush steps over to take the man's gun, crushing it to scrap in a single hand- the bullets firing into her palm as she squeezes and crushes the weapon into a tight ball. Dropping it on the ground soon after. "I'd listen to her. If I find you, I'll probably throw you into orbit." she says, punching a metal I-Beam support. The whole building shudders. "And I only save your life once, so.. best get moving somewhere else."

* * *

Sam Guthrie will make sure the girl is safe and sound and get her to a place where people can help her and double check that she is ok.

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