Heritage

Grim rolled a 24 on her Toughness save.

Grim rolled a 24 on her Toughness save.

Home again, home again Grim walked the seven blocks from the Broadway bus in silence, her head still pulsing from the music at Midnight Hour, but at least she wouldn't be hung over from her night at the juice bar; with but a moment's concentration, she could pretty much get into any club she wanted to, but sometimes you actually want to be around people your own age when you're a kid. DJ Marmalax was her favorite, with a similar taste in bands but not so much that it become obvious and repetitive; tonight she danced to Large Cardinals, Hostile 17, Soft White Puffs and the Pangs with a series of increasingly cute boys, but then her lucky streak ended, and she finished the night partnered with a sweaty klutz in brand-new combat boots. Posers :roll: He tried to follow her outside, but she ducked into the alley and vanished, leaving Billy Bob Clodhopper blinking like a sap. After bus fare and the cover charge (she refused to pay for drinks), she was officially strapped, but it was too late to rattle the cup, so she decided to head for home, such as it was; the Imperator Hotel was a popular squat in the Fens, but she had managed to find herself some privacy. The elevators were silent ghosts and the grand stairwell had long since collapsed at the fifth floor during the fire in '83, which effectively sealed off the top two floors to anyone who didn't fly or was currently Grim. There were a handful of others like her, supers who chose this life for one reason or the other, and they called the top floors of the Imperator 'the Nest', their crude little co-op of shared misery. They each staked out a suite of rooms for their own use, and occasionally bartered with each other by lowering baskets on electrical wire from window to window; the penthouse was reserved for Mr. Pitt, and nobody ever went up there. Grim easily scaled the northeast wall of the hotel, which was her favorite ascent since it offered a great view of the city skyline, all lit up even at this late hour; she blended seamlessly into the ornamental terra cotta and brickwork as she made her way past the lower floors, then worked her way round to the southwestern face to her window with its stunning view of the Mona-Glenn Bridge. She clambered inside and was instantly greeted by the excited cries of her babies, the three cats she’d recently taken under her wing. “Hi babies! You guys hungry?†They followed her around the ruined suite, leaping eagerly from floor to chair to dusty mattress as she made her way to the bathroom, where she kept her meager larder in the medicine cabinet; she'd done some cleaning and piled most of the broken furniture into one corner of her 'spare room', and she tried to sweep the rooms she used the most at least once a week, but it was still pretty dusty. For some reason she couldn't put her finger on, she loved all the tacky pseudo-Roman furniture and wallpaper, especially the Medusa-headed doorknobs. “Tonight we have…Fancy Feast! Oh, it’s one of your favorites, isn’t it?†Grim always left them a little dry food dotted about the place, but it made her nervous to leave large amounts of food out; Carmine from down on six had offered her his rat-proofing skills at a healthy discount, but all the chicken wire and steel wool in the world wouldn’t keep the filthy little monsters out forever. After seeing to her babies’ needs, she made a meal for herself out of honey-roasted peanuts, Cheez-Its and the last of her wine coolers; the alcohol hit her surprisingly hard, so she decided to quickly check all the traps before finally hitting the hay. The tripwires were all still in place, the deadfalls tucked away into the hollows of the dropped ceiling, and all else was in order; with her hypersensitive hearing, Grim could hear the tenants in the suites on all sides of her doing the same thing, and in her mind’s eye she could see them perfectly, pacing the creaky floors as they checked and double-checked their own security measures. Since the cold didn’t really affect her, the blankets on her bed were fairly flimsy, more to preserve a sense of dignity than anything else; as she slid under the covers, Grim willed her costume into a nice set of silk pajamas, and the kitties leaped up to join her, one by one curling into tight warm bundles. “G’night, babies,†she murmured. “Sweet kitty dreams.†She was asleep the second she closed her eyes.

Home again, home again Grim walked the seven blocks from the Broadway bus in silence, her head still pulsing from the music at Midnight Hour, but at least she wouldn't be hung over from her night at the juice bar; with but a moment's concentration, she could pretty much get into any club she wanted to, but sometimes you actually want to be around people your own age when you're a kid. DJ Marmalax was her favorite, with a similar taste in bands but not so much that it become obvious and repetitive; tonight she danced to Large Cardinals, Hostile 17, Soft White Puffs and the Pangs with a series of increasingly cute boys, but then her lucky streak ended, and she finished the night partnered with a sweaty klutz in brand-new combat boots. Posers :roll: He tried to follow her outside, but she ducked into the alley and vanished, leaving Billy Bob Clodhopper blinking like a sap. After bus fare and the cover charge (she refused to pay for drinks), she was officially strapped, but it was too late to rattle the cup, so she decided to head for home, such as it was; the Imperator Hotel was a popular squat in the Fens, but she had managed to find herself some privacy. The elevators were silent ghosts and the grand stairwell had long since collapsed at the fifth floor during the fire in '83, which effectively sealed off the top two floors to anyone who didn't fly or was currently Grim. There were a handful of others like her, supers who chose this life for one reason or the other, and they called the top floors of the Imperator 'the Nest', their crude little co-op of shared misery. They each staked out a suite of rooms for their own use, and occasionally bartered with each other by lowering baskets on electrical wire from window to window; the penthouse was reserved for Mr. Pitt, and nobody ever went up there. Grim easily scaled the northeast wall of the hotel, which was her favorite ascent since it offered a great view of the city skyline, all lit up even at this late hour; she blended seamlessly into the ornamental terra cotta and brickwork as she made her way past the lower floors, then worked her way round to the southwestern face to her window with its stunning view of the Mona-Glenn Bridge. She clambered inside and was instantly greeted by the excited cries of her babies, the three cats she’d recently taken under her wing. “Hi babies! You guys hungry?†They followed her around the ruined suite, leaping eagerly from floor to chair to dusty mattress as she made her way to the bathroom, where she kept her meager larder in the medicine cabinet; she'd done some cleaning and piled most of the broken furniture into one corner of her 'spare room', and she tried to sweep the rooms she used the most at least once a week, but it was still pretty dusty. For some reason she couldn't put her finger on, she loved all the tacky pseudo-Roman furniture and wallpaper, especially the Medusa-headed doorknobs. “Tonight we have…Fancy Feast! Oh, it’s one of your favorites, isn’t it?†Grim always left them a little dry food dotted about the place, but it made her nervous to leave large amounts of food out; Carmine from down on six had offered her his rat-proofing skills at a healthy discount, but all the chicken wire and steel wool in the world wouldn’t keep the filthy little monsters out forever. After seeing to her babies’ needs, she made a meal for herself out of honey-roasted peanuts, Cheez-Its and the last of her wine coolers; the alcohol hit her surprisingly hard, so she decided to quickly check all the traps before finally hitting the hay. The tripwires were all still in place, the deadfalls tucked away into the hollows of the dropped ceiling, and all else was in order; with her hypersensitive hearing, Grim could hear the tenants in the suites on all sides of her doing the same thing, and in her mind’s eye she could see them perfectly, pacing the creaky floors as they checked and double-checked their own security measures. Since the cold didn’t really affect her, the blankets on her bed were fairly flimsy, more to preserve a sense of dignity than anything else; as she slid under the covers, Grim willed her costume into a nice set of silk pajamas, and the kitties leaped up to join her, one by one curling into tight warm bundles. “G’night, babies,†she murmured. “Sweet kitty dreams.†She was asleep the second she closed her eyes.

Home again, home again Grim walked the seven blocks from the Broadway bus in silence, her head still pulsing from the music at Midnight Hour, but at least she wouldn't be hung over from her night at the juice bar; with but a moment's concentration, she could pretty much get into any club she wanted to, but sometimes you actually want to be around people your own age when you're a kid. DJ Marmalax was her favorite, with a similar taste in bands but not so much that it become obvious and repetitive; tonight she danced to Large Cardinals, Hostile 17, Soft White Puffs and the Pangs with a series of increasingly cute boys, but then her lucky streak ended, and she finished the night partnered with a sweaty klutz in brand-new combat boots. Posers :roll: He tried to follow her outside, but she ducked into the alley and vanished, leaving Billy Bob Clodhopper blinking like a sap. After bus fare and the cover charge (she refused to pay for drinks), she was officially strapped, but it was too late to rattle the cup, so she decided to head for home, such as it was; the Imperator Hotel was a popular squat in the Fens, but she had managed to find herself some privacy. The elevators were silent ghosts and the grand stairwell had long since collapsed at the fifth floor during the fire in '83, which effectively sealed off the top two floors to anyone who didn't fly or was currently Grim. There were a handful of others like her, supers who chose this life for one reason or the other, and they called the top floors of the Imperator 'the Nest', their crude little co-op of shared misery. They each staked out a suite of rooms for their own use, and occasionally bartered with each other by lowering baskets on electrical wire from window to window; the penthouse was reserved for Mr. Pitt, and nobody ever went up there. Grim easily scaled the northeast wall of the hotel, which was her favorite ascent since it offered a great view of the city skyline, all lit up even at this late hour; she blended seamlessly into the ornamental terra cotta and brickwork as she made her way past the lower floors, then worked her way round to the southwestern face to her window with its stunning view of the Mona-Glenn Bridge. She clambered inside and was instantly greeted by the excited cries of her babies, the three cats she’d recently taken under her wing. “Hi babies! You guys hungry?†They followed her around the ruined suite, leaping eagerly from floor to chair to dusty mattress as she made her way to the bathroom, where she kept her meager larder in the medicine cabinet; she'd done some cleaning and piled most of the broken furniture into one corner of her 'spare room', and she tried to sweep the rooms she used the most at least once a week, but it was still pretty dusty. For some reason she couldn't put her finger on, she loved all the tacky pseudo-Roman furniture and wallpaper, especially the Medusa-headed doorknobs. “Tonight we have…Fancy Feast! Oh, it’s one of your favorites, isn’t it?†Grim always left them a little dry food dotted about the place, but it made her nervous to leave large amounts of food out; Carmine from down on six had offered her his rat-proofing skills at a healthy discount, but all the chicken wire and steel wool in the world wouldn’t keep the filthy little monsters out forever. After seeing to her babies’ needs, she made a meal for herself out of honey-roasted peanuts, Cheez-Its and the last of her wine coolers; the alcohol hit her surprisingly hard, so she decided to quickly check all the traps before finally hitting the hay. The tripwires were all still in place, the deadfalls tucked away into the hollows of the dropped ceiling, and all else was in order; with her hypersensitive hearing, Grim could hear the tenants in the suites on all sides of her doing the same thing, and in her mind’s eye she could see them perfectly, pacing the creaky floors as they checked and double-checked their own security measures. Since the cold didn’t really affect her, the blankets on her bed were fairly flimsy, more to preserve a sense of dignity than anything else; as she slid under the covers, Grim willed her costume into a nice set of silk pajamas, and the kitties leaped up to join her, one by one curling into tight warm bundles. “G’night, babies,†she murmured. “Sweet kitty dreams.†She was asleep the second she closed her eyes.

So this is a little thread I created for me to write about Grim's less crimefighter-y adventures: her day-to-day struggles, her friendships and personal defeats, etc. This is not a closed thread, but rather an 'invite only' one; you can post here in the OOC thread if you want to join in, or PM me if you want to be all sly and sneaky-like, and if it sounds like fun, I will give you the green light to post away.

So this is a little thread I created for me to write about Grim's less crimefighter-y adventures: her day-to-day struggles, her friendships and personal defeats, etc. This is not a closed thread, but rather an 'invite only' one; you can post here in the OOC thread if you want to join in, or PM me if you want to be all sly and sneaky-like, and if it sounds like fun, I will give you the green light to post away.

So this is a little thread I created for me to write about Grim's less crimefighter-y adventures: her day-to-day struggles, her friendships and personal defeats, etc. This is not a closed thread, but rather an 'invite only' one; you can post here in the OOC thread if you want to join in, or PM me if you want to be all sly and sneaky-like, and if it sounds like fun, I will give you the green light to post away.

I've seen several people do vigniettes for their characters, typically basaed around holidays at this point, but a few seem to be just for fun; can we do these at any time, and if so just put it into the appropriate neighborhood of FC? I wanted to start exploring Grim's character a bit, and this seeme dlike the best way.

I've seen several people do vigniettes for their characters, typically basaed around holidays at this point, but a few seem to be just for fun; can we do these at any time, and if so just put it into the appropriate neighborhood of FC? I wanted to start exploring Grim's character a bit, and this seeme dlike the best way.

I've seen several people do vigniettes for their characters, typically basaed around holidays at this point, but a few seem to be just for fun; can we do these at any time, and if so just put it into the appropriate neighborhood of FC? I wanted to start exploring Grim's character a bit, and this seeme dlike the best way.

Well even though she's a mere PL6, Grim is more than willing to pal around with you; now we just have to find someone for us to beat up, though we could always just do a little straight-up role-play.

Well even though she's a mere PL6, Grim is more than willing to pal around with you; now we just have to find someone for us to beat up, though we could always just do a little straight-up role-play.

Well even though she's a mere PL6, Grim is more than willing to pal around with you; now we just have to find someone for us to beat up, though we could always just do a little straight-up role-play.

Grim laughs and shakes her head at Nano's new gung-ho crimefighting attitude. "Man, I am such a bad influence on you; I hope you don't end up like my last skull-headed boyfriend." With a sigh, she looks forlornly down at her retro-fashionable lower half. "Bye-bye, boots - Mommy has to go to work now, but I can assure you you've been added to the regular rotation." The mist returns, bringing back the rest of her more battle-ready costume; she flashes her unorthodox new 'partner' a big smile. "And on that note, off we go!" Grim leaps gracefully off the roof, twisting in mid-air to reduce her impact when she lands on the pavement below.

Grim laughs and shakes her head at Nano's new gung-ho crimefighting attitude. "Man, I am such a bad influence on you; I hope you don't end up like my last skull-headed boyfriend." With a sigh, she looks forlornly down at her retro-fashionable lower half. "Bye-bye, boots - Mommy has to go to work now, but I can assure you you've been added to the regular rotation." The mist returns, bringing back the rest of her more battle-ready costume; she flashes her unorthodox new 'partner' a big smile. "And on that note, off we go!" Grim leaps gracefully off the roof, twisting in mid-air to reduce her impact when she lands on the pavement below.

Grim laughs and shakes her head at Nano's new gung-ho crimefighting attitude. "Man, I am such a bad influence on you; I hope you don't end up like my last skull-headed boyfriend." With a sigh, she looks forlornly down at her retro-fashionable lower half. "Bye-bye, boots - Mommy has to go to work now, but I can assure you you've been added to the regular rotation." The mist returns, bringing back the rest of her more battle-ready costume; she flashes her unorthodox new 'partner' a big smile. "And on that note, off we go!" Grim leaps gracefully off the roof, twisting in mid-air to reduce her impact when she lands on the pavement below.

Initiative of 20. Notice of 11.

Initiative of 20. Notice of 11.

Initiative of 20. Notice of 11.

It's not my all-around favorite (a toss-up between Incredibles and Nemo for me), but of the second tier films (Cars, A Bug's Life, etc), it's my favorite, lots of heart; that last shot where you hear Boo say 'Kitty!' and the big guy lights up...wow, I'm getting a chill right now!

It's not my all-around favorite (a toss-up between Incredibles and Nemo for me), but of the second tier films (Cars, A Bug's Life, etc), it's my favorite, lots of heart; that last shot where you hear Boo say 'Kitty!' and the big guy lights up...wow, I'm getting a chill right now!

It's not my all-around favorite (a toss-up between Incredibles and Nemo for me), but of the second tier films (Cars, A Bug's Life, etc), it's my favorite, lots of heart; that last shot where you hear Boo say 'Kitty!' and the big guy lights up...wow, I'm getting a chill right now!

Well, part of it might be the angle of your face in the photo; do you have a shot which is more straight-on, without the little head tilt?

Well, part of it might be the angle of your face in the photo; do you have a shot which is more straight-on, without the little head tilt?