The Program

[BlaqueRicanMami]

Keisha " Ice " Williams

Damn, she was late again. She really did need to get an alarm clock that actually worked. The mocha-toned beauty would step into that establishment...hoping, wishing and praying that it wasn't too late. She really did need this to come through. She was a sweet young woman, though sometimes shy...she could have an attitude that came up to bite you in the ass if you messed with her wrong. Her power? She controlled water at her will. Slender heels of her white boots would click gently across the floor. White pleated mini skirt would ride low on her rounded hips, showing most of her perfectly shaped lower limbs. White bikini top was the only thing that covered that well toned and proportioned upper half. Yes, a superwoman did have to look her best. Couldn't be out of shape saving lives.

She would sit down in the waiting area, right thigh came to cross over the left, causing white material to hike up slightly. She would reach up boredly and brush a few jet black tendrils away from her face; purely pretty facial was framed by the soft layers on either side via that neat zigzag part centered on her scalp. Upper row of pearl white enamel would come down to bite on that full lower lip as she waited silently...

 

[Phoenix]

Cameron Fate and the Monkey Man doin his thing lol

She wanted to pay me?? I wanted to burst out laughing but I knew I was not going to cheat this woman. Note to self: Buy her something nice and shiny so you won't feel bad about not paying her much. Plus you can write off that shiny thing as a buisness expense. Looking at her, I said "Don't worry Druidess. As long as you work for me you will never have to give me a dime to be on TV."

Turning to Newell so I can stop thinking dirty thoughts about Druidess, I said "As for your question, yes this is going to be a constant thing as this show is not just a reality show but also a documentary. You will be asked to ignore the cameras except for the confessional testimonies that you are required to make every so often. But think of the bright side. If ratings, and merchandising stays up then there will probably be a movie deal."


Looking at them both and said "After everyone signs their contract I will show you the secret location of the house you will be living during filming."

Meanwhile in another office just down the hall

Micheal Monkeyhimper was scared becasue this Mr. Lebeau was known for not exactly being a man of patience and nonviolence. Turning to Lebeau he said "Mr. Lebeau my employer has of-f-f-fered you a deal that would have you star in the television show the program."

Before Wildcard could answer back Amanda Huggin-Kiss took control of the meeting and laid what the Program was and what were the positive and negatives for joining the Program would be if he joined on.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Druidess looked down at the contract frowning. More dead trees. Well, if she was able to make her message heard than maybe her friends, the trees, would forgive her this once.

Producing quill and ink from a pocket (god knows where she kept a pocket in her skin tight white dress) she signed it in her flowing script and handed it to Mr Fate.

"A house," She said, not too happy with the prospect of being cooped up. Oh well, if her tree friends could make a sacrifice so could she. She was just relieved that Cameron Fate was so nice as to not make her pay to be in the television.

Standing there, rocking back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back, she waited for Thundershock to get done so that she could begin her service to all of mankind.

 

[DarkTalon]

The Wild Card

Smiling As Amanda takes Controle from monkyhimper leBeau Spoke " You Should Have his Job."comley He contiued " Now Yall Scoped Me Out to the point Fineding me when the us Government coulden't?"

She Noded Yes

" Well than Tell me this. Why If I Am hard to find And Dont want Ploblisity Would i Sign. Not to meitionn I Was An Xman. I Re started the X-Force And lead A Group Super powerd Spys For the government . So Why me Whats in form e And Why Do it Answer.. Now"He sat up in the seat He was realy A Fun Loving guy He just knew More gets Acomplished When People were Scarred.

 

[The GrandMage]

Gotta love those fast-breaking news stories...

It was Channel 11 who first got the story. They had the bizarre habit of trying to get the last words from the-soon-to-be-executed at the maximum security prision, and the habit of connecting even such trifling field reports as that to home, and making a copy of the tape there, in case anything should happen to the camera. Today wasn't that big, it was the execution of The Crusher.

While not so long ago he had been a big name, his murderous rampage igniting a frenzy of anti-mutant feelings, and his capture helping to bed it back down. It had sparked interest. He had no motive, made no demands, and seemed to appear from nowhere. And, of course, after his capture, the information unearthed about him had started a mild panic that died down where more interesting news arose.

After all, while the story of a mutant kidnapped and turned into a giant like that was interesting, people didn't care if the mutant didn't say anything, just sat in his cell staring into space. The years had wore away interest in him to passing comparisons in size and strength.

But today Channel 11 was interrupting their top rated program to talk about him. "The Crusher, the giant mutant who killed numerous citizens not that many years ago, escaped from the maximum security prison just outside city limits earlier todays, injuring seven guards and killing twenty people, among whom was our own Dan Farthening. Channel 11 brings you this exclusive footage of his escape, not half an hour ago."

The video footage consisted of Dan asking the Crusher if he had any last words for the viewers, and the Crusher, breaking the silence he'd held since he was captured. "Yeah. Tell them," the sounds of straining metal could be heard in the backgroud, the guards look around before attempting to subdue the massive mutant, "I'm not gone yet." With that sentence, he snapped the sturdy chains holding him while he was moved to where his execution was to be held. Four massive arms struck out, knocking guards against the walls of the hall they'd been herding him down. The cameraman, also deceased by the time the film was shown, stood still, filming as the giant grabbed ahold of both sides of Dan's head, preparing to demonstrate how he'd earned the name 'Crusher'.

The video ended there, and the reporters went on to talk about the search being held by police, and a few words that the prison warden and the police chief allowed themselves to say before contemplating who to blame the escape on. After that random chatter, it they turned to see people's reactions.

He smiled, and turned up the volume. "The Crusher? He's an animal. I remember the first time he was on the loose. I was there. Saw him pick up a car and use it to squash a family like they were bugs. Then he picked me up and threw me through a deli window. I'm just glad nowadays there are more heroes around to deal with these menaces." He laughed, and turned off the television as the man's face disappeared. He was underground now, in the lab where the old bastard had done this to him. He got up, and stretched both pairs of arms wide before yawning.

"Tomorrow. I make them regret putting me away,....tomorrow..."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Wiccan

Wiccan sat on the couch in her plush apartment staring at her wide screen television and eating a club sandwich. She was dressed in her usual black attire, black halter, black leather jacket, tight black pants, and knee high black boots.

She had been watching her favorite program when it was interrupted for a news flash of some hulking guy getting executed.

"Shit!" She said grabbing the remote and aiming it at the TV preparing to click it off,"Just when the fucking thing was getting interesting."

She paused as she was about to press the channel button though. The guy with the death sentence, Crusher, she thought he had been called, suddenly started going bezerk and wrecking havoc and killing people. She threw the remote down on the couch and put down her sandwich. This was getting more interesting than Jerry Springer. At least they were showing the fighting instead of trying to interrupt it, like they could if they wanted to.

As she watched his rampage, she smiled. "Delicious," She mumured as he made a mad swathe through people, doors, cars and anything else that stood in his way. "Simply devine!"

Clicking off the television as they began to interview the boring people who had survived his attacks, she stretched out putting her hands behind her head and her feet up on the table.

"Now that is news that is fit to see," She chuckled,"I wonder if I could get to know Mr Tall, Hulking and Armed? We might just be able to be benificial to each other."

Grabbing her cell phone, she hit a fast dial number and wriggled her foot impatiently as she listened for it to be picked up. When it was, she answered the tentive 'Hello' from the other end.

"Yeah, Thomas, you see the news? Yeah, thats the guy. What do you know about this guy? What do you mean not much? Dammit, I've got an interest in this guy, find out what you can and get back to me. Don't ask why I want to know, it's none of your damn business. Just get the info for me and do it now!"

Clicking the phone closed she frowned, got up and made herself a drink. If she could find this guy she might be able to achieve her goal of finally getting rid of a persistant thorn in her side, her dear sister Druidess. He had to be interested in something and she could provide him with whatever he wanted. Money, power, sex...thats what most of them went for. Whatever, as long as she could finally see her sister's lifeless form lying on the ground crushed just like that reporter had been. MMMmmmm, yes, that was a nice vision indeed.

 

[DarkTalon]

Enter John Ryder

Acroos The street Whatching Crushers excape Sat A man on a weelless Motercycle Just Watching He starts his Bike And Weels made Of Soound Formed Making No Sound, as He rides off Fallowing Crusher.Smileing Behined His helmat At the Chaos this Cruture has Coused.

 

[Phoenix]

I was just faxing my legal team when the news broadcast of Grand Mage's escape from prison was just broadcast all over the news._ My first reaction was to immediately try send someone over there or handle it myself but I knew that I was not going to throw just Druidess and Monkeyhimper out there to the wolves like that .

Excusing myself from Druidess I walked to the green room, I knew that prison break required immediate attention and I knew my 4 pm was just the man to help with the job. Bursting into my office I saw a pair of feet propped up on my 10,000 dollar DuBois desk. My eye following the feet upward I locked eye with former X-Man Logan Lebeau aka the Wildcard. Coughing out loud while maintain my position of authority Lebeau at least had the decentcy to take his dirty boots off of my desk.

Walking over to him, I said "Mr. Lebeau I am sure that my personal assistant Micheal Monkeyhimper and associate producer Amanda Huggin-Kiss have gone over the details of the show and what it is all about. As for why you should join how about this, I can help with details about a certain Weopon Plus program such as Weopon X on top of paying you a substantial salary on top of helping you finally stop or at least incarcerate your brother. I understand that you don't want publicity but I want a proven commodity and a veteran of this superpowered game and frankly what I want has a lot more zeroes and clout behind it, but I am not a prick and I have the resources that I know can put an olive branch between us. All you have do is sign the contract currently sitting on the left of that boot print on my desk."

 

[DarkTalon]

LeBeau Signs

LeBeau Smiles A charming Cajan Smile And looks At the man And Woman He Just Gotdone herassing " See Now that Wasn't hard A Straight Answer And The Man Didn't Even Blink." Turning Back to Fate, He Just Tosses the Contrack to him With out Picking A Pin Up. " As For Wepon-X Thats My Foters Thing They Dont Consern me And Brother That You Might Regret Becous I Was Expcerment 3 Out of12 Theres no telling how many servived. But if You looked at the contracked I Red it and signed it Befor any one ever greated me. I Was Baord."


LeBeau Stands Up Smileing "Now how dose this work i get A Dressing room Or do all Have som sort of house?"

 

[Remec]

Back in the green room

Thunderclap gathered his contract together and followed Fate and Druidess out of the auditioning stage, through the maze of flats, wires, and assorted stage hands milling about, and back into the main hall and into the green room. As Fate headed towards his actual office, and his 4:00, Thunderclap repeated the offer of a late lunch, early dinner to Druidess.

"I don't know about you, but working out makes me hungry. I'll just see if my friend who came in with me is still here, and be right back...wait here if you want to join me...maybe us." He smiled and stepped into the green room, looking around. He didn't see the Squirrel offhand, although his eyes stopped and lingered over the woman in the white costume.

He went over to the receptionist, trying not to stare, but this heroine was one of the most exquisite he'd had the pleasure to see, let alone meet. "Um, did the Squirrel leave?", Thunderclap asked the lady at the desk.

"Yeah...he went for something from the vending machines, again. I swear his metabolism must be something else. And came rushing in muttering about a news bulletin that had broke in on Jerry and to tell anyone looking for him he was gone to help."

Thunderclap stood up more properly. "I see...where's the tv? In the vending area? I need to see what's up. The Squirrel is tough and packs a mean kick, but he tends to be overconfident." He turned to go out and met the gaze of the woman in white. He took in a breath at the way her eyes shone...bright and beautiful...and how her skirt had risen to show off more of what were incredibly toned thighs. Purely out of habit, since they'd made a bit of visual contact, Thunderclap nodded and smiled. "Hi there."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Druidess

Leaving Druidess to her own devices in such a setting was not the wisest choice anyone made. Quickly becoming bored, she began wondering around, talking to the plants and getting stares from those passing her.

She also managed to come across a computer console and began playing with the buttons, facinated by the flickering images on the screen and quite happy until the programmer came back from getting coffee, saw his screens in a jumbled mess and ordered her out of the room.

Having the door shut on her face in the middle of telling him how 'not nice' he was, she shrugged and thought she would try to find Mr Fate. Moving off in the direction of the door she had seen him enter, she opened it an peered around the it, taking in the large man who was talking to Mr Fate and the Monkey Man and the woman who didn't want her to see Mr Fate when she got there.

Walking into the room unannounced, she walked right up to the man and cocked her head at him, looking him over. Placing a finger on his forehead, she seemed puzzled by something.

"You are a strange man," She said to him in a matter of fact voice,"I sense a beast inside of you. Was your father a Great Wolf? You have the markings and the spirit. But you need to be nicer, yes, that spirit is hard to control."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Wiccan

"Thomas, you have just earned yourself a huge reward," Wiccan smiled as she closed her cell phone, ignoring the panting in the background as Thomas contemplated exactly what kind of reward he would be getting.

She had just been given the location of an underground laboratory that was connected to Crusher. Word from some really bad people said he might be headed there.

Getting into her sleek black sports car, she drove off following the directions given her by her informant, stopping some distance away on seeing someone in a motorcycle drive up to the spot just before she reached it. Cutting the engine and sitting back, she watched the newcomer wondering what his purpose was here and if it would interferr with her own. No matter, she was patient when the situation called for it. All she had to do was wait and see.

 

[DarkTalon]

Lebeau

Lebeau Smiled At the woman You Interupted the meetin. He chuckeled at the Question she posed And in his charming southern cajan Draw He spoke"Well Cherr' Yea One of them was A Reall Animale so to speak. Other than that How Can I Help A Beautiy like you CHerr'?"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Druidess

Druidess smiled, pleased that she had been right. Then she shook her head. "My name is Druidess," She told him,"Not Cher. And I am here to go into the television and tell people to not be 'not nice'. Mr Fate is giving me the chance to do so and not making me pay him. He is truly a wonderful man, don't you think so?"

Then giving him a strange look. "Do I look like this Cher? I have never met anyone who looked like me before. Except for my sister who is very, very 'not nice' and tries to hurt people."

 

[DarkTalon]

John Ryder

When he reched the entrence to The under ground lab he turned off the bike And The Weelless of Soundless sound dissapeerred. As He Steped of the bike He sniffed the Air Sensing Wiccan In A Flash He was Creeping up Be Hind her His Helmet stil on

In A Scratchy yet mezzmerizing voice He spoke in a low Deep British Draw "Can I Hellp You Babe?"

 

[DarkTalon]

LeBeau

" I Dont Know If Fate is Nice or not But Im Working On This Show To ." Now Tring To Keep from Laughing. " No Cerr' Is A Cajan Complement I Was Giving you, I Have A Brother or two who Like to hurt peple."

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Wiccan

Turning, Wiccan gives Ryder a dark look which was easy for her because her eyes were so dark as to be almost black. Stepping out of the car, she shuts the door and leans against it sensually, looking the man up and down.

"The first thing you can do," She said to him in a bored tone,"Is to not call me Babe again. The names Wiccan. The second thing you can do it tell me what you want with our large and many armed friend. I assume you are here for him as well? What is he to you?"

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Druidess

Druidess looked up at the man with large, sympathetic eyes. The green in them seeming even deeper as she heard about his brothers.

"Oh, you poor man," she said shaking her head and taking his arm. "It really is sad, isn't it? That those so close to you can be such a way? I am constantly having to fight my sister and she doesn't understand that I don't want to hurt her at all. Just stop her from being that way. She really isnt happy. She says she is but I know better." She nodded her head enthusiastically.

Then she blushed prettily and said,"And thank you for the compliment. This Cher person must be very nice for people to use her name when saying nice things about some one else."

 

[DarkTalon]

John RYder

his firey red eyes shinmer behind the black helmet that covers his Face He Smiles Be for he spekes choosing his words carfully " He's A means to an end. Iwish to use him To kill The Last two Of My Brothers." He probed her mind with out her knowlage And than spoke again " As Are You You Want your Sister Duridess Dead And Lifless sounds Good to Me . Care to Acumpany me Down ther and let our prescenc know ." He than With out speeking echoed the word Babe through out her mind.

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Wiccan

Wiccan gives the man a smile as she stands up from the car. Her eyes only flicker as she realizes he has read her mind and echoes the word she had hated hearing through the recesses of her mind.

Reaching up, she places her hand on his helmet as if cupping the cheek beneath it and a dark glow seems to surround her, centering in her hand as the material of the helmet begins to age and crack and then crumble to dust.

"Thats better," she purrs to him, laying her hand on the cheek that is now exposed,"I do like seeing who I am doing business with." Leaning in, she brushes his lips with hers whispering to him,"And if you think that your helmet had it bad, you should see what I can do to living tissue."

Stepping back, she let her hand fall and gave him a raised eyebrow. "Shall we go find our hulking friend then?"

 

[DarkTalon]

John Ryder

Scars Reveled

The Helmet crumbled to dust Revilling Soilid Dark crimsom red eyes No puples Just Solid color And Two long SCars that Cut sharp down through his eyes Lick the eye paint of the Crow.

John Was Rough Looking But Handsom never the less. Short Spiked red hair And A lether bickers Out fit . He smiled A Evil wikid Smile
" You owe me an helmet But Lets Go " With That Said He Was At the entrence way Be for she even turn A round Wen she Cought up to him He spoke be for continuing
" You think you can keep up Babe" He than turned and Walked on she had no idea the Powers he held

 

[BlueEyedLady]

Wiccan

Walking through the dark, dusty and crumbling interior, Wiccan looked around and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "How charming. Early Mad Scientist."

Walking in the general direction that Ryder had disappeared down, she kept an eye out for their big friend. Though he didn't know it yet, they were going to be working together. She was sure he prospect of killing goody-goodies like the ones that put him away and almost had him executed would interest the big guy. If not there were other ways of pursuasion.

 

[Phoenix]

Cameron Fate

I was very much pleased that Mr. Lebeau has decided to take up my offer, but I also knew that he was as his name was going to be the Wildcard of this group. I just hope that attitude of his does not get anyone hurt or worse cost me money.

Noticing my other two recuits close by, I watched as they made their way into the office. Immediately Druidess makes me scratch my head wondering is this just a rouse or is she actually that naieve. Newell over there has a major hard on for her, while Lebeau is also trying to get into her pants. Hmm all these raging hormone might produce a pretty cool love triangle that makes good television. haha I am gonna get paid.

While Druidess and Lebeau conversated, I was working first getting Thunderclap's lawyer on the phone and ironing out the deal to sign him. We had just agreed to term and he was faxing back the contract with the correct modications for him to sign when Monkeyhimper brings another contract to me and tells me he signed this girl yesterday who was extremely talented and eager to work for me. Normally I would have fined Monkeyhimper for making deals without my expressed consent but with this monster breaking out of jail today, I needed to assemble a team right away. Hell even if it does not work out I could always audition and add new members later, but dammit she better be better than the freaking Shoveler.

Sending Monkeyhimper out of my office, he had a direct order to find the girl and bring her to me so I can give her the once over. With a bright flash, Monkeyhimper teleported out of the room. Looking back at the others I said "As members of the Program all of you will be stationed in a house in a supersecret highly classified location that only you and very few other people know about named the Vacant Lot. It is a rather large house that I had to go through particular pains to keep shadowed from government satellites and the reason for privacy is to escape the media vultures or the paparazzi and two it helps stop criminals from attempting to kills everyone while they sleep. Best of all we do not require a jet or any vehicle to get there as Monkeyhimper practically has the teleportation coordinates programmed into his head.

"By the way Thunderclap, your lawyers is on line one and the contract is ready once he gives you the word."

 

[BlaqueRicanMami]

Ice

She glanced upward when Monkeyhimper approached her, and she would smile up towards him in recognition.

" Mr. Fate would like to meet you, now. I just know he's gonna love you. I'm should get a promotion for this. "

She would laugh, standing up, she adjusted her skirt against those mocha hued thighs. Yes...she knew that her beauty would help Mr. Fate love her, but she also knew that every show needed a token Black...and here she was. She followed Monkeyhimper to Mr. Fate's office and she stepped over towards him, offering her hand out towards him.

" A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fate...I'm Ice. "

 

[The GrandMage]

The Crusher - Welcoming Houseguests

He watched them entering. The security system was a little old, and a few of the cameras were broken, and a few were covered in crud, and a few of the screens flickered as he watched them, but he knew where they were.

He supposed this was the man who had managed to contact Vile, and the woman he had said he was asking for. Crusher hated Vile, and vice versa. Which was probably why the wretch, the only other surviver from the project that had changed them both, had bothered to call him. They hated each other enough to want to make sure that only they had the divine pleasure of killing the other.

He got to his feet, stretching his arms out, looking up at the ceiling, barely a foot from his head, he grunted. He turned, and decided to say hello to his houseguests, and tell them to get the fuck out.

He opened the door, moving down a short hallway to come out a few feet behind where the woman was, the man scouting ahead. Not that he'd find much. "Well, hello." His voice boomed as he looked down at the woman barely seven of eight feet away. "Decide to drop by for a little tea, did we? Sorry the place is such a mess, but I really haven't had time to clean up, busy planning on killing everything that moves, ya know?"

After the sarcasm filled introduction to his tresspassing friends, he decided to get right to the point. "So, what the fuck are ya doin' here?"