"Fairy dust isn't close enough to Pixie Dust man..."
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Post by Darren Cross on Oct 8, 2015 23:16:12 GMT
Eyes slowly opening a hand reached up to a hair of fluffy brown hair scratching the skull that was underneath it. A yawn escaped the mouth of the boy whom it belonged to and said mouth was quickly covered as the teenager wasn’t quite sure if anyone was around to hear it. He knew he had to be quiet or he would be found out and that certainly wasn’t on this young man’s to do list. Darren Cross was the stowaway on a ship heading out from Australia to America, where in America he didn’t know but that was something he intended to find out. Hidden behind and in between boxes he tried to duck his head down even further upon hearing voices getting closer to where he was hiding.
It wasn’t until they were almost upon him that he realized just what they were talking about as they started moving things. They were getting closer to land, and American land at that after nearly a month of waiting and hiding Darren grinned jumping up from his hiding place. The stunned crew men didn’t even have time to fully react before he dashed from his hiding spot onto to the ship deck with his sword, daggers, and costume all in his waterproof backpack he kind of stole from back home. Standing in the middle of the boat Darren zipped up the back as much as he can, sword handle sticking out the top though, and whistled as he took in his first site of the beach that was before them. Sure, it probably wasn’t the port or whatever the boat was heading but it was certainly going to be Darren’s destination now.
After a few moments of him standing there the rest of the crew finally realized that Darren was not only a stowaway but was standing in the middle of their ship. As they ran after him Darren waved and took off dashing to the edge of the boat where he jumped over yelling as he went. “Thanks for the ride mates! I’ll pay you pack someday!” Well at least that is what he believed he said, to the people on the ship it was probably something more along the lines of ‘wooooo hooooo! Yippe! Or Ahhhhh!’ After a second or two Darren splashed down into the water below. He wasn’t sure where he was in America or how far the beach was but Darren didn’t care. He was going to become the greatest Hero America had ever seen!
After a few minutes he finally made it to shore, pulling himself up onto the beach where he took off his book-bag and t-shirt. Ringing out the thing he plopped down on the sand beneath him, lying down. The afternoon sun beating down on his face he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Sure, he should go run around and find out where he was then go off to save the city or something but Darren didn’t quite feel like doing it just yet. Who knew though the day wasn’t over just yet and he was pretty sure something was going to happen soon anyway. “Ahhh, America sun is nice…not as warm as Australian though..Actually looks kind of dreary here.” He mumbled to himself in his Australian accent.
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riddle me this, riddle me that. who's afraid of the big black bat?
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Post by Edward Nygma on Oct 9, 2015 4:20:16 GMT
Edward breathed in the salty sea air. On this fine day he was enjoying a leisurely stroll far from the dreary confines of Arkham Asylum. He was a lanky, middle-aged man with graying brown hair. Today, he wore an olive-green suit with a purple tie and a bowler hat. The escaped inmate had a distinctly disheveled look about him but his mood was optimistic. Soon he would prove himself to be the most ruthless and cunning gangster Gotham had ever seen but... First, he needed to make some money.
The Riddler was twirling a short cane as he watched the ships sailing in and out of the harbor through a pair of purple-tinted sunglasses when something suddenly caught his attention out at sea. He stopped abruptly. A man had flung himself off a ship headed for the harbor and had begun desperately swimming to shore. Edward could hear angry shouting from the ship and as the man drew nearer to the beach it became clear that the man was a mere teenager.
Edward made a beeline for the stowaway and his bag of contraband. He took a brief detour to an abandoned lifeguard station to grab a megaphone before continuing across the cool sand. He stopped just short of the boy who’d just washed up on shore and planted his cane in front of him dramatically. Leaning forward with a smirk he posed a question, “What is something every culture has but YOU don’t want catching up to you?”
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"Fairy dust isn't close enough to Pixie Dust man..."
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Post by Darren Cross on Oct 9, 2015 19:49:13 GMT
Despite the air here being of slightly lesser quality than what he was used to in Australia and the place generally seemingly gloomier, even though it was the middle of the day on a beach, Darren was feeling pretty relaxed. Sure, he had just illegally entered the United States by stowing away on a boat for a couple months as it made its way from Australia to America and then decided to jump off while still out in open water and swim to sure. Most likely than not making him an illegal immigrant meaning if anyone was to find out and tell the cops they’d be all over him trying to deport him or whatever it was American’s did to people who entered their country illegally. It probably wasn’t very nice though.
Yet, none of that mattered to him. What did matter was when his sun was taken away by someone’s shadow. Were people really that rude here? If someone was laying out at the beach, relaxing and soaking up the sun you didn’t stand over them and let your shadow cast across said lying down person. “Heeeeey. You’re in the way of my sun man.” The teenager cried out opening one eye as he tried leaning his head back further to get a good look at the person who would dare steal his thunder. Or sun, whichever. The supposed sun stealer just so happened to be some weird guy wearing a green suit with a purple tie, an even weirder hat, and an even stranger cane that looked like it was a question mark. The guy wasn’t done being weird though because the first words out of his mouth were a question.
No, not a question but a riddle? Blinking Darren turned over so that he was on his stomach hands propping his head up as he thought about the riddle. Something all culture has but that he doesn’t want catching him? ‘The Flue?’ He thought to himself with a questioning look on his face before shaking his head. No, that was wrong, he definitely didn’t want to catch the flue though; he’d seen how sick it could make people. Not fun. “Uh, the Law?” He asked and answered at the same time. He didn’t know but if the guy had seen him swimming to shore away from the boat than that was definitely the answer he was giving. Not like he actually knew. “Who are you anyway?” Boy was that the wrong question to ask.
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riddle me this, riddle me that. who's afraid of the big black bat?
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Post by Edward Nygma on Oct 10, 2015 4:33:52 GMT
Edward's eyes widened and he rolled forward onto his toes excitedly. "Ooh... an excellent guess!" He hadn't expected the young man to play along willingly. Usually the Riddler was forced to make threats to squeeze any participation from his audience.
"I can see why you might think that." The teen's response had been quite telling. The young man was obviously on the run from the law. He wasn't sure exactly why but it might have something to do with the sword handle protruding from his bag.
E Nygma's eyes drifted wistfully towards the ship at sea. It probably wasn't too late to flag them down with the megaphone. He was sure there had to be some kind of reward for apprehending the boy. He heard the Australian's voice as he mulled over the possibilities in his head.
He responded absentmindedly to the stowaway on the sand, "Edward Nygma. The answer was Customs, by the way". Returning his full attention to the present he prodded the fellow's bag playfully with his question mark cane, "That is why you chose to swim ashore isn't it? In an attempt to avoid the authorities at port."
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"Fairy dust isn't close enough to Pixie Dust man..."
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Post by Darren Cross on Oct 10, 2015 18:57:53 GMT
An excellent guess? That meant he was wrong right? Usually when people said you made a good guess they were just being nice and you were totally wrong. At least as far as Darren knew and from what he had learned back at the orphanage six years ago. He hadn’t really ever gone to what could be defined as a real school and the schooling he did have stopped when he was ten years old when he and Lauren had decided to run off. Probably not his smartest decision ever but it also wasn’t his dumbest. No sir-y Darren Cross was most definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed. But! That didn’t mean he was a complete moron, he still had his common sense about him even if he didn’t use it all that often and…what was it he was doing again?
Oh! Right the guy in the green suit. The guy who had just commented on something to do with Darren’s answer but wasn’t whether the answer was right or not. Until a few moments later of course when he said that the answer to the riddle was Customs. What was a Custom and how could it chase someone? Darren tilted his head to the side trying to understand the supposed answer to the man’s riddle. Sure, everyone had customs in the sense that they were things they did that coincided with the culture or whatever but as far as Darren knew they couldn’t chase you. At least not in the same way a dog chased a rabbit. Or at all really.
Thus the boy asked his question. “Wait…How can a Custo-Hey!” The bag was quickly and easily grabbed and slung over his shoulders as he quickly sat up, now simply sitting down his back and thus bag away from the green suited man. “It’s rude to touch people’s things without asking first you know….Or so I’ve been told. I honestly wasn’t ever that good with figuring out what’s rude and what’s not but I’m pretty sure that was one of them.” Running a hand through his hair he smiled sheepishly “As for why I swam to shore it was more so because the boat people didn’t have any clue I was on the boat. The authorities part was just kind of an afterthought.” It was also here that he realized he knew the older gentleman’s name but said man didn’t know his. “Oh! Almost forgot, the name’s Darren. Darren Cross, nice to meetcha mister!” He jumped up thrusting his hand forward. Isn’t ADHD great?
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