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[not-polish.livejournal.com]

WHO: Sally Jupiter and OPEN
WHERE: Anywhere you want
WHEN: Today, April 21st, 2010
WARNINGS: Doubt it, but it depends on who shows up.
SUMMARY: Sally needs some mad legit CR so an open post it is! She's just wandering around the City, honestly. Feel free to start your own thread or jump into one that's already begun...you pick the location because LOL idk man I'm open to anything.
FORMAT: starts as para, but will probably morph into a quickie or...whatevs.

Sally hasn't really accomplished much during her return to the City. Sure she got back into the swing of things, getting to re-know the locations and reuniting with both her jobs. The Nazi infestation had sort of killed what confidence she was getting back, and rather than going out there for fight some crime, she had laid low, taking a break somewhere in Jersey while the rest of the City had to fight against the invasion.

She felt pathetic, but what was she to do? For her, it had been years since she donned her skimpy yellow costume, and she loathed the fact that she felt her stomach slightly press against her corset whenever she tried it on. She had to tie it a bit more loose than before. She was a bit out of shape: having to take care of Laurie and a house rarely gave her time for her exercise routine.

As soon as the Nazi invasion was done and over with, she returned, telling herself that she will put herself back out there, that she won't fade into oblivion amongst the 'ported population. She wanted to stand out, she needed to shine. And sitting around doing nothing wasn't going to help her.

So today, she decided to leave her apartment donning that costume of hers, knowing that was the only way she could really, truly feel as confident as she used to. And by now, the citizens of the City were used to seeing costumed people walking around.

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OOPS forgot to say, uhhh... don't care about location either, just... in the streets?

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Cole had been doing his usual patrols. With the 'disability' of being able to go around a squad car he climbed up pipes, ran and jumped roofs, and generally played Spiderman.

Not exactly, but that's what he liked to call it in his head.

This time actually on the ground like a normal human being, though, he spots someone familiar.

"Sally?"

Squint.

SOUNDS DIVINE.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

It's nice hearing someone say her name. Back at home, everyone seemed to recognize her, while here...well, she was just another damn super.

It was no fun being just like everyone else...even if everyone else was referencing a small populace in an otherwise large City.

She turns around in the direction of the voice, and it takes her a second to recognize the figure. Sally puts on a smile and stops her stroll in the streets.

"Well, the City's not so big after all."

COOL.

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Cole squints again, and has to walk up to her, half looking at her and half eying... what she was wearing with a quizzical look.

It wasn't anything dirty, costumes just always weirded him out. Especially...

Okay, Cole, stop staring. He looked up.

"Hey."

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Lucky for Cole, Sally had to put up with staring for most, if not all of her vigilante career. That was what the Silk Spectre image was about, anyway. Sex appeal. Sex sells, and Sally was always pretty damn aware of it...if not a bit naive considering all that sex appeal she worked so hard to portray ended up giving people the idea that she was some kind of tease.

She didn't comment on his staring, and crossed her arms, eyeballing him with humour in her eye.

"Long time no see, Cole. What are you up to wandering the streets?"

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Ugh, Cole had to give a bit of an grimace and an apologetic look at that one, briefly.

"Patrols. But no shit, long timeno see."

vaguely outside of the prosecutor's office.

[notthebatman.livejournal.com]

Harvey Dent was a man in a hurry. Specifically, he was a man in a hurry to get some lunch. He had no idea where the sandwich place was that Cindy mentioned and he didn't plan to spend all of his lunch break running around like a moron. He had paperwork he wanted to look over and a news broadcast he had to prepare for. Finding this restaurant was top priority.

Of course, it got bumped down a few notches as he ran smack straight into Sally Jupiter. The papers he had in his hands fell to the sidewalk and started to scatter. Eyes widening, Harvey looked over the woman, apologetic smile on his face. "Oh God, I'm really sorry about that. I wasn't looking where I was going at all." He dropped down to the ground and started to pick up papers.

Oh shit, she was wearing a costume. This wasn't good at all.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Sally wasn't exactly paying much attention to where she was going. Her mind was elsewhere, probably somewhere deep in her usual nostalgic fantasies. Of course, those fantasies were knocked clean out of her when she found herself bumping into someone who seemed to really be in a hurry.

She looked annoyed for a moment, but when she noticed that, oh, this guy's kind of handsome, the expression softened. Always put on the charm Sal, the men like that.

They also like the costume. Don't be a prude.

She chuckles good-naturedly, bending down (in that costume, dear lord) to help him gather whatever papers he missed.

"Oh it's perfectly fine, hon. I wasn't paying much attention either."

[notthebatman.livejournal.com]

Harvey smiled, looking at Sally. A stray thought crosses his mind about how she really shouldn't be bending down, but Harvey gets one look at her cleavage and that thought starts to vanish.

And then he remembers Rachel. No matter how nice her tits look, he's taken. He shrugs slightly, picking up the last of the papers. He straightens back up, offering Sally a hand to help pull herself back up.

"I guess this is a sign from God that I really need a briefcase," he said, nonchalant expression on his face. Since the last briefcase had been stolen by Billy and used for God-knows-what, that would be a good idea.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Sally gathered what she could, practically oblivious (or pretending to be) to the stares she was getting. Should she have chosen a costume less revealing? Probably. But that would have killed the entire point of the Silk Spectre image. The only reason why anyone gave a damn about her and her career was because of her looks. She worked with what she got, and luckily the good lord blessed her with a healthy rack and a nice ass.

Even years of motherhood didn't kill much of her figure.

She flashed Harvey one of her pin-up girl smirks as she took his hand and allowed herself up, holding a few papers in one arm while brushing off invisible dirt with her free hand. She gave him whatever papers she had gathered, and offered him a wider smile.

"I always thought lawyers had their briefcases glued to their hands. What happened to yours?"

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Central Park does not usually have archers in it, but it seems that a young-ish woman has set up a 2 year old - her two-year old - with a toy bow and arrows, and is playing with him and/or being a target.

She looks up to see you in costume and blinks a few times, then grins, blushes and continues playing with the kid. Good to see there were other supers out on patrol, especially ones that were, hmmn, easy to look at.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Central Park seemed like a fine idea to look for something to do. She remembered back in real New York she used to take Laurie out to the park for a bit of a breather outside the apartment.

Today the park seemed to be full of kids and their parents, which made Sally's heart pang a little. She knew her daughter was safe at home, but still, it's been awfully lonely here.

She doesn't notice the woman looking at her, but Sally is watching her playing with her kid. She vaguely wondered what Laurie would be up to by now, but then again, if Sally were to ever return home again, she'd be sent back right where she left off.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Anna's Mother Sense starts to tingle at the gorgeous stranger looking at her and her child... until she recognizes the twinge on her face. Oh dear.

Anna sighs and waves her over.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Sally pauses for a second, and just stands there. Awkwardly. Well shit she was staring, wasn't she? Nevertheless, she pulls off a grin and approaches the woman cautiously.

"I didn't realize I was starin', hon. My mind...it wanders, y'know?"

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

Kurt was settling back into teaching again, which was somehow more action-packed when one suddenly appeared in the middle of a term. He didn't have everything planned out months in advance, more 'winging it' was involved... He might have found it a bit more satisfying, to be honest, when he didn't feel ridiculously unprepared.

Today? Today had bordered on one of those days. Given the chaos over the weekend, everything seemed considerably smoother, but it just seemed as though life had no intention of slowing from that Nazi-fueled attack. Everybody was restless, nobody had read a word of Cyrano de Bergerac... Surely, some good exercise would put things right, give him time to absolutely not think about a thing except jumps and landings! This semblance of New York, further, was well-equipped to supply him with such a thing!

And so Nightcrawer, clad in X-emblazoned uniform, leaped some roofs and climbed some walls and teleported some distances. Along the way, who should he spot but another costumed individual! Not only that, but a very charming (at very least from a first-impressive distance) lady costumed individual!

Well, he might as well be friendly, right? Of course. Other imPorted people were, after all, his neighbors. So, sitting a little inexplicably on a wall (on a less-than-absolutely crowed street, mind), he offered the woman a wave and friendly hello. "Guten tag, Fraulein. Nice day, is it not?"

Granted, give the recent attack... German might have been a bad choice. Oh, well.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Having lived in the City for awhile, not counting her "brief" 'port back home, Sally was used to the unnatural and the strange. Hell, when she first arrived in the City, within a week of her stay she was told that her daughter grew up into a bombshell ex-vigilante who had dated some blue superhuman who apparently will exist in her world. And following that game all the other random and absurd happenings in the City, and with the recent Nazi attacks...well...nothing should come as a surprise to her.

And yet...here was a surprise. A rather blue surprise sitting on a wall. He greeted her, but she barely caught his greeting for her hand flew to her chest. She was not ready for that.

"Jesus Christ!"

It wasn't the German that got to her...it was the fact that some blue guy sitting on a wall with a tail of all things, had just seemingly...popped out of nowhere.

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

For some reason, he hadn't quite expected the exclamation. Most people of the City, imPorts especially, had reacted fairly mildly. "Sorry, sorry. I apologize!" He retreated a couple of steps upward, weight crouched onto his wall-clinging feet. "I did not mean to startle. I was only out and about, and noticed that you seemed to be costumed." At least... He hoped she was costumed. If this was an actual fashion, he didn't rightly know where the world was going these days.

"I am one of those brought here, as well, as you can probably tell." He realized, then, that the wall-sticking probably wasn't helping his case, and hopped down with patent-pending grace. "I just thought I might say hello." Cue holding out a hand. "I am Kurt Wagner. Hallo."

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Her world didn't exactly have blue men appearing out of nowhere...yet, and honestly stuff like that freaked her out a little bit. Sally hadn't exactly been exposed to the odder sorts of imPorts, such as though who didn't look that human. Hell, maybe it was the tail that got her or the bright yellow eyes. Had she been more prepared, her reaction might have been a lot less "dramatic".

She inhaled, waving away his apology. "No, no it's okay, not your fault, hon." She had been jittery the last few days, maybe that's why she reacted the way she did.

Calming herself, she managed a smile. This guy just wanted to talk to a pretty lady, that's all. Nothing wrong with that. She took his three-fingered hand in hers as best as she could, and greeted him. "And I'm Sally Jupiter. It's a pleasure to meet you Kurt." Emphasis on the pleasure, she felt pretty damn bad for freaking out like that.

"After all, us imPorts kinda have to stick together."

is the evening in the streets okay? :D

[helokitynkevlar.livejournal.com]

Considering it had been a straight week in this place, Hit-Girl was doing okay going solo. The biggest problem was starting all over again. Back home, she knew where every little nook and cranny was that the drug lords and the mob hung out. Now, she was just trying to find them.

She was jumping from roof top to roof top, trying to at least find a mugger that she could trace. She didn't find that, but she did spot a familiar black and yellow costume.

"Holy shit-" she had said under her breath. Hit-Girl tripped out of shock-it had resulted in a much louder and more panicked noise-but she still acted quickly. Her grappling hook had gone against the ledge before she had started falling head first to the ground. With the grace of an acrobat, Hit-Girl had managed to turn falling off the ledge of a roof, to scaling a wall down to the ground of an alley.

Except she felt a gun against her back. Really? Someone was going to try mugging an ImPort? Didn't they understand the concept of super powers?

She was fumbling for her cleaver despite the fact that the guy told her to put her hands up. She needed a distraction, and she needed it fast.

Maybe Silk Spectre had heard her. She hadn't expected her to be too far away.

"Help!" she called out, before she had a hand around her mouth. Even if she didn't come, that would be distraction enough.

'tis perfect!

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

It had been a long day. She was starting to head home from the headquarters, a purse thrown over her shoulder and a stocking sort of torn. She hadn't really done much worth mentioning today...after all, she really just spent the day on patrol and her stocking had gotten caught in some fencing. It wasn't the best of days, but Sally's had worse.

Much worse.

Thinking about her wardrobe malfunction caused a rather melodramatic sigh, and she rubbed her face, rummaging through her brain where the nearest bar was. She had skipped her afternoon drink, and a headache was coming on. The streets were practically empty, the City's citizens either heading home to their friends or family, or they were off doing other things. Of course, this excluded the scum that wandered the streets.

She almost didn't here it, that cry for help. But she felt something in her gut churn and she definitely heard something, and Sally took a quick backtrack, finding herself standing in some kind of alleyway. Some mugger was holding a little girl at gunpoint, a little girl in a mask and costume...

Aw shit, how young were these kids starting? A somewhat hypocritical thought considering how much training she was planning on putting her daughter through, but nevertheless...

Tapping into her Silk Spectre act, the kind of shit she used to pull back in the day when she was still a free woman in her prime, she headed towards the mugger, praying that he wasn't actually going to shoot the girl. Luckily, her doubt didn't show. Hiding that was practically second nature.

Of course, it had been awhile since she did all this heroine crap. And most of the time, the crimes she had stopped were all staged thanks to that bastard of a agent and husband of hers, Larry.

"Hey," she called out, making her way towards the scene, "Step away from the kid."

Fantastic! :)

[helokitynkevlar.livejournal.com]

Mindy wasn't exactly scared, but the fact that she'd come back was kind of awesome. Of course, the guy had something to say about the fact that he was getting sick of the heroes here. By then, she had her hand on that cleaver, and the guy only had his hand on her mouth. The pistol was heading to her head, so she had to work fast.

There was a slight glow of silver as she got herself into position. She had her eyes on Silk Spectre-she didn't want to freak out the woman, but this was Sally Jupiter, the woman who'd had a kid with Eddie Blake. She didn't think that there would be too much of a freak out.

She forgot to take into account that she was ten. A ten year old with a cleaver wasn't exactly settling. Especially since the blade went into the guy's upper arm. There was a loud scream from the guy as she slipped out of his grip. She yanked away the blade, and started to hack away. It was clear with a few more swipes, he wasn't going to have an arm.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Sally stopped in her tracks as soon as she was able to register what the little girl in costume was going to do. At first she thought it was some kid getting caught up in trouble too old for her, but as soon as the yellow-clad vigilante saw the meat cleaver, she felt her heart run cold. It wasn't that violence offended her, or grossed her out...before Eddie left the team she had seen him in action, and he always beat his enemies mercilessly. Sometimes there was barely a body for the police to take in. But even if his violence had used to catch her off guard, it also kind of excited her. HJ was also pretty violent towards his enemies, and Sally could accept that.

But not this. There was something almost wrong with seeing a ten-year-old beat a man's arm to a pulp with a meat cleaver.

Now instead of stopping the mugger, she found herself trying to stop the child, grabbing at Mindy's hand in attempts to stop her. "Honey. Hon, you just can't go...cleavin' a man's arm off like that."

There was a pause, and she avoided looking at the cleaver. "I think he learned his lesson from the first hit."

Around Hell Towers

[out_of_time]

Jack told himself he was going for a walk, but really he was patrolling. Being knocked out during a terrorist attack and the murder of a 15-year-old had left him frustrated, angry, wound up, and now he prowled the neighbourhood, looking for some way he could even the scales.

Instead he found one of his fellow officers, wearing... something very yellow. He stopped and did a double take. "Sally?"

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

Sally was caught off guard when she heard a rather familiar voice say her name, and she looked away from the building she was admiring. Sight seeing, getting herself reacquainted with the City, was kind of her plan for the day.

She only wore this little number of hers so that, in case something popped up, she'd be ready for it. God forbid she'd show up unprepared.

Recognizing the face attached to that voice, she put her hands on her hips, acting as though she hadn't expected to see a fellow cop wandering the streets. Well, she didn't really expect to bump into anyone she knew, but hey, the day was just full of surprises.

"If it isn't Jack." She tilted her head slightly, and she grinned at him wryly. "Out on a patrol, or were you just walking around admiring the City?"

[out_of_time]

"I was just walking," he lied. "What about you?" He wouldn't expect someone dressed like that to be sweeping an area, but in this City you couldn't be sure. The line between 'uniform' and 'costume' was skewed here.

[not-polish.livejournal.com]

She had been told time and time again that it wouldn't be wrong if she decided to wear an officer's uniform. However, it was her choice to keep wearing her outfit, even when at headquarters. It was a confidence thing, and honestly, if she still fit into it, she would still wear it.

The relationship between a vigilante and her costume is a very tricky subject.

Sally continued talking to him cheerfully.

"Just walkin', huh? Guess I was doin' the same. I was actually wondering where I could find a goddamn bar in this area."