A'ight, basically, this RP is for stuff that doesn't focus on Mindy and such (no offense). This RP focuses in Acmetropolis, naturally. There are only a few rules. You can be a Loonatic, random do-gooder, random pedestrian (which is kinda boring), villain, etc. Not a lot of rules.
1. No claiming multiple Loonatics. That's just mean. 2. No super-powerful charis. If you're a villain, you can be just strong enough to take on the Loonies and not die. 3. Please be at least semi-literate. Lit is luff'd and much more likely to get me to RP with you, though that's not necessarily a good thing. 4. You're not limited to Warner foolishness. Disney, Nintendo, Kraft Foods-- go for it. 5. I can add rules as I like. Also, rules is now spelled 'roolz.' FOXBY HAS SPOKEN.
Tech was lounging around the HQ, not having much work to do since there wasn't anything happening at the moment. Come to think of it, nothing has happened since last week. Shaddix was sitting on his front porch, setting his glass of coffee on the end table and taking out a piece of gum. Shaddix sighed.
"Geez, no action... Too boring around here sometimes..." Shaddix commented, shewing his gum.
A cloaked figure sat atop a building in an abandoned district in Acmetropolis. His cloak was black, with silverish-blue lining at the bottom and along the front. There were immaculate rune-type drawings drawn into the sides.
A grin escaped upon his shadowed lips-- he wore a cowboy-esque hat with the same coloring as his cloak. Drawing a sniper rifle from inside said cloak, he pulled it to his eyes, focusing. A green sphere glowed for an instant from just behind the barrel, and a shot was fired.
In the middle of a busy Acmetropolis street, a semi's engine blew, sending it careening into the opposite lane.
The boy sighed, entering the building from the rooftop entrance. It was pretty nice for an abandoned place, complete with couch, TV, and cabinets-- of course, they were all the sniper's doing...
The young man removed his garb to reveal a form-fitting black tee and loose black jeans, along with short white socks. He-- or from the looks of it, she-- had a pinched-in waist and round hips. He was lucky he didn't have a chest, or things would be really wierd. He had silverish hair that hung low to his shoulder blades in back, along with two spikes that hung to his collar, just off the corner of his eyes.
