The Faction: Green with Boredom (closed)

[N.P.C.]

NPC is Kryptonite

[glow=green,2,300]"Two hundred forty-five, two hundred forty six, two hundred forty seven, two hundred forty eight, two hundred forty nine, two hundred....two hundred and fifty."[/glow]

With the final count, I lift the barbell a final time, placing it carefully back into its rack before rising up, stretching my muscles as I stand. No ones watching me work out. Not in this shithole. Some perv asshole tried to sneak a peak of me in the shower...Since then people have been happy to give me a wide birth at this shithole.

Gym is called Jack's, though your guess is as good as mine why they call it that. Guy who runs the place is Iranian. Doesn't speak five words of fucking english, and I'm lucky if I can understand half of those. Still, for the Slums, it ain't bad. No treadmills, no pilates classes. Just a bunch of hardasses working themselves to death tryin to prove how much bigger their dick is than everyone else's.

Yeah, I ain't interested in that kinda shit. They leave me alone, I leave them alive.

Almost absently I rub the spot on my arm where I got my last shot. Jesus fuckin christ, its startin to bruise.....Wasn't the good shit either. Watered down. This week I'm down to 450....Who the fuck knows how long I can keep that up with these shitty ass doses, assumin the other shit they put in them don't kill me first. Fuckin draino or somesuch shit.

Risin from the bench I pull a white towel from the floor, and make my way back, past the pretenders. Watching out of the corner of my eye as some jerkoff goes to recover some of the weights I had on the bar. Apparently someone had a problem with me takin all the ones from the weight liftin section.

Like I give a fuck.

Once I reach the locker room, I strip down. Pullin off the black sweatpants, wifebeater and boxers. Ignorin the looks a few of the guys give me over my ink, and the green rocks I got around my neck...and maybe a couple other things too. Fags wanta piece of my, they'll have to ask nice and tell me their names, so I got something to write on the tombstones.

I step into the first shower stall, hangin my towel from the hook at the end, ignorin the lack of door or curtain as I reach the shower knob, turnin it all the way to scaldin as I stand beneath the poundin water. Lettin it wash away my sweat. Allready thinkin about who I'm gonna need to see about some shit this week. The K-juice is gettin harder and harder to come by. Too hard to process, an it kills most of the users. I need some more shit though...runnin out of time.

[Nasthalthia]

And the recruitments continue.
Results have been very pleasing. No one's turn the offer down, once their personal 'prize' or payment is revealed.
I can't help the smug satisfaction that all of my deductions to this point have worked so well.
This next recruit's going to be one of the easiest.
Thanks to his past 'employment' with LexCorp, finding out about him was simple, and finding his 'selling' point was even easier.
Not to mention the study value he will give me personally.
I've worked on weapons grade Kryptonite, and played around with coming up with new synthetic grades as well, consider it a hobby of mine, and experimenting with Kryptonite as a drug, on a more than willing test subject... well let's just say, I'm looking forward to seeing the results.
Catching up with him took a little time, he didn't leave a forwarding address with the company.
Since K dosed steroids is his drug of choice, I checked a few gyms, before I found one that recognized him, pointing him out to me with a nod of his head, not really caring to ask anything further.
I stand and watch him through the glass that separates the 'reception' area from the weight room itself, simply taking stock.
He is everything his records boast.
I need to purpose my deal when he's alone, so I walk through, as I see him heading into the locker room area.
You'd think a tall platinum blond walking into a men's locker room would at least raise some eyebrows, but everyone here is basking in their own self glory, wanting to be seen rippling those muscles, than see others clearly, no one seems to care I'm even here.
There's a couple guys in the locker room, but as he heads on to the showers alone, I see my best chance.
Nothing like catching the poor guy with his pants down.
I step into the shower room, keeping my distance from the water directly, my heels clicking loudly on the tile.
I let my eyes wonder over his body appraisingly, a small smile on my lips as I enjoy what I see, before traveling up, checking out his rather interesting jewelry, before looking him in the eyes.

[shadow=purple,left,300]Mr. Reeves, My name is K.
I would like to make a deal with you.
Work for me, and I can get you what you need.[/shadow]
To demonstrate, I reach into the pocked of my low cut business jacket, producing a needle that glows to match the resonance in his necklace.
I hold the needle up, tapping it as a nurse might,

[shadow=purple,left,300]This is a personal concoction, Anabolics, Corticosteroids, and both natural and synthetic grades of green Kryptonite.
And all you have to do to keep a constant supply, is join my team, help me take down a few capes that need to learn their place.[/shadow]
I let my eyes wander over his body, the sight of muscles rippling from his work out still a pleasure as I hold out the needle,

[shadow=purple,left,300]A sample, before you consider.[/shadow]

[N.P.C.]

NPC is Kryptonite

Whenever you do time, any kind really, you get used to certain things. Rules if you will, that you need to live by if you want to survive. Don't make eye contact, keep your hands low, eat slow. Simple things really, but they'll keep your ass intact if you don't fuck with them.

Oh yeah, and a shower ain't Never a safe place. Never.

So, its almost without thought that I turn back to the shower entrance as I hear a clicking like high heel on the tile. Doesn't matter what kinda shoes the guys' wearin if he wants to make shit for me...

Turns out I shouldn't have worried. Babe, not a dude. And one hell of a babe at that. Tall and muscular under a business suit that shows off more than it hides, and a plat blonde wig that ain't foolin nobody.

At first, paritulcarly givne how she's eyein me, I figure she's lookin for a bit of action. Not unusual to have a rich young thing pick up some boytoys from the wrong side of town. Little bit of danger to heat things up. I've gotten asked a couple of times, but I draw the line at that sort of shit. Last thing I need is getting busted as a Male hooker with my record. No ammount of Steroids in the world would let me keep all my teeth with a rap like that.

She surprises me though, callin me by my last name, which is something dudes around here shouldn't even know. Since that whole mess with Lexcorp I've been goin by half a dozen diffenent names just to keep ahead of the law.

What she says next though is a surprise. Drugs and a job offer. Kick some capes in the ass...tempting....particularly with what this lady has to offer. I eye the needle for a moment, letting her enjoy the view as I consider my options. Sure I could kill the bitch and take what I want offa her...but she's talkin supply, not just doses. Wouldn't need to boost TVs or shake down the tourists. Tempting....

Moving faster than she'd probably give me credit for, I lash out, takin the needle from her hand, holding it up to my eye. Notin how it and the necklace glow in synch with each other...

Without preamble, I shove the needle into my arm, needin all the force I've got, and one quick thrust to penetrate my arm. Most needles would snap off in the attempt...she had to special order this shit.

Then for a second everything goes away as the K enters my veins. A rush like nothign else as it burns through my veins, lightin me up for a second like a christmas tree before it even touches my heart. Drawing a groan from me as the high kicks in, my eyes closed till now snapping open, smilin at her for the first time as it really starts to hit.

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"Yeah...thats the shit there. The shit...."[/glow]

As suddenly as they K hit, other thoughts start to wander into my head, and my fgrin widens in response. Power I've got right now...I can take what I want....I move closer to her, ignoring the water dripping off my body as I tower over her, chuckling at the rush of power...the thought of what i can do to her now.

[glow=limegreen,2,300]"Yeah...I'll join your little boyscout troop...but lets talk about us first....Been a while since I had any fun...broke the last one I had...very sad...How durable you think you are?[/glow]

[Nasthalthia]

So far, I'd only gotten to see the physical brawn that his special addiction gives, but his speed, up close and personal, is rather amazing too.
He's a total blur, as he takes the needle from me, using it without much hesitation.
I smile as I watch him let the effect hit, acknowledging the quality of it almost immediately.
He fills with power, just as much as the high, and his eyes seem to get a bit greener as I watch.
He smiles, says he'll join, and then goes on to make advances on me.
This was to be expected.
The Corticosteroids boosting his metabolism, Arousal was a pretty predictable side effect.
Long term Steroid use usually denotes small genitalia, but it seems his mix with the added alien bits, hasn't effected him at all in this concern.
I can't say the thought isn't tempting...
He is faster than thought, and stronger than I, and yet, I don't show an ounce of fear as I look him over one last time, before shaking my head no.

[shadow=purple,left,300]Tempting.
But I don't mix business with pleasure.[/shadow]
By all appearances, it would seem I am at a great disadvantage, but that's not exactly the case.
I don't walk into a situation I can't walk out of, after all.

[shadow=purple,left,300]Silva, if he takes another step closer, go inside his head and make all the noise you can.[/shadow]
At my words, Silva shows herself a bit, going from invisible, to semi-transparent, smiling and waving at Kal.
With something inside his head to slow him down, I would have all the time I need to activate a ring on my right finger.
A special design that Trojan has created for me, it'll send 50,000 volts into his body on contact, like a tazer, one time use.
With Kal's special system, he'd live through it, and I can guarantee he won't be in the mood for sex after that.
I don't show off the ring though, better if it's not brought up at all. These are merely security measures, after all.

[shadow=purple,left,300]Look Kal, it's nothing personal, strictly business.
Work for me, and you can get room and board, 3 doses of special K a day, and you're free to take out all those pesky hormones on some super heroes.
That's all I have to offer you.
Take it, or leave it. [/shadow]

[N.P.C.]

NPC is Kryptonite

Heh...well thats unexpected. When I make my move on the babe she shows backup in the form of some ghost chick who aparently likes watching...not that I got a problem with that...Or really with not bangin the bosslady. Way I figure it whatever she needs me for, I'm sure I'll get more chances for fun. No reason to shit in yoru nest, like the saying goes. I can be a good boy...For now.

Giving the two of them a smile, I move past grabbing my towel as I go.

[glow=lime,2,300]"Your loss blondie,"[/glow] I say as I walk back to the locker room, now empty of other people...they tend, rightfully so, to clear out when I go for my showers. One or two peeping toms through plate glass'll convince people not to fuck with you.

I dry myself off as I stand nude before her, undable to resist showing off the merchendise as I do, even though the effects of the K have come down since I dosed.

[glow=lime,2,300]"Sounds like we have a deal. Three shots of K aday, no monkey biz with staff, and all the Capes to beat on that I could ever want...Seems fair." [/glow]

Fair ain't the half of it...I need more K...the way my system works, I'm actually getting stronger the longer I dose on the shit. With the ammount she probably has on hand I might be able to get to Blue Boy class....and thats the jackpot there.

No one will say no to me then.

[glow=lime,2,300]"So, what are you callin this group? Freaks Unlimited? I ain't working for another fucking Injustice Society or that kinda bullshit." [/glow]

I drop the towel, and open my locker, starting to redress, pulling on my jeans and socks. The black T with the K rock on the front, my jacket.

[glow=lime,2,300]"And Mr Reeves was my shitheel Dad, When we're working call me Kryptonite, like the song."[/glow]