13058/That's a BIG Mark
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| That's a BIG Mark | |
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| Date of Scene: | 13 October 2022 |
| Location: | Brooklyn |
| Synopsis: | June tries to mug the Juggernaut. It's naut a good idea. |
| Cast of Characters: | June Connor, Cain Marko
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- June Connor has posed:
Unity Makes Strength. That's what the billboard with the neighborhood motto says. June never really got that idea into her head, though. She's wearing a black denim jacket over a tan Fratelli's T-shirt, blue shredded jeans hugging her legs. She's small, but the fire engine red hair and piercings give her a meaner looking edge despite her small stature. A pissed off scowl is usually on her face, but today it's a little deeper. She chews a piece of gum, hands in her jacket pockets as she leans against the building. There's a particular spot on this street that is important to her. It's irrational, but it's there. She is watching a very specific spot on the sidewalk. It's an old piece of gum, so ground into the pavement it's not even sticky anymore, just a dark blot.
It's like a tradition for herself. She waits to see who steps on it. Whoever it is? That's her mark for this particular personal tradition.
- Cain Marko has posed:
Cain Marko spends a lot of time just wandering around the city. He's awake 24/7, 365. Barring any periods where a telepath has knocked him unconscious. He never even gets truly tired. Not currently in his armor, and not at full size (They're not necessarily connected), he's wearing civilian clothes. A normal tee that's honestly too thin for the weather, an oversized jacket that's probably custom made, and some jeans with boots. Even when you can't tell at a glance that he's superhuman, most people don't choose to mess with him. He's still built like a dump truck and rises over most people he passes. Still, it's not like there's no other mundane types at his size. He's tromping down the street steadily, footsteps solid. Very solid. His expression is bored more than anything. One oversized foot thuds down on the ground in gum, and he keeps moving. He doesn't seem to even notice June, despite her firey hair and scowl. His own red hair not nearly as bright.
- June Connor has posed:
June's green eyes snap up when she sees the boot, and takes in Cain. "Shit," she grunts. Why did she come up with this tradition again? Self-loathing, most likely. In contrast to Cain she's a child. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time someone thought she was. It's not uncommon for people to think she isn't even 18, so against a mountain of a man like Cain, she looks especially small.
She pushes her shoulder against the brick to stand up straight, not removing her hands from her pockets. Okay, personal challenge time. How do you take down someone who is likely more than triple your weight? Maybe this should just be a pickpocket job. She falls in line behind Cain, and looks to his rear pockets, trying to determine where his wallet is. She hardly has a womanly stride, but with bad posture she swivels at the shoulders a little while she walks, chewing that gum thoughtfully.
- Cain Marko has posed:
Well, he doesn't keep it in his back pocket at least. Those jeans are a little snug. Though the fact he managed to find a pair that fit him at all is a small miracle. It kind of looks like denim stretched over concrete. Hands in his jacket pockets, he doesn't seem to have noticed that he's being tailed by a pocket-sized thief yet. He just keeps walking forward steadily, but not so fast that it seems like he's rushing somewhere. He ignores those around him, and doesn't really move out of the way for folks. Eventually, he turns into an alleyway, disappearing off the street. Tromping down the relatively wide, trash strewn passage on his way to a different street.
- June Connor has posed:
June falls in step, her feet striking at the same time as his to mask her presence behind him. She watches the gait. She'll want to strike quickly and be gone. He carries himself like a fighter, and while she's also a fighter, the people that say size doesn't matter have clearly never been in a real fight.
She flits her eyes to the trash to the side. A good disorienting spot. She makes her move, a strong kick to the side of one foot. It's like when kids trip each other by knocking a foot behind the other, only she pins the foot there to try to force a full trip to the ground, and grabs the back of his jacket to try to tug him to the side for him to fall into the garbage.
- Cain Marko has posed:
When she kicks his foot, it's kind of like kicking a steel beam with a boot encased around it. And when she tugs at his jacket, he feels heavy. Too heavy, even for his size. He grunts at the sudden assault, and instinctively goes against the attempted throw. He ends up staying upright, coming to a halt. Then he slowly turns around, and peers down at June. He considers for a moment, glancing around the alley, then seems to realize what she had been attempting. He stares at her, and a brow slowly raises. Finally he just asks, "Really?"
- June Connor has posed:
Ow. June winces with the impact on her foot, and finds herself thrown a little off balance. She steadies herself, and looks up at him. "Fuck," she grunts with a wince. "Uh, sorry, thought you were someone else," she excuses her behavior. Congratulations June, this was as bad an idea as you thought. Why did you still do it?
- Cain Marko has posed:
Cain raises a huge hand and rubs his face for a few moments. Then he peers down at the much smaller redhead. "Kid, you really need to pick your marks better. Don't pick somebody that could snap you over their knee." He should be angry. He really should. But for some reason this strikes him as funny. "You'll live longer that way." He steps closer to her, looming. "Now, I should probably give you a beating just on principle. But this is giving me a chuckle. So I'm gonna let you walk out of this with your limbs all intact. Also, might wanna carry a weapon. Even if you don't plan on using it, you gotta put the fear in 'em. And you're kinda small to do that with your bare hands."
- June Connor has posed:
June's apologetic stance hardens when she's talked down to. "Oh, yeah yeah," she says, a smug smirk coming to her face. Apparently she's not listening very well. "You got it all figured out, huh?" she asks. "Big tough guy who's already top dog everywhere he goes I'm guessin'. Can tell you know how to fight, but you probably don't gotta actually do it much." One thing's for sure, she's got the aggression part down.
- Cain Marko has posed:
Okay. That's less funny. The faint smile on the big mans face fades away. His eyes narrow. "Kid, confidence is one thing. Being stupid is another." Cain reaches out to the side, resting his hand on the stone wall of the building next to them. Then his fingers dig in, sinking into the material as though it were a tub of peanut butter. He pulls off a chunk of stone and squeezes, grinding it slowly into gravel that filters between his fingers. "Like I said. I was gonna let you walk away. But if you think I should prove why I'm top dog, I'll try to make sure you'll be able to walk again someday."
- June Connor has posed:
June watches, her fear at the scooping of the stone registering like an appalled sneer. She takes a step back. "Oh, oh ok," she raises her hands in surrender. "Mutant superiority shit, I got it," making the assumption that Cain is a mutant. "You win, happy? I'm just a piece of shit an you're a happy holy great...whatever." She still has that asshole edge to her, but there's no mistaking that intimidated look on her face.
- Cain Marko has posed:
His expression darkens even further. "I'm not a mutant. And I don't go for that nazi shit anyway." He stares at her for a time more, then sighs and shakes his head. "Just... get out of here, kid. Be smarter who you target in the future." If she was a guy he probably WOULD have given her a beating. Was it sexist of him to treat her differently because of her gender? Yeah, probably. He's over ninety. It happens. He turns away from her, and starts to tromp along the alley again.
- June Connor has posed:
June lowers her hands. Truth be known, she kind of relies on the sexism a little. It's saved her bacon more than just this time. She doesn't follow, but watches him for a moment. Once he's several feet away, she pipes up again. "Out of curiosity," she says. "Whaddaya do for a livin'?" she calls out. After all, someone with that level of strength could surely find some ways to employ it.
- Cain Marko has posed:
Cain pauses when he hears her call out to him. He turns to look at her, considering for a few moments. Then he says, "I hurt people." Pretty accurate description. That's what mercs do, after all." Then he turns and starts off again.
