20285/Crack and Wisecracks on Bleake Island

Crack and Wisecracks on Bleake Island
Date of Scene:	20 March 2025
Location:	Bleake Island
Synopsis:	Jessica Jones meets Action Man and Yellow Stain!
Cast of Characters:	Jack Ryder, Longshot, Jessica Jones

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Jack Ryder has posed:
This was once a beautiful mansion. The columns attested to money and taste if unimaginative. The windows are now boarded up. The doors suspiciously replaced with steel fire doors. The lawn wilted and died a long time ago. It was replaced with weeds and rusted car parts. The garden gnomes are replaced by two gang bangers, jean jackets, bandanas, ugly in the current fashion lurking by the front door. The light foot traffic crosses the street to avoid the mansion. Maybe it's haunted? maybe the thugs are packing? One drains a beer bottle and throws it, grinning at the trash. He probably broke a window.

Longshot has posed:
Longshot is a semi-wanted man at the moment. 'Semi' because though he has broken out of Ryker, he's a paper-work nightmare for both the huge number of inconveniences that have hampered any investigation that gets to close to noticing him again and the fact he doesn't appear to have existed until a few months ago. Still, Longshot is Not such an idiot to think he can go about doing crime-fighting in New York without an increased chance of being recognized. And Arrested. Again.

That's okay, Gotham is right down the road! For all the warnings about how unfriendly Gotham is, that simply means they might have more need of someone like Longshot, right? Now, he hasn't done much crime fighting alone. . . how does one find crimes? Longshot has spent the last few hours wandering Gotham aimlessly.

This house in particular? Sad House. Wow, really sad house. Here Longshot was, looking for people to help out and this house is so sad he can feel it from the street.

Longshot does not cross the street to avoid the mansion, but will stand in front of it, hands in his pockets staring at it. Hard to get a good read without touching it, but there are some surely nice people in front of the Sad House that might be able to tell him. Thus, Longshot walks up the front drive of the mansion and waves at the two figures in front.

"Hi there! I like your bandana! Could you tell me about this house? It's really-um-Sad. Everything okay here?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones isn't a Gotham person. She doesn't like it here. New York's rough, but at least it's home. A zoo, for sure, but she knew all the local animals. Gotham? G0tham was a war zone that pretended to be a regular city.

The case had been pretty simple - just a runaway, teenager with a bad boyfriend and a drug habit, with parents willing to pay to get her back but not so willing that they hire someone more expensive than Jessica Jones.

She's looking for junkie hideouts and this certainly looks like one. She's approaching at a slow pace, though, and takes a second to light a cigarette on the way as she sees Longshot first. She had a feeling she was about to be pissed off. But what else was new?

Jack Ryder has posed:
Let's call them Thug #1 and Thug #2. Do you really need a tortured backstory? Thug #2 draws an automatic pistol and aims it at Longshot. "Beat it flaco!" he growls. That's pretty hard as there are no r's in the statement. His pal draws a pistol as well, "Keep moving or you gonna get messed up!" he adds helpfully, as if sticking a gun in Longshot's face is not an obvious display of a hostile intent. They're thorough 1 and 2 are. Any ordinary citizen and quite a few law men might walk away. Across the street Jessica can see what may become a case of Suicide by Thug(s).

Not so fast! They'd have to move his body if they wack him here!

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" The laughter chills the blood, frays the nerves, makes hair rise, though bandanas hide that so forget it.

A dusky yellow shape, wearing a red manes that is almost a cape drops out of the sky. Actually he leapt out of a tree. to land on the side of the thugs and Longshot. "Gone, gone, form of man... here comes the Creeper to wreck your plans! Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Unfortunately, this outburst leads to the steel mansion door opening and two more gangers emerging with rifles.

Longshot has posed:
@emit Longshot is a generally friendly person and exists in a mostly context-less life untroubled by most things. Though he is not yet in tune enough with the world to recognize danger beyond the negative vibe the house is giving him, he's charismatic and will generally think the best of people until proven otherwise. These two individuals seem determined to prove him otherwise.

Longshot's smile drops at the appearance of the guns, blinking at them with an uneasy surprise, "Um, so-Guns being pointed at me is really bad for the gun. And the person holding the gun, actually I'm very difficult to shoot."

He's trying to be helpful here, tone remaining reasonable and will not move, even when joined by a third party. Wow, Longshot hasn't done solo-heroing and it's super lucky to have back-up at a time like this, huh? Guns are being pointed at him and someone showed up! Longshot does not question these things, but will be pleased regardless, "Ey! Good rhyme! Ummm, more folks coming, you wanna handle these guys and I'll do those ones?"

It's mostly rhetorical, Longshot's knives are out with a hum, jumping back to put more distance between himself and the new friend, blades thrown in the direction of the oncoming thugs from the house.

Thug 1 really trying to do his best here, at the appearance of a weapon from Longshot, his hand tightens on the trigger. And nothing happens for a moment. He shakes the gun helpfully and tries again to shoot, the gun, very helpfully, explodes.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones stops dead when she hears the laughter. That sounds like Gotham shit. Then the Creeper is there right in front of the scumbags that Longshot was starting to question and oh well, now there are knives drawn and everything's getting really good and violent really fast.

"I can't wait to go home," she mutters.

Is she going to intervene? Come to the rescue? Provide back up? No. She's going to do what a good PI does. Watch and take pictures.

Jack Ryder has posed:
In the back of the Creeper's head, Jack Ryder is smirking.

that was a terrible rhyme you gave me, Jacko!

I'm a journalist. Not a fucking POET!

Don't yell, you hurt my feelings.

The Creeper moves at the riflemen and one immediately shoots him in the chest. Blood and everything. Creep takes a dive and the men hurry past him, all four trying to close on Longshot.

A dark form rises behind the shooter, baleful red eyes, wild green hair. Clawed hands strike out, grabbing the rifle and tearing it out of the thug's grasp. It gets hurled away. The man is lifted effortlessly of the Creeper's head.

"And I will shed my laughter over the evil, for evil th... nope not right either. Hahahahahahaha!" The man is slammed into the ground!

How do you manage to make speeches in a fraction of a second?

Don't question it Jack. Never question it! Hoo hoo!

Longshot has posed:
"I'm really warning you about the guns, this is not very safe for you to keep pointing them at me-really!" Oops, and now he's surrounded. Longshot looks between the four men closing in around him, that mild alarm spiking not with his situation but to his new friend, "Hey now, no need to kill these guys, okay?!"

However, Longshot doesn't have time to continue critiquing the Creeper's tactics. His distraction is enough to have one thug attempt to grab him, Longshot dancing out from that grasp and into the waiting hands of another.

The moment the team thinks they have Longshot, weapons and fists are are forward like bluegons-But Longshot braces against the man holding him, jerking back to bash his nose and twist away-all of the thug's good co-worker's attacks land as intended, but Longshot is no longer there. The goon crumples under the assault of his friends, Longshot jumping up, knife catching one belt, then two and the gun belt of the third.

It's a quick, acrobatic thing, hands braced on shoulders only briefly to flip over them and away-Longshot pivoting to face them the moment his feet hit the ground. He beams at them as they turn from the fallen and pummeled friend, as one lunging again. Almost on que, two of their pants drop, tangling at the knees and ankles and tripping them in a tumbling duo of anger. The last does reach Longshot.

Unfortunately for him. Longshot doesn't do anything fancy. Simply punches the guy in the throat. For as rarely as Longshot does this, he is rather good at it.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones is mostly going to leave it to these guys. The crazy laughing monster piss man and the flippy-dippy pro wrestler dude seem to have things mostly in hand.

Still, one of them decides to maybe try an easier task and take a shot at the lady in the leather jacket. When he starts to lift his gun to take a shot, though, Jessica snatches it out of his hand and casually breaks the barrel off over her knee before grabbing him and tossing him through the air like a lawn dart.

"I hate this city!"

Jack Ryder has posed:
Blood should go crawling back INTO a wound. Wounds should not close that quick. the skin over the Creep's heart is again pristine. The third man standing tries to bring his gun to bear on Jessica only to have break it, Creep tries to grab him but Jessica already has him flying through the air. Oh well. He stomps the one he left on the ground in case he faking. Looking at Jessica, he sing "Wonder Woman! All the world is waiting for you nuh nuh nuh Nuh! And the powah you possess!"

A bullet whizzes over his head and he looks up to see a rifle barrel peaking between the boards covering a second floor window.

"One of you want to get that?" He drops to his knees and palms as a second shot rings out. "Oh using starte-ma-gee are you!" Then he's leaping for the columns in front of the house.

Longshot has posed:
"Little less on the murder Maybe?" Longshot will wander through the tumble of downed goons, ignoring those who can still speak, collecting his knives. They aren't an endless resource and he is rather fond of them.

"What's so bad about Gotham? Hi, I'm Longshot!" A wave to Jessica before the zip of shots from the window, "Hmmm? Oh-Ummm, Maybe we just go inside? Looks like he's got that-I can't really see who's shooting but-"

Longshot's knives will be tossed up into the air once, caught and thrown! A single blade flying true and lodging itself in the barrel of the sniper rifle. Longshot hums, hands back in his pocket and starts up toward the open front door, hollering in, "HEY, ALL THE BAD GUYS ARE GONE NOW! I'M COMING INSIDE NOW!"

Well, probably?

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones finishes her cigarette, dropping it on the ground and grinding it out under her boot.

"Don't talk to me, either of you," she says.

Could she fly up and maybe help with the sniper? Maybe. Is she going to? Absolutely not.

She goes over to one of the fallen thugs and puts a knee on his chest, pinning him to the ground like a moth in a leafbook before she pulls out her phone. She flicks for a second and then pull up a picture of her target, a sixteen year old runaway named Faye. "You seen this girl? She been around here?"

Jack Ryder has posed:
The Creeper is not satisfied with a bifurcated barrel on the concealed cannon. Not merely using the column for cover, With a strain that interrupts his nearly nonstop blather he tears the column free and smashes it into the window. Then he climbs the column to jump through the open window.

"Up! Up and away!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha! Still not it." Blam ba-blam! Another thug gets thrown out the window and slides down the column to faceplant.

"I am trying to emote! Oh crumbs!!" More gunshots. More laughter is heard outside.

Longshot has posed:
"Oh sorry, bad day?" Longshot glances back at Jessica, seems to decide she clearly must be having a bad day to be this grumpy, "Oop-Um, it sounds like he's killing people, I'm gunna go stop that-"

And with that he is off, running into the building, heralded by the sounds of more gunshots and some screams. Oh, there's people in here that are not bad guys, this counts as hero-ing then right? Longshot's cheerful chirping will tell people they can go now, maybe take some of this-what is it? Sugar? Powdered Sugar or flour or something? Take that with them maybe before the cops show up? Longshot's experience with drugs is limited.

Might be more hero-ish if they were all on the same moral standing. Yelling from Longshot himself, can likely be heard as he makes his way through the lower floors and up the stairs, "MISTER SIR! MISTER! VERY HELPFUL! BUT STOP KILLING THE BAD GUYS!"

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones just flips off Longshot in response to his question.

She goes through the various downed criminals. Some are unconscious. One spits on her which gets him picked up by the throat and chokeslammed back down onto the asphalt. Ouch.

The last guy, though? He's seen her! Downtown, shitty little nightclub. Junkie hangout. The kind of shithole she expected, really.

The sounds inside the house? Not her fucking problem.

Jack Ryder has posed:
The Creeper is surrounded by a few unconscious criminals when Longshot finds him. Also in the room are a number of wan and scrawny teenagers who were working at bagging drugs, dressed in their undies. They are chained to the tables.

The Creeper is no longer laughing. "I'm not killing them whoever you are. WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE? The fucking Joker? Pfft." He turns back to the kids and begins snapping chains. A few kids faint but he shrugs. "Weak sauce." One girl doesn't faint but smiles at the Creeper who smiles back...

She faints.

"Awww she's adorable. Can I keep one of these?"

Longshot has posed:
Woo-the sigh of relief is audible, unconscious not dead, "I'm Longshot! And I'm glad, I don't have the best track record telling who's a good guy and who isn't."

Attention immediately flicking to the individuals in chains, Longshot sobers briefly, but the need to comfort overrules any Big Feelings about people being in chains. Immediately approaching the teens as Creeper breaks them free, Longshot is pulling clothing out of the room's closet and distributing it quickly, words soft, all smiles and offering as much warmth as he can- "Hi, Hi-It's okay, they're all gone now, my friend's joking, he's not keeping anyone! You're not keeping anyone! No one has to stay here, it's okay. All okay, things will be okay now-Here, sweater, you look cold, there's water bottles down stairs, it's okay-"

The words don't stop, a bright chirping to both the unconscious and continuous teens, ensuring that even as those down come to, there will be an immediate improvement to their conditions with lack of chains and some measure of decency offered.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones is already leaving. She's got a case to work on after all. And the last thing she needs to deal with is GCPD or any of the people in the silly Bat outfits showing up to clean up the mess made by Action Jackson and the Yellow Stain (the names she's made up for them)

Which doesn't mean they can't run her down or try to talk to her. At their own risk.

Jack Ryder has posed:
The Creeper sees the fainting girl clothed, big t-shirt and flannels. He picks her up gently. "C'mon, Peaches. Imma get you a cheeseburger and shake." He heads for the window. As he passes a table full of money, he snatches a roll and stuffs it in his waistband. "I am the Creeper! I am vengeance... no wait... I am the night... I'll get back to you."