Post by Claire Selton on Jul 14, 2021 13:56:20 GMT -5
Participating Characters: Volcana & Legion of Doom Members
Forum Location: Gotham City > Hall of Doom
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: It's in a swamp so, gross.
Thread Location: Training Room at Hall of Doom
Premise: Volcana letting off some steam in the training room.
Escaping the real world and running away to some exotic island seems like a great idea on paper. Or when you're stuck in some humdrum pencil pushing office job. Really, it is pretty great for a few days. Weeks even. Particularly when you've got a handsome near invincible super hero dropping in on you regularly bringing you "gifts" and making sure all of your needs are met. ...well, most needs. Superman had proven uncooperative in some of Claire’s most desired recreational activities. It was unfortunate to say the least. After a while what started as a fairly promising paradise opportunity became very redundant and boring, feeling more and more like the prison it was every day.
Or at least it felt like a prison until she was actually in a prison. Returning to the mainland had not gone exactly as planned. Every jailbreak ended in failure with her back in an oxygen-less containment pod of some sort and Claire was more than a little tired of it. From the moment her power manifested themselves her life had never been her own. She'd been controlled and manipulated and shuttled from one place to another with everyone telling her how she needed to trust them and how this was going to be the best thing for her. All just lies so everyone could get what they wanted from her. Well as far as Claire was concerned, that was all done now.
Joining a Secret Society of Villains hasn't exactly been on her bucket list but when offered the opportunity Claire leaped at it. It wasn't the most ideal situation- That would require everyone minding their own damn business and stop trying to control and manipulate her to take advantage of her powers- but since that didn't seem likely to happen any time in the next century, this was the next best thing. Sure, she was still working for someone but she CHOSE this. And she had as much freedom as she was likely to ever get including a place to sleep where she wouldn't have to be compulsively looking over her shoulder. A full night's rest had done wonders for her beauty regiment. Not to mention the fancy augmentation of her abilities that provided her with actual flight was pretty awesome.
Many of Claire’s comrades-in-arms had their own secret identities or lives to go back to outside of the masks but she, did not. Claire didn’t exactly blend in so it wasn’t really viable to try to restart her life again. Not to mention her enemies had a tendency to find her and she wasn’t looking forward to living on the run again. Nevertheless, spending time cooped up in this place was really making her feel restless. In a way, the Legion of Doom’s headquarters was almost like another prison but at least here here she was mostly free to come and go as she pleased. Although figuring out exactly where that was, was a bit of a problem. It had been a long time since she had pulled a job and she also had thoughts about returning to that old Cadmus lab where she’d been taken last. Making sure everything had been properly reduced to cinders was something she’d been meaning to do for a while.
But not today. Today she decided to spend some time in their training facility.
Tag: Any members of the Legion of Doom
Forum Location: Gotham City > Hall of Doom
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: It's in a swamp so, gross.
Thread Location: Training Room at Hall of Doom
Premise: Volcana letting off some steam in the training room.
Escaping the real world and running away to some exotic island seems like a great idea on paper. Or when you're stuck in some humdrum pencil pushing office job. Really, it is pretty great for a few days. Weeks even. Particularly when you've got a handsome near invincible super hero dropping in on you regularly bringing you "gifts" and making sure all of your needs are met. ...well, most needs. Superman had proven uncooperative in some of Claire’s most desired recreational activities. It was unfortunate to say the least. After a while what started as a fairly promising paradise opportunity became very redundant and boring, feeling more and more like the prison it was every day.
Or at least it felt like a prison until she was actually in a prison. Returning to the mainland had not gone exactly as planned. Every jailbreak ended in failure with her back in an oxygen-less containment pod of some sort and Claire was more than a little tired of it. From the moment her power manifested themselves her life had never been her own. She'd been controlled and manipulated and shuttled from one place to another with everyone telling her how she needed to trust them and how this was going to be the best thing for her. All just lies so everyone could get what they wanted from her. Well as far as Claire was concerned, that was all done now.
Joining a Secret Society of Villains hasn't exactly been on her bucket list but when offered the opportunity Claire leaped at it. It wasn't the most ideal situation- That would require everyone minding their own damn business and stop trying to control and manipulate her to take advantage of her powers- but since that didn't seem likely to happen any time in the next century, this was the next best thing. Sure, she was still working for someone but she CHOSE this. And she had as much freedom as she was likely to ever get including a place to sleep where she wouldn't have to be compulsively looking over her shoulder. A full night's rest had done wonders for her beauty regiment. Not to mention the fancy augmentation of her abilities that provided her with actual flight was pretty awesome.
Many of Claire’s comrades-in-arms had their own secret identities or lives to go back to outside of the masks but she, did not. Claire didn’t exactly blend in so it wasn’t really viable to try to restart her life again. Not to mention her enemies had a tendency to find her and she wasn’t looking forward to living on the run again. Nevertheless, spending time cooped up in this place was really making her feel restless. In a way, the Legion of Doom’s headquarters was almost like another prison but at least here here she was mostly free to come and go as she pleased. Although figuring out exactly where that was, was a bit of a problem. It had been a long time since she had pulled a job and she also had thoughts about returning to that old Cadmus lab where she’d been taken last. Making sure everything had been properly reduced to cinders was something she’d been meaning to do for a while.
But not today. Today she decided to spend some time in their training facility.
Tag: Any members of the Legion of Doom