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ever heard of a penumbra? ([personal profile] extend) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-01-10 04:57 pm

MINOR INJURIES;

 

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.
frostyfelon: (Default)

Leonard Snart | DCU | OTA

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-11 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Daredevil or Captain Cold to be the one injured? Or both?]
frostyfelon: (Leonard Snart- Robber of ATMs)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Surprise me! Unless you'd like me to write then starter, of course.]
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)

Concussion/Frostbite - Attack - Other

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: BOO! Oh wait...]

Something had hit him hard. He had been investigating suspicious activity downtown when it happened. Daredevil shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs and involuntarily shivered. Why was it so cold near him? Seems he had interrupted a heist of sorts but wasn't prepared for the attack in return for his shadow dropping down from the skylight. He stays calm, trying to listen for clues as to where he was.
frostyfelon: (You leave the world behind)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: Aaaah! Oh, right. Lemme know if this isn't what you had planned.]

If Snart was being honest, he'd admit that some loon dropping from the ceiling towards him had caught him entirely off guard. He planned for guards, he planned for police, hell, he planned for Barry Allen zipping onto the scene for whatever reason, but he did not expect a spandex-clad vigilante to literally drop in, nearly on his shoulders. The gun had honestly gone off by accident when he startled as he was knocked off his feet.

Leonard groaned, more out of annoyance than pain, because who even was this idiot right now? Cold pushed back to his feet, less than a metre to Matt's right, slightly behind him.

"You may not have noticed, but I'm a bit busy--" He stopped short in his complaint when he realised the ground was iced over. Had he accidentally shot this guy? He had a deal. No one dies, and Scarlett keeps his nose out of Snart's business.
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
One of his hands, still gripping the baton, held to his opposite shoulder with a wince. It was cold, painfully cold. Matt grit his teeth, forcing himself to move and get up to his feet. He had lost one of his batons with his gadgets in it so he was going to have to improvise with the one.

"Bank's closed, you should come back during normal business hours," he throws back, striking his best fighting pose. The frost still evident on his shoulder.
frostyfelon: (Your ARGUS friends aren't very prompt.)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You see, I happen to do all my business after hours. Less complicated that way." Snart spoke smoothly, easing back and aiming the gun at the man's feet. To be fair, this guy seemed armed, so it was self defence. Of sorts. His gaze travelled up the guy's arm and lingered on his shoulder. Well, damn.

"Look, pal. Maybe it's best if you don't push your luck. Just step aside, I'll finish my business, and you won't end up with frostbite. It's a fair deal." He drawled.
daredevilawyer: (fighting)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Though his eyes are masked, one could almost imagine them narrowing at that offer.

"I don't think so."

The baton flies from his hand, followed by a foot and fist in smooth practiced motions. Daredevil isn't certain what kind of weapon this guy has but he didn't get the nickname The Man Without Fear for nothing.
frostyfelon: (People change!)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Snart used the gun to parry the baton and sidestep the foot, but the fist caught him square. In an effort not to go down, he scrambled but hit the ice. Normally, he was far more graceful than this, but it seemed tonight was just not his night. Snart slipped, ears already ringing from the strike, when he hit the floor, it was all he could do to keep his head from ricochetting off the ground. He rolled and spun, aiming the gun at the blindfolded hero then grimaced. As a split-second decision, he dropped his aim and fired the cold gun at the man's left foot.

It would be a glancing shot if it hit, so the damage wouldn't be so severe, but at the same time, it should effectively handicap the ninja-like vigilante. If it missed the man's foot, it would still hit the ground beneath him and cause even more slick ground for the pair to fight on. Snart was used to ice. He had to wonder how well this man would take to it.
daredevilawyer: (fighting)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Even if he couldn't see it, the immediate sound and cold emanating from the gun towards him was an alert enough for his super senses. Daredevil narrowly misses by leaping to the side. Some sort of ice gun it would seem, as the slippery floor was attesting to. He was having trouble keeping his footing at this rate. "Most criminals don't bring the fancy weapons to this part of town," he comments, grabbing onto a filing cabinet and climbing on top of it. The baton is thrown again, this time taking out the lightbulb over them and plunging half the room into dark. He needed more of an advantage here, especially with him fighting with only one arm.
frostyfelon: (People change!)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
He really shouldn't just stand there and watch curiously as the man perches on a filing cabinet, but by the time he scrambles off the ground again, the man's hit the light and it's increasingly difficult to see. Especially with his goggles.

"I'm not most criminals." He replied easily, pressing the cool surface of the gun against his throbbing jaw. He warily kept his distance from the man this time around.

"What's it to you, anyway? Don't tell me you're another one of the acclaimed masked do-gooders." His tone was far more at ease than he felt. He couldn't put his finger on this guy's tactics. It had to be hard enough for this guy to see through his blindfold, but now in the dark? It's as if he was trying to handicap Snart, but Snart was pretty sure the dark was a double-edged sword, right? He was missing a piece to this puzzle, he knew it.
daredevilawyer: (smirk in costume)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
The only thing really going for him in Daredevil's book was that he didn't sound like someone from organized crime. He sounded more like a freelancer. But he had to be sure.

A smirk show up briefly under the mask. "Alright, I won't." He definitely was a masked do-gooder. One that wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. He really wishes he could stretch his cold shoulder out but right now wasn't the time. "Who are you working for?" he demands, hopping from filing cabinet to table and taking another swing at the criminal. He seems to know exactly where he is in the dark.
frostyfelon: (Leonard Snart- Robber of ATMs)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Snart followed the sound of his movements, coupled with the dim light from the remaining light flooding in through the windows from the street lamps and the chilly glow of his gun. He narrowly dodges the strike, feeling the man's knuckles brush lightly against his already bruised jaw. This guy had some killer aim in the dark!

"Working for?" Leonard scoffed, trying to anticipate the man's landing, firing the gun at the floor where he projected the man to land as he danced away from the table. "I'm insulted!" But the tone was just for show. "I'm Leonard Snart. Also known as Cold. I don't work for anyone."

Leonard wasn't a ninja, he wasn't a Meta, he was just a damn good thief and tactician. He only had to beef up his game when speedsters started crashing his parties. Next time he cases a joint, he's also going to ask around about the local heroes.
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
There's an involuntary "Whoa!" as his heel slips on the floor and Daredevil goes sliding unceremonously across the room and crashes into one of the filing cabinets. Papers go flying everywhere.

Not his best moment.

"Well at least that much is true," he says, picking himself up and finding his baton again. His ears could tell the difference between a truth and a lie. Usually the criminal types wanted to stay anonymous. This one just about bragged about who he was just now. He was smart. Daredevil was going to have to be smarter. He splits the baton, a line inbetween, and sends it spinning at the other man. Hopefully wrapping around either gun or criminal on the way.
frostyfelon: (Your ARGUS friends aren't very prompt.)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: So, I have this sinking feeling that Snart's gonna end up with the concussion. XD]

Well, that was somewhat satisfying. He listened to the papers settle on the floor, the slip-n-slide victim was beyond his current range of sight in the dark, so he listened carefully for movement. His senses weren't nearly as honed as Matt's, not that he was even aware of it until the baton came whipping through the air for him.

It found its target, ensnaring the Cold Gun and smacking against Leonard's knuckles and wrist. The gun fired again, accidentally, and with the momentum as it fell, it sent a blast of ice in an arc around the room. Snart had to jump clear of it so as not to become a victim of his own gun. His goggles protected his eyes from the blinding light of the gun's beam, but in this darkness, it was still a painfully bright light. If the man could see in the dark, that should've burned the hell out of his eyes... if it didn't, and he'd be looking for the reaction, then it wasn't night vision this guy had. It was something else.

"Now you're really starting to get on my nerves, Cowl."
daredevilawyer: (fighting)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: well if you insist.]

The Cold gun was firing wild, Daredevil dove for cover, managing to avoid it's arc by turning the table on its side as he dodged. It took the brunt of it.

But Matt was uneffected by the bright light of the gun. The moment it was pointed away from him, he vaulted over the iced table and straight at the guy. Feet first to the head.
frostyfelon: (People change!)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: That wasn't an invitation! But who am I to pass it up?]

Snart was still overly affected by the bright light in the darkness. Your eyes adapt quicker to bright environments, but can take around 20 minutes to readjust to the darkness. This dark adaptation left him effectively blind to the man. He could hear him, but it was far too late by the time he reacted.

Leonard groaned, blinking his eyes open after a period of explosive sound and pain. He found himself flat on his back, goggles askew. His mind was sluggish to put together just what had happened.

"You're a Meta." Snart slurred, wincing at the sound of his own voice. "...not night vision. Some kind of sixth sense? Premonition?" He wasn't even sure he really cared. It was just more dignified than lying on the ground in silence. He should've shot this guy point blank when he had the chance.
daredevilawyer: (smirk in costume)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
This guy was too smart for his own good. Daredevil made short work of tying Snart up with the line from his baton. "Something like that," he says, picking up the Cold gun from the floor. He could sense the cold air around it before even picking it up. This was not something he wanted to mess around with too much. He finally takes a moment to stretch his frozen shoulder around to make sure he could still move it.

"You're not the big fish I was after tonight but I don't think the police department will complain too much." Half of them were on the take anyway. Smart guy like this would probably be out again in 24 hours.
frostyfelon: (and I'm very good at it.)

Thank you so much for this! This was a fun way to break in my muse!

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
He cracked his eyes open in time to see the man stretch his shoulder and chuckled humourlessly. It made him appreciate Barry's usual inability to take him in. But the kid seemed to think there was something good in him, and that was his weakness.

"Did you consider I was just a distraction from your target?" He was lying. Give him some credit, he could usually make the doubtless doubt themselves, but he didn't account for lie detection. "Keep you busy long enough so the Big Fish could get away?" Even if Cold could muster up the strength to sit up without losing his lunch, he couldn't fight this guy off to get away right now. Iron Heights, here he comes. Again. Probably. Well, probably a hospital first. In which, he'd find his escape.
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)

Captain Cold is the best

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Nope, there was a waver between heartbeats there. Not even the best liars could get rid of that. Daredevil looks less than impressed, arms crossed.

"You're new in town, you likely haven't even run into the Kingpin of crime...which is lucky for you. He'd have your little toy here for his own in no time." He indicates the gun now on the table.
frostyfelon: (I love this game)

He's so much fun, I have to admit!

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm just passing through, honestly. I saw an opportunity and I took it." It's said as if he was simply talking about an impromptu trip to the mall.

His eyes narrowed when this man told him the Kingpin would have his Cold Gun. "He'd regret that mistake." Clearly, he had no idea who the Kingpin was. "How's the shoulder? Getting feeling back yet?" Because if he hit you by accident with a graze, it was a promise what he'd do to someone he wanted to kill.
daredevilawyer: (from the shadows)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
And yet the criminals keep on lying. Someone as intelligent as this was probably planning for weeks before attempting a job like this on their own.

"He's not the type for regrets, or mistakes for that matter." There's an obvious edge to Daredevil's voice, one that says its personal between him and the Kingpin. He's made it his lifelong ambition to take down organized crime here in Hell's Kitchen, one way or another.

"It's fine." Hopefully. Daredevil bends over the guy, pulling him up by his lapels. "Are there any more of these weapons on the street?" Now would be a good time to know if he needs to defend against this kind of weaponry again.
frostyfelon: (and a liar)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
He couldn't stop the eyebrow from creeping towards his hairline when he detected that edge. That it's personal tone to the man's voice. He knew that tone all too well. Even with his head full of cotton and pain, he could catch subtle hints.

"You've been hunting him a while, haven't you?" He inclines his head when the man pulls him up. He's impressed with himself for not breaking the cocksure smirk in favour of shuddering with the sudden wave of nausea that washed over him. "Maybe there are, maybe there aren't. Why would I tell you without something to gain for that information?" Hidden message: Would you like to make a deal? He had to slowly articulate his words to keep them from slurring.
daredevilawyer: (sticks)

[personal profile] daredevilawyer 2017-01-12 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Daredevil didn't make deals with criminals. His streak of justice ran too deep for that. He lived black and white in a very, very gray city.

"There is a difference between going to jail on your own feet....or being carried." He would not be pulling any punches here. If he didn't want that boyish smirk wiped off his face, he should start talking.

Or hope the police arrive soon.
frostyfelon: (and a liar)

[personal profile] frostyfelon 2017-01-12 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Well now, he had gotten himself into a pickle, hadn't he? The short, quiet chuckle was bitter at best; self-loathing at its worst. "My, you are not the brand of hero I'm used to." It wasn't a compliment. "There's nothing else like my Cold Gun on the street." It wasn't a lie. Perhaps an omission of truths, but not a lie. As far as he knew, his was the only cold gun out there in Hell's Kitchen. "But, like you said, I'm new in town. What would I know about your streets." He drawled.

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