Ice, Ice Baby (Open?)

[Isis]

Isis walked slowly down the path towards the Outlands. She'd spent many a night couped up in prison, and she was raring to do something. She couldn't sit still any longer, and the fact that Kat had finally released them gave her such a new outlook on evil deeds. Something must be done to this town. People had gotten much too comfortable with the solemnity of this town. She, nor her cohorts, could handle it any longer. Laying low and doing nothing. The so-called "villains" of this place haven't being living up to the expectations set on them by the Titans. It was time that something be done, and a point must finally be made.

She wandered around the corner, stalking silently. Even though it was four in the morning, this was basically a whore house, and she was counting on someone being around. She peeked around to the entrance of the building. No one was guarding it? Well. This "Scar" fellow wasn't the brightest bulb, was he now? She smirked. So far this was easy. This was just another prime example of how the "Villains" in this town couldn't get anything done by themselves. It was pathetic. She was sure that she'd heard of the "villains" actually sparing people! Imagine that. The society of villainy would be ashamed.

She meandered over to the door, easily freezing the lock right off. She strode into the building. Glancing around the dark room. Oh, how great it would've been to have Berns with her. Just so she could have the fire. Light was necessary for a job in the dark. It just made sense. Being that she was ice and he was fire, they didn't do many things together. Unless they wanted to blanche someone. She chuckled silently. They'd done that before. A rather entertaining thing to watch if you asked Isis.

She heard a noise, and saw a light coming from down a corridor. She pressed herself up against the wall, waiting for the person to come around the corner. As they did, she wasted no time in grabbing the person by the arm, and pulling them to her. She smirked as she saw the fear in their eyes.

"Y-you're the p-person from the w-want ads."

She could practically smell the fear rolling off the young woman she'd taken hold of. It was refreshing. It'd been too long since she'd stared into the eyes of a feared soul. She smiled a wicked smile. "The Titans have returned." Afterwards the iciness came over the young lady, and she froze to the core, finally completely exploding from the solidity. Isis couldn't contain a laugh. She looked down at the pieces of ice that were all that was left of the young lady, and she stepped on one. "Too bad you'll never get to tell anyone."

She ascended the stairs, making sure to walk as quietly as possible. She froze the steps along the way, making sure that if someone were to enter, it would be nearly impossible to follow her trail. Isis figured once she made it to the roof, she could completely encase the building in ice, and once that was finished. It would be easy to punch the place in.

She found what she believed to be the stairwell to the roof and climbed up them. She honestly couldn't believe it had been as easy as it was. It was almost like there had to be catch. But she didn't believe so. Mostly because the "villainous" owner of this facility hadn't proven himself smart enough to consider having a trap. Not that it would be much of an obstacle for her. She made her way onto the roof, making her way to the edge and leaning precariously over it to look at the city streets below. She wasn't that high up. She could jump off and it wouldn't be any danger to her.

She laughed once more. "Poor Faraway. Sleeping tightly in your beds and not knowing what's coming to you. If only you'd been warned beforehand. You can blame your villains." She said to the air before walking back to the center of the roof. She took in a deep breath as streams of ice flowed from her palms. She could feel the ice forming on the roof beneath her. She smiled and closed her eyes, waiting. It would take a while to freeze the entire place, even as small as it was. She started humming to herself.

After a while had passed, she opened her eyes. The building was covered. As she walked, she felt as if she were on the middle of a frozen lake. Perfect. She thought to herself. It was going to be a piece of cake bringing the place down. She descended back down the stairs. It wasn't frozen inside, but since she'd probably frozen any cooling and/or heating systems in the building, the inside area was just as cold as the ice itself. She exited the building, looking at her work from a lower view. It was spectacular. The ice was gleaming in the moonlight, and it would look beautiful if it wasn't so... evil. Isis smiled again.

She saw a trash can by the side of the curb. She went over and picked it up, staying there so that she could gain momentum. Isis swung the trash can around a couple of times before releasing it. It land smack dab in the middle of the structure, and it all came smashing to pieces. It was wonderful to see an entire building come crashing down within seconds. Her work was a lot faster than the other Titans. And she enjoyed it that way.

She stayed at the site of the building for a little while longer, just taking time to bask in the glory of it all. And even take a little roll in the remaining ice.

[Perdita Dearly]

[Hey, would it be okay if I claim this now and post in a couple of hours? I would do it now but I have to go finish laundry and I'd really like to RP Perdita with a Titan <3]

[Isis]

(Of course you can! <3)

[Perdita Dearly]

"Alright, hey. Thanks very much. I'll give you a call just as soon as these are developed, OK? They will look great. Bye now!"

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Smiling as the couple carried their little bundle of joy off with a wave, Perdita returning the favor, the fair-haired photographer began to gather away her things. Hanging the camera on it's strap around her neck, she started to fold down her stand and gather up a few of the props she had brought with her in order to keep the toddler amused - these included a cute frog plushie who's eyes popped when you squeezed his tummy, and a couple of toys which rattled, including a car. Stowing the items into a backpack, she slung it over her shoulder, a slight breeze sweeping her bangs into her face, which she proceeded to tuck behind her ear.

It had been the first real, sunny day since the Titans had been let loose - not a drop of rain had fallen and no sign of clouds anywhere. So naturally, the amateur-turned-professional had decided to take advantage of the good weather and get in some family photo sessions for a few friends, and some friends of friends. Overall, it had been a good session and Perdie had to admit that it felt great to be able to work in the great outdoors again. It was fine, working in a studio, but it just didn't have the same impact. It wasn't organic.

She had been about to leave the park, when a spectacular sight caught her eye, causing her to drop her fold-down stand in shock, her jaw dropping. Up ahead, was The Outlands - a notorious escort agency run by some gangland figures, and a place Perdita here tended to avoid if she could help it. However, that wasn't what caught her eye. No. What did was the outside of the building. It had changed into what looked like crystal.

Figuring this would be a great photo opportunity, she hurried away from Faraway Central, slipping out through one of the iron gates and making her way over there, astounded. She had reached it eventually, dropping her things and inserting a new roll of film into her camera when a loud and unpleasant rumble began to shake the earth around her. Peeking up from behind her lense, she watched in horror as the entire building crumbled before her eyes. Ice shattered everywhere, scattering across roads and causing traffic collisions.

Perdie hurried out of the way of the on-coming ice, flattening herself against the wall of a building next to The Outlands which, after several minutes of sheer mayhem, had been reduced to ruins. An ice-covered ruin at that. Speechless, the blonde edged her way closer to the wreck, in time to see a female sliding around in the ice. She recognized her immediately, and released a squeak of terror, dropping the camera and allowing it to swing on it's strap around her neck as she clasped a hand to her mouth. She was rooted to the spot.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

this post was made for Isis & anyone else, and it's a lovely idunnohowmany words long. the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[Isis]

Isis was still playing among the remains of the Outlands, enjoying the destruction way too much. In fact, she had so much adrenaline rushing through her icy veins, she wanted to go destroy something else already. “But no,” She thought to herself. “My companions wouldn’t exactly be too thrilled. They have a strict plan, and so does Kat. You can not destroy anything else tonight, Isis.” But that was no fun, was it? What was she supposed to do? Wait around for all the rest of the Titans and their leader to tell her what to do next? That wouldn’t satisfy. Why, oh why couldn’t there have been more than that one girl in the building? Isis’ rising blood lust was insatiable. She couldn’t stand it. It was almost hurting her physically.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. But she couldn’t stop thinking about her victims faces as they realized that they were slowly freezing to death. The noise that the frozen body made as it hit the ground and shattered into millions of tiny pieces. Isis shuddered softly. It was even too much for her to think about it. Soon enough there would be plenty of people for her to choose from. She just had to have patience. Kat would give them their reward for doing their job so diligently. She couldn’t wait for that moment. The day when the Titans got to massacre the entire town. Not hiding away and only destroying by night. Isis felt like a coward. She wanted to do something. But nothing could be done. She thought many a time that she should go on her own and forget Kat’s plans. But she knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. She knew that Kat could send her to the pits of hell in mere moments and all without a second though.

Isis was still busy mulling over and contemplating these thoughts when suddenly she heard a small noise of fright coming from somewhere. She looked around, trying to find where the noise had come from. “Who’s there.” She said, lowering her voice menacingly. Isis finally saw a figure of a young girl, looking on at her in terror. Isis grinned mischievously, moving toward the girl in a cat-like fashion. She looked down, noticing the camera dangling from the girl’s neck. Isis lifted it over the girl’s head, absent-mindedly playing with it. “What’s this then? A camera. Were you planning on taking photos of Faraway’s most wanted? Were you planning on showing the cops, telling them that you found us?” She moved closer to the blonde girl, nearing her ear. “I have new for you, my pet. The FAP live up to their name. They will not catch us, and Faraway will fall.”

She smiled in an almost maniacal fashion. What a drop of luck. A victim had walked ever so willingly into her midst, so she should just do the noble thing and kill her already, right? Wrong. Might as well scare her a bit, correct? Isis hadn’t had enough fun recently, so she was begging for some entertainment. She backed away slowly from the girl, looking up toward the roof of a building. She stretched out her hand, a whole chimney on the roof freezing over. She brought the chimney closer and closer to them until she made it fly all the way right next to the blonde girl, and it busted into millions of tiny pieces. “Shall I show you more reasons why this place will be destroyed? And even more so, my willing victim?”