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Post by Dr. Horrible on May 25, 2009 10:15:05 GMT -8
Billy shifted the weight of the bag on his shoulders, hating the way it dug into his skin. He knew he’d have a nasty looking bruise/burn on his shoulder later. But that was life. It would be well worth it. Doctor Horrible was inside, the boots, ray-gun, and goggles bringing most of the weight to the bag. He had a plan for the day! It was going to be exciting. He had to pay his rent. So, in having no money, no job, no means of obtaining any way to get around paying his rent, Billy was going to hold a heist today! Heaving his bag once again higher onto his torso, he ducked inside the bank.
It was not what he expected. In such a huge city, you’d think someone would make a stunning bank. But this looked like a pitiful step-child of bankruptcy. But they had to have enough money to pay his rent, right? Sure, why not?! He went right from the doors to the bathroom, looking very much like someone that just stepped into the building on their way to something or somewhere else and had to make a quick pit-stop. He was in, and five seconds later he was out, dressed as Doctor Horrible, goggles on his head, stun-ray in his gloved hands, white boots thumping loudly across the tile of the little bank as he shot the red beam into the ceiling.
“Alright! This is a hold up! Everyone on the ground!” Plaster fell almost on Billy’s foot, decorating him with white specks. You couldn’t tell much though, dressed all in white as he was anyway. The green and red Caduceus stood out starkly on the chest of his over-sized smock, the black lenses of his goggles on his forehead reflecting the new hole his red and black stun-ray had created. It just looked impressive. In reality, the gun wasn’t that awesome. If it hit you you’d probably just get the wind knocked out of you. Billy knew that, he had tested it on himself. But it was enough of a distraction that would let him get away if needed.
Aiming this time at a teller, Billy used his other hand to pull up his gym bag. It now had his hoodies and jeans in it. See, he had bought his boots too big, so he could wear them with his regular shoes on. It was an accident that turned out rather well for him. Except that he had a tendency to trip over feet that were much too large for him. Oh well! Unless he had to run it wasn’t too much of a bother. Plopping the bag with only the clothes in it, Dr. Horrible swung his ray-gun from the people on the ground to the teller and back again.
“Fill it. Don’t take anything out.” He still needed those clothes, he had to get to the Laundromat after he paid his rent today.
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Post by Johnny Snow on Jun 6, 2009 20:59:12 GMT -8
"Damnit Billy, you could've asked me for the money," Johnny cursed to himself, suiting up his parka and ski goggles in the alleyway outside the bank. He would've been happy to oblige, his parents always had more than enough money than he needed. Billy didn't need to go robbing a bank...
Then again there was a certain principle of the thing. Billy after all was a supervillain. He couldn't just borrow the money. And after all, this was just another way that he could be with Billy. Even if Billy didn't know it. Johnny sighed. Billy was his best and only friend in the world. If this is what he wanted... well, he had to get involved somehow. And being a superhero was pretty cool too, so long as he managed to avoid injury.
Plus, Dr. Horrible was awesomely cool. Not Johnny Snow cool, that was different.
"Doctor Horrible, I should've known!" Johnny cried out in his faux hero voice, as he ran inside. It was the one he'd heard on television since he was young. Hopefully it would cover up the fact that the parka was making him hot and out of breath.
"Time for you to... cool down..."
Lamest hero catch-phrase ever, he knew that. But Johnny was barely cut out to be a hero, let alone run around trying to pull off ice puns when his best friend could unknowingly shoot him with a scary looking gun at any minute. He prayed to god that wasn't the death ray...
And with that, Johnny iced the floor of the bank below him, praying that it would do something other than get himself killed.
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Jun 6, 2009 23:32:44 GMT -8
Billy sighed as he heard the voice ring out in the quite. Really, other than the muffled money-stuffing and the tentative whispers, it was very very quiet. He liked it that way, meant that nothing was going on, that he wouldn’t have a migraine afterwards, and hopefully no hero to pop his shoulder out of place…
Again…
But as the overly familiar voice hits his ears the villain can’t help but be a little grateful… at least it wasn’t Hammer. Snow he could deal with, Hammer on the other hand would be a bad thing. He was hectored enough by having to make rent.
“Snow? What are you doing here?! Would you just-” He didn’t get to finish, he could feel a chill sweeping through his boots and onto his feet. Crap. A glance down confirmed that the floor was covered in ice, as well as his boots and most of the people on the ground were starting to get a bit of frost.
“DUDE! Seriously, chill out!” Okay, bad word choice. “Why don’t you go sell some shaved-ice in the park or something…” Horrible wasn’t going to admit, but he was stuck. He was pretty much blow no show right now; with his boots stuck fast the best thing for him to do was take his shoes out of them. But then he’d be out of costume, and that was not up to standards! And come on, “cool down?” What he wouldn’t give to have the Wonderflonium for his freezeray… but beggars can’t be choosers, right? Ugh, he didn’t want to have to stun the guy, but really now, his toes were cold.
“I didn’t tell you to stop!” Perfect, ignore the problem… he glared at the bank teller, trying to look as mean as possible. Too much on his plate; Snow, money, keeping an eye on his time… he couldn’t miss Penny! Okay, so his head wasn’t in the game today, so he was a little distracted… Snow was not going to darken his day or get him thrown out of his apartment…
Where would he put all his lab stuff anyway?!
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Post by Johnny Snow on Jun 7, 2009 7:48:41 GMT -8
"Stopping you Horrible!" Johnny answered, his disguised voice not faltering. He'd practiced it enough to make sure Billy would never, ever, ever make the connection. Of course, without a mask or anything he'd already figured out Billy's identity, what with the blogs and the genius IQ and the exact same voice...
He'd never spoil it though. This was fun... he didn't even care that most of the time 'Dr. Horrible' ended up winning. It was all just to be around him... Johnny'd be sure to call him later offering a loan if he won...
"Maybe I have. You never did show up to the park to do battle, how would you know?" he asked accusingly. Seriously, it hurt whenever he was blown off. Johnny waited 3 hours... and was asked 10 times if he was selling ice cream... and then his allergies started bugging him...
Chill out! That was an awesome catch phrase. Why didn't he think of that?!
"But I told you to stop, Horrible. And now I'm going to have to make you..." Johnny said. God, he hoped that he wouldn't actually have to make Billy stop. That would be bad.
Johnny Snow took off running across the icy floor, using his boots like skates to try and knock Dr. Horrible over...
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Jun 9, 2009 13:08:44 GMT -8
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Horrible rolled his eyes. Oh god, the stupid park again. Seriously, why did it always have to be him in the park. Billy swore that one day he was going to make a Los Angles themed “Clue” game and it’ll always be Johnny Snow in the park with a popsicle stick. But seriously now, there were kids in that park! You’d think a hero would be more concerned about the people than some kind of grudge match.
Then again, Captain Hammer never thought about the people getting in the way when he battled Horrible. It was always Billy running around pushing people out of the way than it was him doing what he needed to do. But Snow was small time, not even in the Hero’s Book! Perhaps that was best, it’d really suck if Snow got into some establishment and he was still fighting for the term Villain. Because really, he was still small-time. Though you wouldn’t be able to tell by the fact that he didn’t have a job
Full time villainy, small time villain. If that wasn’t so degrading, he’d use it on his blog.
“You think I have time to show up to your little match?! Keep dreaming Snow. You’re not my nemesis and you never-” WHOOP! Snow was charging. Really had to keep tabs on the speeches. That one was small, unfinished, but still… he had to keep a lid on it if he didn’t want to get hit. Snow might be small time, but a hit was a hit.
Reacting on instinct Horrible twisted to duck out of the way. His feet were still stuck hard into the ice on the floor, keeping him pretty much in place and he tried to turn.
“Balls.” A quick glance showed Johnny to be closer than Billy would have liked. Lovely. Oh oh! Idea! Closing his eyes he leaned as far over as he dared, Billy threw his arms out to Snow. Catch him, use his force to break the ice, that’d be a good idea, right?
Un huh, so long as he doesn’t tear anything… like ligaments. Or twist his ankles. Or break his legs. Or throw his back out. This might not have been a good idea…
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Post by Johnny Snow on Jun 9, 2009 19:50:05 GMT -8
Johnny pushed one foot after the other, sliding across the ice. Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly like skating but it was pretty darn close. And then Billy opened his mouth again, spewing some more stuff that just cut straight into Johnny's self esteem again. it was times like this where he just wanted to rip off the glasses, grab Billy and start yelling at him. But he couldn't do that, that would just ruin everything.
Freezing any tears and hiding them behind his glasses was a trick he'd learned well.
Johnny sped up in anger in retaliation, only to collide straight into Billy's body, something that he really wasn't planning on. Yes, he accidentally hit him in the gut, but they both went flying and Jonny had managed to land in a rather awkward position his neck stretched at a painful angle.
"Argh," he groaned, sitting up and rubbing his sore neck, looking around to where Billy got to.
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Jun 15, 2009 13:14:18 GMT -8
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“OOF!”
Billy had felt the bulk of Snow’s parka and the body beneath it ram into him, taking him out rather effectively. Yep, didn’t quite think that one through at all. Really, he should have been trying to avoid Snow, not get hit by him. Eh, hind-sight is 20/20. But really, that move was just stupid. His head was just NOT in the game today! Seriously now, he should know better.
Thoroughly winded his legs gave way to the awkward angle he was leaning at, his head cracked against the floor/ice, and for a second his vision blackened before he blinked it away viciously. No no, stay in the game now! Sure, it was a six foot fall, but that never killed anyone… did it? Whatever, he had to get things done now. No, really, NOW!
Sucking in a lung full of air Billy tilted his head, patting his middle slightly as he tried to see how this happened. His feet were in the boots, the boots were still frozen to the floor. Lovely. He had bent at the knees, effectively doing something similar to the yoga “bridge” pose. Yay P.E. class! How he hated that class in high school. Flag football never ended up being only after flags. Growling faintly Billy tried to pull himself up…
Lovely. Just perfect! The ice was cold enough that his smock was sticking to it!
“SNOW! I don’t have time for this!” Ouch! Okay, how do you get vertigo on the ground?! No more yelling. For the moment anyway.
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Post by Johnny Snow on Jun 17, 2009 17:20:07 GMT -8
Johnny looked back, kind of regretting the fact he didn't have time to slow down. As dizzy as he was he could tell by the sheer positioning that Billy had it way worse off. His heart sank into his stomach. He didn't actually mean to hurt his friend. He just wanted to be involved and... perhaps he had taken the heroing thing too far. Then again, if he went soft Billy might think that something was up.
Still, he couldn't help but hold in the smile. Because aside from the whole pain thing, it was pretty funny. Johnny's smile turned sour again though as Billy started yelling. Again. It really did hurt now and again whenever it was implied that he wasn't wanted.
"Well, I certainly have the time to take you to jail," he said in his hero-voice, prying Billy out of the ice and beginning to bring him towards the door. Of course, his grip was purposefully not quite as study as it could be and he would let Billy escape if he tried. Still, he had to make some sort of effort to make it look like everything was 'normal'.
... It wouldn't be too obvious right? He'd be mortified if Billy ever put two and two together.
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Post by Dr. Horrible on Jul 24, 2009 10:20:02 GMT -8
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Billy crossed his arms and pouted as Snow pried him from the ice. He hated having to let the “hero” do this, but he knew that he wouldn’t get out any other way. Moist wouldn’t be much help… water and ice and all that. Pink Pummeler would just get in the way, and heaven forbid if Captain Hammer got here when he was like this… it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. None-the-less, Billy didn’t like it. Scowling as his boots were unattached from the floor, he started to be pulled along to the door.
Oh my god! He was really going to take Billy in, wasn’t he?! Freaking out just a bit the doctor pulled at his arm, trying to push the man away.
“UH-UH! No! What’s the point of having… trying to have, a nemesis if you put him in jail, huh?! Let go!”
Ow, his head. Closing his eyes for a moment William took a deep breath and tried to find purchase on the ground. Seriously, why did Snow’s power have to be ice?! Scratch that, don’t answer that one. Stupid genius…
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Post by Johnny Snow on Jul 31, 2009 17:16:47 GMT -8
"So, the great Dr. Horrible couldn't break out if I landed him in jail? This will be easier than I thought!" Johnny said in his faux-hero voice that was only semi-ripped off Captain Hammer. Sure, it wasn't perfect. It had better not be. If it was, the guy probably could and would slap a lawsuit on him saying that Johnny stole his likeness. He was already trying that crud with the Superman comics, even though Superman was made back in the forties... the legal battle was still going on last Johnny knew.
Billy struggled underneath his grip, and Johnny shut his eyes tight in frustration. Billy wasn't breaking free of his own accord. So Johnny 'accidentally' loosened his grip, letting Billy break free.
Johnny looked in mock surprise, easier to disguise with the tinted snow goggles. Now he had to find a way to let Billy get away...
The police siren sounded outside the bank's front doors. Crud. Crud crud crud crud crud. Billy was supposed to be gone by now, he'd drawn this out too long. He didn't actually want to land Billy in prison. Just to spend time with him. Was that so bad? He had to fix this.
"Come back here Horrible!" Johnny yelled, lunging and purposefully missing, the front doors covered in a wall of solid ice as his hands touched the glass. "Oops..." Johnny mumbled, lying in a 'daze' on the ground. He prayed there were no cops in the back.
After all, what was the point of doing this without a nemisis?
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