The Penultimate Superhero RP From the time the universe began and throughout history, there have been countless stories pertaining to the extraordinary. It is often said in these tales that in times of crisis, certain men and women (and sometimes, the unexplainable) are gifted with incredible talents and abilities. From there, they are destined to act for truth and justice, fighting until their last breath to protect the world from threats. However, not all of these individuals take the stand for good. Some choose to use their new abilities for personal gain or to cause misery and chaos. The battle between those who fight for good and those who fight for evil is never-ending: waging on for centuries, destroying worlds and ending civilizations. These stories exist throughout time and space, crossing over to every point in the universe: all existing at the same time. Multiple versions of the same stories and events coincide with the different parallel worlds, producing new champions as decisions and choices create new timelines, thus altering the world around them. Every time a new choice is made, or a new idea is presented, an entirely new world is created. Sometimes the champions of other worlds are those who threaten it, and sometimes they remain the heroes they were meant to be. This is the story of just one of these worlds. It is a new world, without any decisions or events triggering the birth of its champions. So now, true believer, do you have what it takes to become the hero (or villain) you were meant to be? Lets hope so, otherwise we wouldn't have anything to write about! ~ OoC Link ~ https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/the-penultimate-superhero-rp-ooc-and-sign-up-thread.50084/ The Daily Bugle, 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhatten, New York City. "PARKER!" "It's Robertson, Mr. Jameson. I'd really appreciate it if you remembered my name from now on.." "Oh yeah. Sorry kid. Name just has a certain ring to it, doncha think?" "I suppose. Mr. Jameson, I came looking for a job. A full-time job, I mean." "A job? Richards, ("Robertson.") this is just what you need. This is job experience at its best. You wanna be a photographer? Maybe one day kid, but not today. Besides, there's no jobs to be had here. We're all loaded up with employees." "No jobs? But you fired Eddie last week! C'mon Mr. Jameson, just give me a chance and I'll show you I can get some really good quality stuff!" "Its not a matter of "quality", Roland ("Robertson"). Its a matter of gut instinct. While Brock was a great photographer, he lacked what I like to call a certain "Shaboomity". Meaning that his work came from just the camera, not from himself. A photographer needs to have passion towards his images, otherwise they fall flat and they're boring as hell! Get what I'm saying, Riccards?" "... Yes sir. I understand.. But, maybe if you give me a shot? I mean, really, what do you have to lose? If I get you something good, then it might make front page and I'll get a job. If its bad, I stay on as a freelancer." "If I say yes, will you shut up about it?" "Yes sir, Mr. Jameson!" "... You've got a week. If you don't have something for me by next Friday, you can forget about the full-time job." "Thank you, Mr. Jameson. I won't let you down!" "Now get the hell out of my office." ~~~~ Nodding his head at the man, Dylan turned around and exited the room, giving a thankful wave back to JJ as he left. Closing the door behind him, Dylan approached the front desk where Ms. Mabel, the receptionist, was seated. "Hey Lana." Dylan greeted her with a smile as she smiled back. "Oh, hey Dyl. Here to collect from Mr. Jameson?"[/FONT] the older, but still very attractive woman asked. Dylan chuckled a little bit before shaking his head. "Nah, just trying to convince ol'JJ to give me a full-time job, then off to school. You know, average teen stuff." he explained as he walked away. Nodding at Dylan, Ms. Mabel gave him a small friendly wave as he walked into the elevator. The moment the elevator hit the main floor of the Flatiron Building, and he walked into the streets, Dylan gripped his skateboard and tossed it to the ground. Quickly pushing himself along the pavement, Dylan made his way down the crowded streets of Manhatten towards Midtown High. It took another half an hour for him to arrive, but thankfully Dylan had gone to the Bugle early. That way, it would allow him to go to school without missing any classes. Upon his arrival to the school building, the inevitable flood of teenagers soon followed. Letting out a deep breath as he pushed the board into the front doors, Dylan was greeted with the familiar sights and sounds of high school life. "ROBERTSON! Do you want to keep that skateboard?" One of the teachers called out as Dylan skated down the hallway. "Yeah." Dylan answered. "Then keep the wheels up, Robertson." Groaning a bit as he was once again told not to skate indoors, Dylan picked up the board and held it above his head as he continued to walk. "Like this?" Dylan called out before hearing the teacher respond again. "You've got it!" Once he reached his locker, Dylan was greeted with the ever pleasant sight of a young couple making out against the metal doors. Aw crap.. he thought as he tried to shove them away. Their frantic attempts to have prolonged mutual contact on his locker, frankly, was starting to piss him off. Finally managing to pry it open just a little, Dylan shoved his board inside and grabbed his history textbook, pulling back as the couple moved over and slammed it shut again. Rolling his eyes and snorting in derision, Dylan turned away from the couple and made his way towards Mr. Barne's History class in room 127. It looked like it was just going to be a regular old day, like nothing special at all would happen.. At least, not for today.