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Jette Storm

"Jette Storm. I know, real clever. You can blame my father; he was never the sharpest knife in the block."

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a character in “The Descendants”, as played by Arrow-

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"Jette Storm. I know, real clever. You can blame my father; he was never the sharpest knife in the block."

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N A M E
Jette Storm

N I C K N A M E S
Jet, J, Jay, Hothead

P H Y S I C A L 0 A G E
24

G E N D E R
Female

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual

S P E C I E S
1/2 Humn, 1/2 Skrull



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"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings when I called you stupid... I really thought you already knew."

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H E I G H T
5'7"

W E I G H T
120 lbs

H A I R 0 C O L O R
Ebony

E Y E 0 C O L O R
Blue

A P P E A R A N C E
Like most born of super humans, she also has super human good looks. Jette is the kind of girl who understands what an impact appearances can make, though she doesn't much care for them herself. All of Jette's clothing is custom made due to the fact that they all need to be quite fire proof. This can be expensive, so she has about five to six outfits that she mixes constantly. She has a rule that whatever she wears will always consist of some kind of pant, because whoever says girls can fight in dresses and skirts are just idiotic.


M A R K I N G S
Jette has various cuts and bruises littering her body on a daily bases. She also has a tattoo around her wrist making a bracelet of chains; symbolizing just how stuck she is in her life as a 'hero'.





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"Flame on? More like fuck off."

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Independent âœĢ Stubborn âœĢ Sarcastic âœĢ Hotheaded

Having grown up raising herself, Jette is a naturally independent woman and can "take care of her own damn self". She doesn't like depending on others, and in situations where she is in absolute need of assistance, she is still too stubborn to accept it. It's this stubborn trait that kept Jette alive for all the years on her own, as it gave her an air of never backing down or giving in.
Living alone also gave the girl time to expand her temper. Though it isn't particularly easy to make Jette angry, if you get under her skin expect an explosion. Mixed with her arsenal of sassy comebacks and sarcasm, she is a super nova. Of course, her sarcasm also aides in her sense of humour. Her pride and ego aren't too swollen so she can laugh off a few jabs and joking insults at herself from those she cares about.



L I K E S
    Flight - "What can I say? No better view of the sky then from the sky itself."
    Reading - "Nothing like a little word porn to get the mind going."
    Tinkering - "Look at some chemicals here, work on some new tech there. All in a days work."
    Banter - "Though insulting people is quite amusing, someone who can insult me back twice as much is even more so."
    Sarcasm -
    "I love sarcasm. It's like punching people in the face, but with words."
D I S L I K E S
    People Who Whine - "Get the stick out of your ass yourself and shut up."
    Playboys - "I've seen too much of my father whoring around to enjoy watching others spread themselves thin."
    Tattletales - "Seriously? Are we five? Go play with your damn Barbies then."
    People Hurting Those She Cares For - "You see, my friend is like my property; you touch it and I end you."
H O B B I E S
    Chess - "What about it? I used to play at an old library."
    Redecorating - "My living room is like a phoenix; it burns up fast and something cuter rises from the ashes."
    Sleeping - "I don't care how many times you say its an excuse; the more I sleep, the more energy I have. The more energy I have, the longer I can stay in plasma form."
    Training - "If my fire runs out, I'm a lot more useful if I can throw a punch."
H A B I T S
    Playing With Fire - "Are you kidding? Why would I stop? In one snap I can become my own personal lighter."
    Defensive - "I will admit, I am quick to snap. At least I just use my superior sass and don't go all inferno on you."
F E A R S
    Becoming Dependant - "The day I let someone I don't know take care of me is the day I'll take a bullet."
    Confronting Her Father - "If I never see his face again, its still too soon."
    Sickness - "What a dumb way to die when you constantly face people trying to kill you and then your body goes and does it for them?"




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P O W E R S
âœĢ Pyrokenesis - The mental ability to control ambient heat energy and the physical ability to transform her entire body, or portions of her body into a fiery, plasma-like state of will.
âœĢ Plasma Form - The physical ability to envelop her entire body or portions of her body with fiery plasma without harm to herself. When higher levels of heat are reached, her body no longer remains solid, going into a gasous state; if anything solid were to come at her and wasn't melted already, it would go straight through her.
âœĢ Nova Flame - She can release all of her body's stored energy in one intense, omni-directional "nova-burst," which can reach about 1,000,000 F, and which is similar to the heat-pulse of a nuclear warhead detonation, with an area of total devastation of about 900 feet in diameter and the power of a super nova.
âœĢ Flight - Her plasma has a high hydrogen content, and is surrounded by an exuded cloud of mono-atmoic hydrogen atoms. The hot cloud provides sufficient positive buoyancy for her to float. With mental stimulation of her flame, she can provide enough lift to carry around 180 pounds and move at approximately 140 miles per hour.
âœĢ Thermokenesis - The ability to mentally control the ambient heat energy within her immediate environment, even when she herself is not aflame.
âœĢ Shape-Shifting - She can mentally cause the unstable molecules that comprise her body to become pliant, enabling her to assume other forms through muscular expansion and contraction. Since she is only half Skrull though, the shifting is much harder and can cause physical pain if used too long.

A B I L I T I E S
âœĢ Immunity to Fire & Heat - Jette is unaffected by heat and flames, including her own and cannot be burned or scarred by flames.
[color=#381A38âœĢ Expert Scientist[/color] - She is well versed in many forms of science but finds her niche in thermodynamics, aerodynamics, chemistry and engineering.

W E A K N E S S E S
âœĢ Energy Depletion - At an average rate of expenditure of energy, Jette can maintain her plasma state for about 20 hours before she is forced to revert to her solid state.
âœĢ Physical Condition - Jette's physical condition (health, injury or exhaustion) also limits her flame's duration.
âœĢ Water - If hit with small amounts of water, up to about five gallons, she can turn it to steam with relatively little effort. More water than that could extinguish her flame at its normal level.
âœĢ Humanity - Despite the powers and alien blood, she is still mortal, and a wrongly placed stab or bullet wound could end Jette's life.



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Many people know of Johnathan Storm's knack for being a playboy, but no one can count just how many women he has actually been with. So of course there is the matter of wondering; who is Jette's mother? A dinky waitress from a bar, a high class escort, one of his many flings? Well, that would be too easy. Try Alien Mutant who disguising herself as a past lover, then things get a bit more complicated. Lyja was sent from the Skrull Empire to help destroy the Fantasic Four, shape shifting as Johnny's very own love interest; Alicia Masters. The two were surprisingly drawn to each other, though Johnny didn't know of the ploy, but Lyja slowly fell for the man. The love she felt for him was not reciprocated when Johnny found out who the woman truly was, and the two split. Johnny went on a tirade of hatred while Lyja stood up and helped defend the man she loved from her very own people.

It wasn't long before Lyja came back to Johnny though, claiming of carrying his child inside of her. It could have been another lie, but this time Lyja spoke the truth. Johnny, following his moral compas, kept Lyja around until Jette was born. To Johnny's relief the child came out looking as much of a human as he did, none of the green skin that the child's mother had. From there, things got more complicated.

Jette grew up in a family thats only reason they were together was herself. Johnny hated Lyja for what she did and Lyja couldn't stand the hatred from her love. It was only a matter of time before Lyja fled back to her home Empire to plea for forgiveness, leaving Jette motherless and with a father who would sooner gut himself then start acting like a parent. Luckily for Jette, she inherited her fathers powers and her mothers transfiguration; and even more lucky was that she inherited their brains. Though she wasn't the smartest person in the world, Jette could hold her own against any super nerd. In her spare time as a child (which she had a lot of) Jette took up studying science and was soon considered a prodigy in subjects like chemistry, mechanics and aerodynamics at the ripe age of 10. Of course Jette didn't look to her father for support, and she knew he took no pride in her.

When Jette turned thirteen she considered herself old enough to move out. She had been taking care of herself all those years without help and could feed and protect herself; so she took a sum of her fathers vast wealth and left home. Her aunt, Sue Storm tried to reason with the girl, but every time the Invisible Woman found her niece, Jette would disappear. She had a knack for getting away.

For the rest of her teenage years, Jette lived on the streets, gaining knowledge of the underworld of villains and the seemingly perfect world of heroes. She herself didn't know where she stood in these worlds. Was she supposed to be a hero like her father supposedly was and join the "good side" or was she on the "bad side" like her mother was from? Searching for the answer lead her to none other than the school for villain/hero descendants, and though she didn't even want to use her fathers blood as an excuse for anything, she used it to gain herself access to the school, hoping it would help her find the answers she was looking for.


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"I don't hate you, I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence."

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In Jette's words...
"What you see before you now will only last so long. It's a shame really, that all furniture doesn't come with a fire-proof option... Of course, this gives a girl an excuse for redecorating, you know? 'Whoops, set my couch on fire, may as well burn everything and start over!' Of course, I try to keep everything as classy as possible, and the darker the better... Easier on the eyes I think. Alas, windows are a must, ones that open easily. How else am I supposed to get to my room? Walk like a pleb, I think not; flying is just easier. You should try it sometime."


H E X C O D E : #381A38 [color=#381A38C R E A T O R : [/color] Arrow- F A C E C L A I M : Megan Fox

So begins...

Jette Storm's Story

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Jette walked through the dark, damp, bitter and damn cold streets of New York, New York. The dingy alleys and atrocious back ways of the city had been her home for the past eleven years, and this walk was her last goodbye to the place she held such terrible memories of. She would be moving on to 'bigger, better things', or thats what she had told herself anyways.

Descendants Academy. The name itself was pretentious. It was just a place for all the kids of all the great heroes and villains to hang out and 'learn'. Of course Jette knew that the learning part came second to the socializing and partying part, because why would they need an actual education if they were already famous, wealthy and had parents to take care of them with their legacies? Of course, not everyone was like that, but the stereotype proved to be true more times than not. Jette herself liked to consider herself an exception. She never did take advantage of her Father's legacy other than a few handfuls of cash to get her on her own two feet when she was thirteen. Since then she had been living under the radar, trying to survive on her own while secretly training herself and her powers for the future.

The Future. Another daunting thought on Jette's mind, and the majority of the reason she had decided to move on from New York and head to this academy. In her time on the streets she had witnessed and experience both the good and the bad of heroes and villains. She had saved people from their untimely death, but she had also been a part of a grande robbery. She was on the fence of good and evil and didn't know where she belonged; because when you had super powers there never seemed to be an in-between. She was hoping that the school would be able to help her, so she had done what she hated the most; used her fathers blood as an excuse. It gained her access to admittance to the school. It had been the only way.

Jette was snapped out of her thoughts when she reached her last destination. New York, New York, Woman's Shelter read the battered sign on the front of the building in tiny letters, almost as if the sign didn't want to exist as much as the people inside wanted to. Jette climbed the familiar crumbling steps up and continued inside. It smelt like feet and old soup. In the lobby stood a desk with an old lady perched behind it, thumbing through a month old magazine.

Jette walked up and crossed her arms. "Don't you have anything better to do then read about kids falling into gorilla cages?" She asked. The lady, Meredith, looked up and pushed her thick bifocals up the bridge of her nose. "Oh, Jette dear. Back again are you?" Jette sighed and shook her head, "Not this time. I actually came to say goodbye... And, to give you this." She reached into her backpack and pulled out a thick envelope. She slapped it down on the table. Meredith reached out and took it and peered inside. Jette swore all the blood drained from her face. "This.. This is.." Jette shook her head, "Look, I'm not going to need it where I'm going and even though I sure as hell hated this place, its important that it stays open. So there... Take that and let me leave without any of your crying." She turned and started walking away. Meredith stood up, "Jette we can't take this!" Jette yawned and shrugged. "Think of it as a charitable donation... Straight from my fathers pockets." She adjusted her backpack and opened the door. "Its been a slice Mer, but I gotta go. Peace."

Meredith scuttled from her desk and to the front where she looked out the window. Her jaw dropped as she watched the girl combust into flames right there in the parking lot and propel herself into the sky like a comet. She slowly hobbled back to her desk where she took a seat in disbelief. Not only at the flaming girl, but also at the hundred and fifty thousand dollars sitting on her desk in an envelope.




By the time Jette was flying over Bridgeport the sun had rose and early afternoon was setting in. "Good Morning world, your ray of sarcastic sunshine is about to rein down on some oblivious teens today."

Jette could tell where she was heading as soon as she spotted the area. Secluded, lots of room for activities and killing people; the perfect spot for a superhero and villain school. She made a grande entrance, though no one was really around to see it, and landed with her fist in the ground and on her knees, fire crashing around her and scorching the grass. "How's that for an entrance?" She muttered to herself and looked down. Her black pants and deep red long sleeve shirt had survived the trip, but her shoes and jacket had been reduced to ashes. Luckily her outfit and backpack were fireproof, but no one could ever seem to make cute shoes un-burnable.

"First matter of business, find some shoes."

Jette walked in through the front of the building and ignored the greeting by the robotic voice and looked around curiously. So this was it, huh? The famed school for the super powered elite. In the midst of her exploring, and pursuit to find shoes, she recognized something even better; he was leaning over some fallen books looking classy as ever with perfect hair and intoxicating smell. "You're not the first person to come to this academy that needs meds" He said to some girl then stood up. "And you won't be the last either." Jette recognized Joker Junior beside the man and she wasn't surprised; the two had been cohorts for a very long time.

Jette slid up behind the man silently, her bare feet making her quieter. "Enzo, darling." She cooed in a terribly fake accent, gaining the mans attention. She broke out into a sly grin. "Long time no see N. Glad to know this place isn't filled with prissy stereotypes." Enzo Nigma was a longstanding acquaintance (dare she say good friend?) since she had met him in a foster home when they were young. Jette believed they had bonded in a shared interest of intellect, though she knew he could never match his level (she prided herself in being able to keep up with his wit though). She knew quite a bit about the boy, of course, as much as he wanted her to know... And he knew all she had to offer about her parental situation and her habit of running away. She hadn't realized she had missed him until he was standing right in front of her again.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Julia Constantine Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Freddie Castle Character Portrait: Anansi Morales aka Kid Arachnid Character Portrait: Daria Maximoff Character Portrait: Jette Storm

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Alex couldn't help but let out a soft enough chuckle that sounded more like a scoff over Julia's comment towards Nathaniel. "He might still have a chance with those pillow lips of his." She teased him over their shared kiss last night with a wink only to give him a light punch on the arm. "Though I prefer a different set of equipment anyways." She laughed again hoping he took her jokes the way they were since the two were only lab partners to begin with.

She finally turned herself back around to look at Theo. "Of course I still need your opinion. Tall, dark, and broody over here doesn't talk since he's too busy perfecting his muscles for everyone to drool over." Alex got up from her seat just as Julia asked them if they were all ready. Alex hit her hand on the table as she got up making a slightly louder sound than intended thanks to her alien strength. "Let's go fuckers. This is the only chance you will ever get to see me in a dress." She grabbed Nathaniel by the arm dragging him out with more ease than most. "I'm driving."



Enzo certainly didn't seemed pleased over Junior's new attention over the young girl before them. Of course Junior could always try to make it up to his 'boyfriend' later if he so desired. Junior would only be interested in the girl if she proved useful to him to begin with. He couldn't help but laugh for a bit as she fumbled around in front of him with her beeping watch. "I'm Sorry, So Sorry." She'd taken out a glass bottle that had been filled with pills before downing some. Junior hadn't really been intrigued until he saw the contents of her bag move without being touched for a moment. This caused Junior to lean forward a bit as he watched her.

"I have to--they help me with my--" Junior was standing by now and taking steps towards her with a smirk that could only spell trouble with the thoughts he just had. "You're not the first person to come to this academy that needs meds" Enzo had spoken up and also stood by now. "And you won't be the last either." Enzo had then been distracted by Jette Storm while Junior had taken the liberty of kneeling before the girl that had been spying on him.

He picked up one of her notebooks and handed it over. "There's no need to apologize, darling. Never be sorry." He advised her with a grin. "While you're not the first who needs medication... What's the point?" He laughed. "I never take mine and look how great I turned out." He helped her with her other things before taking her hand and kissing the back of it to introduce himself. "They call me Junior by the way."



Freddie scoffed once again at Frankie's jab over his appearance. He easily could have come up with a smart ass response towards her though he decided to save his whit for later. By then Frankie was already coming up with another comment for him just when Anansi arrived at his door. "You be nice. Believe it or not I have more friends than you shining aura." Of course Freddie decided to play his typical asshole self once he saw Anansi. He folded his arms over his chest though his hardened expression hadn't changed. "I've been told I have a very approachable aura."

"She needs to get a dress too plus it helps to have a girls opinion dress shopping... Because asking you how I look in every dress probably will only help so much." Freddie shrugged as he was the last one to step out into the hallway. At least you know I mean it when I say you look hot." Frankie had pulled keys out by now which made Freddie arch an eyebrow. "I'm not sure I can trust you operating a motorized vehicle." He went to snatch the keys from her. "I'm driving."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Freddie Castle Character Portrait: Anansi Morales aka Kid Arachnid Character Portrait: Daria Maximoff Character Portrait: Jette Storm

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Daria watched as both men rose and then bent to help her with her things. The Green one spoke in reply to her statement. "You're not the first person to come to this academy that needs meds" He said, standing. "And you won't be the last either." He said before a woman that made Daria feel ashamed of a her tiny frame walked up. She called the Green one, 'Enzo'. All the while, the Mad One knelled before her and her heart formed a lump in her throat. He grabbed one of her notebooks, one she completely missed, and handed it to her. She took it tentatively and shoved it into her back. "There's no need to apologize, darling. Never be sorry." He told her with another one of his mad grins. Her heart beat against her chest at the sight of it. Never be sorry. He told her. That was something she found herself saying all too often. She was so tired of being the apologetic one. "While you're not the first who needs medication... What's the point?" He said and laughed, causing her to smile, however tight. "I never take mine and look how great I turned out." He said, and searched the ground for anything else she may have missed, once they cleared everything from the floor, he reached for her hands and she shivered at the touch. She didn't typically like being touched, she saw too much, felt to o much, and she did from him but everything was so jumbled and scattered. Nothing was clear from his mind and that she appreciated. There was finally a person whose mind was nearly unreadable. He then rose her hand to his lips and placed a small kiss to her knuckles. Daria couldn't breathe. "They call me Junior by the way."He said and it took a moment for her to register what she was supposed to say next. Allowing herself to breathe, even as her alabaster cheeks grew hot, she managed to remember her manners.

"I am...I am...Daria....Daria Maximoff." She said, and realized what he said. "Can you break everything too...?" She asked before looking around, not at anything in particular, but through it. " That's why I have to take mine, I break things...mostly people...and and reality....I don't mean to but...without them...I-I...things happen." She said and shook her head, ominously. "Bad things."




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Interacting With: Frankie Parker, Freddie Castle,



"Hey." Frankie said after opening the door. Anansi smiled but it faded when she saw she was looking at Freddie. "You be nice. Believe it or not I have more friends than you shining aura." She warned him, nodding toward her and Anansi could only imagine what this conversation was about. Freddie just folded his arms defiantly, his usual hard expression. "I've been told I have a very approachable aura." Was he rebuttal. She needs to get a dress too plus it helps to have a girls opinion dress shopping... Because asking you how I look in every dress probably will only help so much." Frankie added and Anansi pursed her lips, not really appreciating the conversation being had about her but without her. Frankie grabbed her keys. "Ready?" She asked and Anansi nodded. "Yep" the first word she had this whole time. At least you know I mean it when I say you look hot." Freddie added and Anansi screwed up her face." What?" She asked, feigning offense, though she didn't know what he meant by that, or what he was implying. "I'm not sure I can trust you operating a motorized vehicle." He then snatched the keys from her hands. Anansi groaned. "I'm driving. The sexual tension between these two was mounting, and she just knew a good percentage of the time today, she'd feel like the third wheel. She cursed Junior for making her miss the party.

"Oh my god, I'm seriously right here." Anansi waved dramatically. "Did I camouflage myself or something?" She said with a shrug of her hands. She had to honestly check to make sure, she hadn't. Wouldn't be the first time. She walked around to Frankie, hooking her good arm around hers and walking with her. "Frankie, You've got to tell me what the hell happen at that party last night, because oh my god, the sexual tension between you two is palpable." She said, Anansi was never shy about anything, especially her thoughts.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Christian Kasady Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Freddie Castle Character Portrait: Anansi Morales aka Kid Arachnid Character Portrait: Daria Maximoff Character Portrait: Jette Storm

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Enzo Nigma
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Wren smiled slightly when Christian took the glass and drank from it. Even if he did spill a bit. She stood up disappearing into his bathroom for a moment to return with a towel. She resumed her spot, kneeling on the ground before him while holding out the towel towards him.

"T-Thank you."

"Of course." She shifted where she was kneeling preparing to stand up until he spoke up again.

"W-Wren!" She looked up towards him. "W-Will you go to the dance with me? I-I want someone to go with, and you're the only one I-I can think to ask."

Wren couldn't help but smile a bit. "I don't know if I should be flattered or somewhat worried that I'm the only person you can think of." She teased. Her hand lightly patted his knee before she stood up. "Of course I'll go... As long as you promise to save me a dance."

With that she moved back towards his closet to continue what she was doing before. This time fingering through she seemed to skip certain pieces faster. "It does make it a bit easier when I know what you're going to have to match." She chuckled softly glancing over her shoulder towards him briefly before continuing.

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Enzo was focused on the odd new comer until he heard a voice purr behind him, "Enzo, darling."

He slowly turned around, slipping his hands into the pockets of his flannel pajama pants. "Long time no see N. Glad to know this place isn't filled with prissy stereotypes."

For a moment Enzo glanced over towards Junior from the corner of his eye in time to see him kiss the girl's hand. He tensed slightly, clenching his jaw and swallowing hard. But quickly he pushed back what thoughts he had to smirk towards Jette. "More like filled with superiority complexes and some self proclaimed heroes."

With that her turned towards the exit of the cafeteria, nodding his head for her to follow after him. He slipped his left hand from his pocket to tussle his messy bed head before scratching his bare abdomen. "I don't know if I am surprised to see you here... Or not. Daddy fire starter's choice or yours?"

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Freddie crossed his arms over his chest, "I've been told I have a very approachable aura."

Frankie snorted, "Oh yeah sure." She rolled her eyes.

"At least you know I mean it when I say you look hot." She laughed at his somewhat decent comment before caring on to more snide comments. "I'm not sure I can trust you operating a motorized vehicle... I'm driving."

He tried to snatch her keys from her but she was too fast and pulled away. "The hell you are. Human reflexes... Spider reflexes." She weighed the options in the air. "Hate to break it to ya but I'm faster." She grinned.

"Oh my god, I'm seriously right here." Anansi said dramatically, "Did I camouflage myself or something?" Frankie laughed as Anasi took her arm as they started walking towards the elevators. "Frankie, You've got to tell me what the hell happen at that party last night, because oh my god, the sexual tension between you two is palpable."

Frankie nearly doubled over in laughter, glancing over her shoulder towards Freddie. "You hear that? Our sexual tension is palpable. Guess we should just face the music and live happily ever after." She looked back towards Anansi, "I guess I must have forgotten to tell you that we've been friends for like... Well too long."

When they reached the elevator, she pressed the button. She stood there quietly until it arrived, entering it and pressing the button for the garage level. Once the doors had closed she sighed and decided to vaguely discuss the second part of her comment. "Freddie just needs to have a date for the dance per Mr. Stark's request or something. I wanted to go with someone else... I asked him but." She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "So this guy here," She slaps her free hand against Freddie's chest, "Gets to put up with me. Dance with me too. But I have to actually make him look like a normal person for a night."


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Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Daria Maximoff Character Portrait: Jette Storm

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Jette watched the mans discomfort at his friends flirting and tried to hide a smirk. She followed after him when he motioned for her to follow. "Have a lovely day ladies!" She called to the shy girl and Junior before striding along with Enzo. "More like filled with superiority complexes and some self proclaimed heroes." Jette snorted. That was also very true. Children here thought they were the shit. Just because you have powers or super human abilities or even the fact that your parents were rich and powerful and heroes... Did not equate to you being one as well. Hell, she didn't even consider her father a hero even though so many people praised him and the Fantastic Four.

"I don't know if I am surprised to see you here... Or not. Daddy fire starter's choice or yours?"

Jette sighed; she knew that was coming. Enzo was smart and knew her issues with her father so of course he would ask. "It shouldn't surprise you to hear that it was my choice. My father wouldn't give two shits about me even if I was in the hands of his worse enemies. He doesn't even know I left New York. I'm sure my Aunt Sue will have a fit when she hears I left without a goodbye, but that won't make him care any more." She sighed and followed along in the hallway, her bare feet sliding along the cool surface of the tile flooring. "He's too obsessed with the bottle and sluts to care. Look at me! I'm one of those girls with the daddy issues. Must mean I would be easy to take advantage of." She wiggled her brows at him in jest. Her face was calm and composed and even cheery; a look she had practiced for when she brought up her bastard sperm donor. Jette wasn't sure, but she felt like Enzo would easily be able to see through the facade. He was a genius after all... A genius that knew her better than anyone else at the school.