Natalie and the PumpSuitNatalie was so giddy her signature on the delivery man’s clipboard was nothing short of an indecipherable scribble. With one hand already around the heavily taped and fairly large cardboard box, and the other shakily handing back the pen, the man was gone and she was rummaging for the kitchen scissors before the front door had swung shut. The box was surprisingly heavy, she thought, as her forearm gently trembled under the weight.Natalie and the PumpSuit by ~Poddy90
She soon had it sliced open, but inside, the contents were sparing. There were three blue, yellow and white plastic tubs of varying size, some plastic wrapped garments that resembled lycra tops, and some text-filled sheets of stapled A4 titled ‘Congratulations!’ on top. Natalie scrunched her button nose and cocked an eyebrow. A ‘sponsorship deal’ had had a lot more grandeur in her imagination.
Speaking of which she thought, she grabbed her phone from the table, deftly selected the camera, raised an outstretched arm, straig
Official Biography for Young Jennifer (fmg)Official Biography for Young JenniferOfficial Biography for Young Jennifer (fmg) by =MagnusMagneto
As of November 28, 2013
I (MagnusMagneto) reserve the right to change these stats at any time.
Note: This Biography contains spoilers for the Big Things Come in Small Packages series
These are the statistics for Jennifer's size and strength at the end of Chapter 12. This is for anyone who was curious about Jennifer's "canon" stats before the epilogue.
Weight: 650 lbs
Superhuman Class 4 - Jennifer is capable of utilizing her workout machine while it is providing over 20 tons of resistance. Additionally, she possess more strength in one arm than her Aunt
s entire body - an individual who is capable of lifting over 10 tons. Jennifer's upper limit of lifting capability at the end of Chapter 12 is approximately around 50 tons.
Superhuman Class 3 - Jennifer's incredibly dense muscular and bone structure grants her near invulnerability from most physical trauma. Additionally, any injury
The Dark Metropolis - Chapter 1The Dark Metropolis - Chapter 1 by *SimonLMoore
The world outside the window was grey, not the sky beyond the roof line but the air itself, thick with a stationary pall of smog. It was unusual for the summer months but the weather had been cold and damp, things had been quiet, relatively speaking of course. Chance to catch up on the paper work; what an utter delight, traditionally and stereotypically the bane of a Policeman's life, surely nothing more for all but the most ardent bureaucrats. The sun was doing its best to burn through the sooty blanket covering the city, giving enough natural light to read and work on the files, laid out on the oak desk before Simon's strained gaze. It may have been a mercifully slow week as far as fresh cases were concerned but the plethora of ongoing investigations before him more than compensated. A few minutes more passed, punctuated by intermittent sips from a fine china cup, tea, foundation of Empire, more importantly lifeblood of the Metropolitan Police.
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