Metro City (CV22 Location)

Table of Contents

1. Metro City

2. Major Employers of Metro City

3. City Boroughs

4-A. Bakerline

4-B. Hob’s Bay AKA “Suicide Slum”

4-C. Little Bohemia

4-D. New Troy

4-E. Park Ridge

4-F. Queensland Park

4-G. St. Martin's Island & Stryker's Island Prison

5. Miscellaneous

6. Rules

1. Metro City

Aliases: The City of Tomorrow, The Big Apricot, The Monarch City.

Location: Delaware

Dimensions: 250 squire miles.

Population: Roughly 7 Million.

Universe: CV22

Medium Income per Household: $41,634.20

Unemployment Rate: 4.2%

Percentage living in poverty: 8%

Average Yearly Temperature: 54° - 70°F

Summer Highs: Upper 80s to low 90s

Winter Lows: 10s to 20s

Average Winter Wind Chill: 30

Average Monthly Rain Fall: 3.13 inches

Average Yearly Snowfall: 6 inches

Public Schools: 90 (including elementary, middle and high schools)

Private Schools: 75 (including elementary, middle and high schools)

School year begins September 1st and lasts until the end of May.

Colleges and Universities: 23.

2. Major Employers of Metro City

SharrCorp: 12,324 emplyees

MaxCo Worldwide Media (including MaxCo studio staff and all holdings): 8,136 employees.

The Daily Observer (editorial and production): 670 employees

Industrial Technology: Led by SharrCorp, technological and sciences research greatly advance Metro City's economy.

Manufacturing: As a result of Metro City’s considerable technological industry, serious demands are made for large machinery and delicate components. Because of this, several robotics and heavy machinery manufacturers have major plants, as well as their headquarters, in Metro City.

Services: With a large population and great volumes of tourism traffic (44 million visitors annually), substantial numbers of Metropolitans are employed in service sectors, from retail to public service. Service positions are always available, keeping the city's unemployment rate much lower than nationwide averages for a city it’s size.

Crime: Roughly 1 in 125,000 people will encounter a person-on-person criminal act in Metro City. For the eighth year in a row, Metro City’s crime statistics have continued to drop, thanks to the efforts of the police department, Metro City Meta-Human Crimes Unit, Community Watch programs, a booming economy and the heroes that protect the city.

3. CITY BOROUGHS

4-A. Bakerline

A borough where the middle class live.

Places of Interest...

• Bakerline Naval Yard
• MCPD 5th Precinct

4-B. Hob’s Bay AKA “Suicide Slum”

The WORST place to live in Metro City, it gained it's notorious name on account of the high suicide rate this area of the city has.

Points of Interest...

• Hobsneck Bridge
• Steelworks
• Ace-O-Clubs

4-C. Little Bohemia

Locations of Interest...

Metro City International Airport

4-D. New Troy

Places of Interest...

• Avenue of Tomorrow
• Glenmorgan Square
• Sharr Tower
• Daily Observer
• MaxCo Worldwide Media
• WSHARR-TV & SharrCom
• Union Station
• Centennial Park, Metro City Park & Fort Hob’s Park
• Six Springs Fountain
• Hedge Garden
• Lock Elen
• Mortimer Bridge
• MCPD 7th Precinct
• Ellsworth Memorial Hospital
• Cain Street Mall
• Metro City University

4-E. Park Ridge

• MCPD 6th Precinct

4-F. Queensland Park

Places of Interest...

• Metro City General Hospital
• MCPD 3rd Precinct
• Queensland Boardwalk & Beach
• Queensland and Clinton Bridges

4-G. St. Martin's Island

Home of the rich and wealthy, the upper class of the city.

Other Locations of Interest in, or near, Metro City...

• Metro City Chinatown
• Metro City Hall
• Metro City Banks
• Metro City Museum of Art
• Metro Courthouse
• Metro City Urgent Care Hospital
• Central Auxilary Operations Dam,Hydro Planet & Water Treatment Facility

Stryker's Island Penitentiary

5. Miscellaneous

Waterways:

-Hobb's River

-Metro Bay

-West River

Museums:

-Jules Verne Extra-Terrestrial Museum

-Hawke Industries Science Explorarium (In the CVU, this is the SharrCorp Science Explorarium)

Other Locations:

-A number of orphanages

Metro City Baseball Teams:

-Metro Blue Stockings

-Metro Meteors (National League)

-Metro City Metros

-Metro Mets

-Metro Monarchs

-Metro Twins

Metro City Football Teams:

-Metro Spartans

-Metro Meteors (National Conference)

-Metro City Metros

-Metro Sharks

-Metro Tigers

-Metro University Bulldogs

Metro City Hockey:

-Metro Mammoths

6. Metro City Rules

Rule 1: No destroying Metro City, please. I’ll allow small scale destruction, but anything larger than a building being destroyed requires my permission. Please direct all PM’s to ParagonxXx. If I do not respond in a day or so, then the answer is no.

Rule 2: Please don’t destroy, or do hostile takeovers, of any of the main businesses or corporations without my permission. If it’s a player owned business, then please ask them if it’s okay with them. And if you want to steal something, please don’t walk through all of the defenses, police force, etc, as if they are nothing.

Rule 3: This is for the villains out there. For story reasons, please no conquering Metro City and being it’s ruler without permission from me first. Same goes for any of the borough’s, including Suicide Slum.

Rule 4: No auto hitting, no Godmoding, no teleporting, no moving Metro City, etc, without my permission.

Rule 5: Have fun!

Rule 6: Please obey the normal forum rules.

Anyone may come and play here, set up their own business, be a hero, be a villain, etc. Metro City is open to all.

Found my home!

Great work and incredible detail.

@deathwarrant: Thanks! ^_^

awesome

@phantomshell: Thanks. :)

Hob’s Bay AKA “Suicide Slum”

From the dark of night, he perched on a roof top, looking down through a sky light at a den of inequity. Below him was a small gang of twenty to thirty men, who took it upon themselves to rule their turf through violence and intimidation. They were a small time gang, one that David wouldn’t waste his time with, but the rumors of their assaults against the elderly gained his attention. By looking down at their hide-out, he recognized it as an old pool hall, now filled with a fully stocked bar and weapon’s locker along the far wall. At the time the majority of them were unarmed, except for the two of them guarding the door, which gave David an advantage, though only temporary. Statistically his first assault should be to destroy the weapons, but on this rarest of occasions, he felt like giving the scum a chance.

With a smoke grenade in hand, he used his teeth to pull the pin, then casually released his grip allowing the grenade to fall through the sky light and right down towards the middle of the gang, while they were busy getting high. Immediately, a thick fog of smoke enveloped the room, spreading out to all corners, as the gang members coughed while panicking. At that exact moment, while the gang members were running around blind and gagging, David drop from the roof down atop a pool table and immediately drew his gun. With a spinning motion he twirled atop the green top while shooting randomly into the fog, firing one blast of energy after the next. With each blast came a following scream until the smoke finally settled and the gang could see who was shooting at them.

Like a well oiled machine the gang members began to spread out, as the guards by the door began tossing assault rifles and sawed off shot-guns to the others while taking a prone position from which to fire. Immediately, David responded, by flicking the switch on his gun to “grenade launcher” and with every pull of the trigger a small compact charge was launched, causing just enough of an explosion that fire spread as body parts flew from across the room just as blood curdling screams died out. At this same time David expertly rolled off the pool table just in time to kick loose a man’s jaw, while pulling the table down with him to use as a barrier from half the room. As for those he was still exposed to, he immediately charged towards them while drawing his baton in his left hand. With bullets flying all around him from all sides, David utilized the ‘tracking’ feature in his helmet as an added advantage to target upon the gang members and take them down one by one.

Occasionally a rare bullet would hit him, especially when out numbered and surrounded, but thanks to his technology, a thin electric shield surrounded him, causing every round to pop and crackle upon contact, then fall to the ground ineffective. In retaliation, after holstering his own gun, David began swinging left and rights, breaking bone while splattering blood across his fists. It was then one of the gang, got a clear shot to take him down as the smoke was slowly dispersing, and he had a shot gun aimed at the back of David’s head. But as David kept a mental note of were each member in his parameter was standing, he was already to disarm the threat before it started. With a simple back thrust of his left elbow, he slammed the padding around it straight into the barrel of the shot gun, forcing the butt to go clean through the man’s face and out the back of his head.

Despite the fact the gang was armed they were slowly running out of bullets, and by now their hide-out was riddled with bullet holes. Half of them were already running for their pathetic lives. But to make sure they would never commit a crime under his watch again David drew his gun and with his thumb switched the dial to ‘flame thrower.' Immediately, a suppressing onslaught of fire enveloped the room, burning everything from the furniture to weapons, to the remaining gang members to dumb to leave when they could. Just as the screams of agony were reaching there highest pitch, David looked back up to the hole in the roof where he came from and with the aide of the jet thrusters on his boots, he shot up and out back to the roof top where he easily jumped from it to the nearest roof top near by and calmly waited in the shadows until the fire department arrived, to ensure that there were no more casualties other than the ones he choose to pass Judgment upon!

@deathwarrant: very good. different vibe you usually do

@deathwarrant:

She watched from afar as a massacre was in place inside the pool hall. Whoever this group is that's taking these men out beat her to the punch. The Dark Woman was on her way to take them out herself because they borrowed some product and were late paying. Hannah's a dealer that secretly sells pills while also doing vigilante work to eliminate the competition.

Hannah didn't want to steal their thunder and instead waited for them to finish so she could confront them after, though to her surprise one man came out of the burning building. Regardless her plans didn't change so she quietly pursued him and met him on the rooftop, stepping out of the dark in a black skin-tight suit to ask him a couple of questions. "That's all you, huh?" she asked looking down at the damaged building, admiring his work. "Quite the scene you left there. If you don't mind, may I ask why? Is this your way of getting justice or something?"

@x-rey:

At the moment David heard a woman’s voice, he spun around to face her, with his gun already firmly placed in hand. He had to admit her skill in stealth was impressive, as he never heard her coming, but that didn’t mean he was going to lower his gun. Taking only a second or two to studying her stance and gear, it was clear she meant no threat, as her body position, though confident, was in no way a threatening manner. Slowly David holstered his gun, just after she remarked "That's all you, huh?" to which he could only reply, “They deserved no less” as he carefully avoided eye contact and instead spoke out the side of his mouth.

Already David was casually running the strangers profile through the computer upon his wrist, all the while trying to hide this fact from her. Confident in the knowledge she was most likely doing the same thing to him. Still, he had no problem engaging her in conversation, especially after she inquired, "Quite the scene you left there. If you don't mind, may I ask why? Is this your way of getting justice or something?" Still keeping his face hard and ridged to hide his identity under his helmet, in a stern voice he answered back, “It was a means to an end. They were found guilty and I dispensed Justice.” He then cleverly added a whimsical inflection to his voice as he asks back, “and I assume from your outfit, that you are not just up here for your health?!?!” Clearly he knew nothing about her, but he was damn sure to get Intel on her tonight!

Hob’s Bay AKA “Suicide Slum”

The low rumble of 162hp 1262cc of savage power slowly died to a humble growl a block away from the now incinerated pool hall. Atop his matte Ducati Diavel the Bandana Cardinal casually leaned forward along the length of his bike's handle-bars, nonchalantly observing the first responders who had feverishly battled the raging inferno through the night and well into the early dawn. "Yeah, no its a shitshow. Nah I dont think so. Its all burnt. Whole goddamn place. No stick to the plan. We go hot, no witnesses." Without further delay the Motorcity Mamba removed and snapped the sim card from the back of his phone. Folding it in itself until it snapped, he allowed the pieces to freely crumble to the ground. His helmet's visor was effortlessly flipped shut as a full wrench of the bike's throttle sent its front end skyrocketing into the air as it now sped directly towards what remained of the gang's burned out headquarters with reckless abandonment. Simultaneously, from the opposite direction, an identical Ducati screamed towards the charred structural remains. Same matte coloring, same leathers and blacked out helmet as the New Age Outlaw. Together they literally rode up on the two officers outside with near militarized synchronization. 4 silenced shots in total. Chest head, chest head. All before dismounting and making their way into the smoldering remains. 4 more shots. Chest head chest head. This time it were two paramedics helplessly caught off guard. "Back here" Bo Vera growled. Kicking large pieces of debris and tossing burned obstructions out of the way of the gang's man-sized fireproof safe. Once again, displaying the type of timed precision one would associate with a trained squad of military operators, a 2016 Ford Hino flatbed tow truck came smashing through the deceased officer's patrol car. Unbelievably sliding a perfect 180 degrees as to allow the ass end to swing into the demolished pool hall. "Letsgoletsgo" the identically dressed driver shouted while slapping the side of the truck's door. Immediately Bo Vera and his accomplice connected the snatch block at the anchor point before drawing the main chain around the safe for maximum pulling power. The truck's electric winch instantly went to work but the crew did not wait. Shaving off precious seconds, supremely confident in their ability to cut corners when and where they could. So together they began to flee the scene. Bike, truck bike as they sped towards the interstate.

@james_batson

Naturally nestled in the welcoming bustle of New Troy sat an ordinary coffee shop. Its entire street-view wall a window, its edges catching the cool wisps of Metro Cities frosty morning winds. Contrast to the cold and busy street the café adorned a warm color palette of brown and silver. The furniture inside more fitting for a home than a frequently visited business.

Seated at one of four single tables lined up against the glass wall Han sat stiff as a statue. An index finger rapping the edge of the table.

Blue eyes darted around. To the street, the door, the flux of customers. If he wasn't a regular at the establishment one might've thought he was an escaped asylum patient.

His mind raced like a river. Flowing quick wasting no thoughts.

Then, a pebble shot into the river.

"Sir Mádl"a light and delicate finger tapped his shoulder. Han struck a light shiver as his train of nervousness subsided momentarily, head attentively following the direction of the dew-like voice, "Oh, I apologize. I just noticed you were sitting here for a while now kinda.. creepily?"The voice spoke with calming familiarity. Easing the tension on the strange mans heart.

"Hah, sorry about that" Han emitted a self-deprecating smile subtly chuckling at their comment. "I'm just waiting for someone, really."

"A date?"

"Only with the devil" his smile was firm. Half sarcasm creeping out of his tone.

After some small-talk the familiar someone stepped away with a 'goodbye' and a wave.

Once reconnecting himself with the outside world Han found it difficult to get caught in the same tense trance he was in before. Icy determination rolling over his beautifully sculpted face almost instantly.

He felt a heavy presence atop his entire body. The feeling was like a bucket of ice cold water dropping over his head.

Was he near?

"You're not actually thinking about going and meeting that kid right? I thought we were past dealing with children."

A casual shrug and a sly smile escaped his lips as he and his longtime friend and companion Ra ventured the grounds chatting. "Why the hell not, if the little bugger is serious then we'll have a solution for our little problem. If he's a reasonable human being and realizes who he's bargaining with then there'll be no blood lost and we can find someone else; a win-win."

James pauses a moment, his eyebrow rising in an almost accusatory motion "Don't try and guilt trip me you arse; you know how important this is."

While not possessing a physical nor even human body the look of disdain on the cosmic beings face was palpable and yet he didn't argue back instead sighing and turning his back fading away as his form transported itself back inside the house James following inside as well but as he opened the door he stepped not inside the House of Obscurity but inside the space of a quite quaint coffee shop. Eyes flicked around sharply as he narrowed down the location of his potential customer.

'Bingo'

Eyes locking on to the well dressed fidgeting blonde James smoothly stepped across the coffee space and casually pulled a seat besides the young lad his hands folding together to give rest to his chin, a smile hiding a million intention hung ever so faintly on the corner of his mouth. "So you're crazy enough to contact me for a deal, you got my attention mate, and lucky for you I'm crazy enough to answer the call."

Leaning back in his chair and stuffing his hand within one of his pockets he withdrew a cigarette placing it in his mouth and in a swift motion lit and took a deep drag, despite being a clear no smoking zone no one seemed to bat an eye, in fact no one seemed to take any sight in of him at all.

"James Batson at your service."

@prince_han

@james_batson:

A sharp glance rolled over the man that could very much change his fate.

This guy, he's...

A slob!

Very much expecting a blacked-out mystery man Hans eyes locked onto the man who shattered that entire expectation.

Mouth agape and eyes scrutinizing. "You're James Batson?" His mind sifted through catalogues of what he imagined The James Batson to look like but nearly none of them matched, "at least I got the hair right." He payed no mind to his own straightforwardness, he wasn't there to talk about any of that in the first place.

Han lowered his voice to a whisper, dragging his head across the table to close the distance between their voices "so I heard you can get me powers? Like, real powers?" A complete novice he was. Eyes shining like a puppy with a new toy. All of his previous timidness glossed over with exhausting awe "Dude, I have a whole list. Ju- just give me a sec"

Lifting a finger to signal a pause in his onslaught of words the blonde prince fished out a folded piece of line-paper from his coats innermost pocket. Han unfolded the paper to its eighths with a wide grin, sliding it over.

He knew it was very overwhelming. In this world you need to be overwhelming to not die into the sea of regret.

"So? What's the word boss? I think we could make a little adjustment to this one here...-" standing from his seat like he couldn't anymore, Han leaned over to the paper pointing out differing segments of his list, making a mountains worth of requests and revisions that could rattle any persons patience.

Finally coming to a stop two pale hands flattened against the table. Blue eyes glaring directly into the person before hims.

"Name your price"

ace 'o' clubs.