Fresh Meat
Oct 30, 2012 2:23:31 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2012 2:23:31 GMT -6
ooc: This is that new thread I was talking about where Slade and Reflecto meet for the first time. Oh and if I should probably add something to my post to make interaction easier just let me know. And Force, Ravager can join in too if you want.
bic: Currently I was hurrying thru the chaotic airport headed straight for my flight. As I ran I was chattering away on my cell to my estranged, separated wife who was telling me to hurry up and get out of Maine to meet her in New York City. She claimed to be worried about me. But I wasn’t so sure. Recently my secret identity had been exposed and everyone in Maine knew who I was; which certainly wasn’t a good thing and news spread fast. Everyone saw me as a traitor and a criminal all thanks to stupid Burgess and the nosy press.
“Hurry up Flash and get here! I miss you. Mel misses you and she is sick with worry here. She seems to think something bad is going to happen to you. I tried telling her that you were fine and that everything was going to be just fine. But you know Mel. She is stubborn like you,” Deborah informed me on my cell as I pushed my way thru them all.
I smiled at the mention of our young daughter. I chuckled softly. “Don’t worry love I promise I’ll be there to meet you in the NYC airport at eleven in the morning your time. So you just tell Mel that,” I promised. “Any trouble with the airport authorities?” Deborah asked. “No, I’m using a fake name. Honey, who knows of my…exposure? Is everybody aware?” I asked, worried. I then heard sobbing. I wasn’t sure if it was real or not. “I am so sorry my love, but news does travel rather quickly,” she said thru her sobs. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat. “Honey, you believe me about Burgess, right? He…he set me up. This whole revolution thing is so totally his fault! I want nothing to do with it.” “Just get here ASAP and then we’ll talk more, alright?” and with that I heard a click and she hung up.
Little did I know she was cooperating with the police, allowing the cops to listen in to our phone conversation. I should have realized, but I wasn’t thinking straight at the time. All I wanted was to be out of Maine. People had gone mad here and the airport was no exception. However, it did make going thru security a heck a lot easier. There was just so much chaos and security couldn’t handle it all. I had made it to the correct gate and just as the announcer announced we would be taking off I hurried in and that’s when the craziness began. As I headed towards my seat I heard a sharp sound and felt a gust of cold air hit me from behind.
Next thing I knew I found myself sitting in the middle of the street. I was in such shock that I just stared as a car came inches to hitting me head on. Freaking out I scrambled back to my feet just as a driver of a taxi came running out. He looked at me with concern. “Whoa, dude you alright? I mean should I call you a doctor?” he asked, worried.
Confused and unsure how I wound up in the middle of the street in the first place I just shook my head. “No. I’m fine. It’s just I don’t know how I got here. Um where am I?” I asked, rubbing my head.
The driver only smiled at me. “Party a little too hard last night I see? Welcome to Jump City my friend,” replied the cab driver who apparently thought I was hung over.
I just frowned at him, disbelief in my eyes. “And um just how far away is New York City?” It was a serious enough question, but the cab driver found something humorous about my question and just laughed. “I’m sorry, it’s just you’re out of luck. NYC is far, far away from here. We’re in California, so you missed it by several states,” the driver informed me causing my heart to sink. “What? No! How can this be? I was en route to NYC airport on a plane. Not five minutes ago I was on said plane headed for my seat,” I revealed, confused.
The driver just blinked his eyes at me before he slowly headed back to his cab. Before I could stop him he jumped inside and rolled down his window. “Whatever it is you are on, you need to stop taking it amigo. It is starting to cause you to hallucinate. Well, if you are ever at the club, look me up. See ya,” he suggested and with that he sped away.
Coughing on his cab’s fuel exhaust I frowned after him. I can’t believe this! That taxi cab driver thinks I’m on drugs and worst of all I’m lost and my wife is going to kill me for not getting there like I promised. Remembering my cell I attempted to call back Deborah to inform her I was running a little behind. “Deb? Come on Deb, pick up the phone,” I said uselessly. But it was of no use. It just rang and rang until it just cut off. “I am sorry, but the number you were attempting to reach does not exist. Please hang up and try again. Thank you and have a nice day,” my cell informed me. I stared at my phone in disbelief. Does not exist? What, that makes no sense! Getting worried I tried the number again only for the same darn message to come up. Frustrated I plopped down onto a nearby park bench to think. Confused I verbally went over everything that I did prior to appearing here. “Let's see... I went to the Maine airport under a new name, filled out some paperwork, went thru security, made it the correct gate, boarded the plane to NYC, headed for my seat and now for some reason I’m sitting on a park bench in the middle of California in a city called, Jump. How in the world…? It just makes no sense! And now I can’t even call Deb to tell her what happened. I am so screwed!” he told himself. And that guy was right. I do sound like I am on drugs. As I sat there minding my own business I could not shake the feeling I was being watched. Oh god, did Burgess somehow follow me way out here?
bic: Currently I was hurrying thru the chaotic airport headed straight for my flight. As I ran I was chattering away on my cell to my estranged, separated wife who was telling me to hurry up and get out of Maine to meet her in New York City. She claimed to be worried about me. But I wasn’t so sure. Recently my secret identity had been exposed and everyone in Maine knew who I was; which certainly wasn’t a good thing and news spread fast. Everyone saw me as a traitor and a criminal all thanks to stupid Burgess and the nosy press.
“Hurry up Flash and get here! I miss you. Mel misses you and she is sick with worry here. She seems to think something bad is going to happen to you. I tried telling her that you were fine and that everything was going to be just fine. But you know Mel. She is stubborn like you,” Deborah informed me on my cell as I pushed my way thru them all.
I smiled at the mention of our young daughter. I chuckled softly. “Don’t worry love I promise I’ll be there to meet you in the NYC airport at eleven in the morning your time. So you just tell Mel that,” I promised. “Any trouble with the airport authorities?” Deborah asked. “No, I’m using a fake name. Honey, who knows of my…exposure? Is everybody aware?” I asked, worried. I then heard sobbing. I wasn’t sure if it was real or not. “I am so sorry my love, but news does travel rather quickly,” she said thru her sobs. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat. “Honey, you believe me about Burgess, right? He…he set me up. This whole revolution thing is so totally his fault! I want nothing to do with it.” “Just get here ASAP and then we’ll talk more, alright?” and with that I heard a click and she hung up.
Little did I know she was cooperating with the police, allowing the cops to listen in to our phone conversation. I should have realized, but I wasn’t thinking straight at the time. All I wanted was to be out of Maine. People had gone mad here and the airport was no exception. However, it did make going thru security a heck a lot easier. There was just so much chaos and security couldn’t handle it all. I had made it to the correct gate and just as the announcer announced we would be taking off I hurried in and that’s when the craziness began. As I headed towards my seat I heard a sharp sound and felt a gust of cold air hit me from behind.
Next thing I knew I found myself sitting in the middle of the street. I was in such shock that I just stared as a car came inches to hitting me head on. Freaking out I scrambled back to my feet just as a driver of a taxi came running out. He looked at me with concern. “Whoa, dude you alright? I mean should I call you a doctor?” he asked, worried.
Confused and unsure how I wound up in the middle of the street in the first place I just shook my head. “No. I’m fine. It’s just I don’t know how I got here. Um where am I?” I asked, rubbing my head.
The driver only smiled at me. “Party a little too hard last night I see? Welcome to Jump City my friend,” replied the cab driver who apparently thought I was hung over.
I just frowned at him, disbelief in my eyes. “And um just how far away is New York City?” It was a serious enough question, but the cab driver found something humorous about my question and just laughed. “I’m sorry, it’s just you’re out of luck. NYC is far, far away from here. We’re in California, so you missed it by several states,” the driver informed me causing my heart to sink. “What? No! How can this be? I was en route to NYC airport on a plane. Not five minutes ago I was on said plane headed for my seat,” I revealed, confused.
The driver just blinked his eyes at me before he slowly headed back to his cab. Before I could stop him he jumped inside and rolled down his window. “Whatever it is you are on, you need to stop taking it amigo. It is starting to cause you to hallucinate. Well, if you are ever at the club, look me up. See ya,” he suggested and with that he sped away.
Coughing on his cab’s fuel exhaust I frowned after him. I can’t believe this! That taxi cab driver thinks I’m on drugs and worst of all I’m lost and my wife is going to kill me for not getting there like I promised. Remembering my cell I attempted to call back Deborah to inform her I was running a little behind. “Deb? Come on Deb, pick up the phone,” I said uselessly. But it was of no use. It just rang and rang until it just cut off. “I am sorry, but the number you were attempting to reach does not exist. Please hang up and try again. Thank you and have a nice day,” my cell informed me. I stared at my phone in disbelief. Does not exist? What, that makes no sense! Getting worried I tried the number again only for the same darn message to come up. Frustrated I plopped down onto a nearby park bench to think. Confused I verbally went over everything that I did prior to appearing here. “Let's see... I went to the Maine airport under a new name, filled out some paperwork, went thru security, made it the correct gate, boarded the plane to NYC, headed for my seat and now for some reason I’m sitting on a park bench in the middle of California in a city called, Jump. How in the world…? It just makes no sense! And now I can’t even call Deb to tell her what happened. I am so screwed!” he told himself. And that guy was right. I do sound like I am on drugs. As I sat there minding my own business I could not shake the feeling I was being watched. Oh god, did Burgess somehow follow me way out here?