01). Actually, sister, as much as I'm sure you'd rock the 'cellphones for the technologically allergic' tutorial like nobody's business, I'm actually cool without?
[ roy harper is kind of loud. and frankly, never shuts up, so maybe this is the first time you've overheard his voice, or maybe this is the 54895574923758915th time you've overheard his voice. either way, he's not too far away, chatting at the wide smiling government woman trying to shuffle roy into his complimentary car ride. he's wide smiling right back, but while the congenial, casual seeming chat goes on, he's ducking and leaning and sidling out of reach and further from said car. yeah, not really his style. ]
And, I'm assuming here, but if you've got the Jetson's style hovercars, that probably means GoogleMaps is kickin', right? So, I'll pass on the totally not creepy military taxi ride to my cubical housing, if it's all the same, you know, conservation of gas, helping the environment, I could use the excercise, ad infinitum. Greattalk,thanks,noyouhaveawonderfulday!
[ aaand, he's off. despite being six foot whatever, wearing fairly bright colors, a horribly tacky trucker hat, and having ginger-red hair, he's surprisingly good at slipping away and getting lost from the woman in the surrounding crowd in barely an instant. skills, yo. skills. it's not for any great reason of paranoia that he doesn't want to go with the government folks (well, aside from the fact all this is creepy and getting into cars with strangers is like Basic Childrens' Guidelines To Life 101), he just prefers to do the leg work on this kind of thing. that, and, the idea of being shipped off to some room, alone? sort of sets him uneasy. it didn't escape him that neither kori or jason were around the area when he got up streetside, and roy hasn't done well on his own, in the past. maybe part of him wants to hold out hope in running into them getting into some sort of ridiculous trouble somewhere.
in the mean time, he'll be content to wander the city, cellphone out and in hand, as he snaps pictures of every little thing here and there. on the scale of Shit Roy's Ended Up In? multiversal clusterfuck in the 50s au of metropolis? eh. kori's space ship was cooler. aaand, he's still talking. talking and walking and snapping pics. multitasking. ]
Hella vintage. The Stepford Sci-fi - not bad, not bad.
04). [ it had been a fairly casual stroll, phone now full of tourist style pictures, though in roy's unique style of taking note of the small little things that intrigue him more, and he'd gotten his free malt - chocolate. still alone in who-even-fucking-knows-land, as far as he can tell, but despite not doing well alone, doesn't mean he can't deal. he's casually watching some kids playing with hoverboards out in the street, and trying to focus more on the intrigue of techonology than the loneliness that's trying to creep in under it all. that's about when he hears the squeal of tires, the roar of engines, and snaps his back in that direction. ]
Aww, son of a bee. [ he knows where this is going, and he is absolutely not letting those kids end up as pancakes. he does, however, have his hands entirely too full to keep all this stuff intact and still get to his bow and quiver in time. so, that means the cellphone gets dropped on the sidewalk, as does the malt. which he mournfully whispers to, as it falls: ] I'll never forget you, malt.
[ aight. business time. a hand reaches up and behind his backpack, and roy's dragging out a bow that's compacted small enough it could fit in a book. it pops sharply into form, and roy's other hand is heading to the quiver that had been sitting on his hip, pulling out an arrow that seems random, but he has a system for these things. this one has a chain that extends from the end of it, and roy's hurrying in the short time rapidly evaporating as he wraps the chain around a nearby light pole, hooking it securely to itself. he loads up the arrow, and there's only a fraction of a second to take aim on the approaching, speeding car, then fires. the tip expands into something like a grappling hook as it flies, slamming into the side of the car, and the chain immediately pulls taunt, dragging at the side of the car and causing it to swerve off the road (luckily, sidewalk unpopulated). ]
Ker-bam! [ sure did just make his own sound effect. as the speeding car starts to dramatically jerk to the side, and heads to nose-dive into some newspaper dispensers, roy's already running, heading around the other side towards the kids frozen still in the road. to the side, there is the tell-tale ker-bam, and roy gives himself a fistpump as he jogs. ]
Heyhey, we all okay here? Nothing broken, pants un-wet? [ it's okay if it's not the case, okay, it happens, dude. anyway, the kids all seem to be fine, the car not having made it to them, and beyond that, they just seem shaken. so... this is the awkward part where "okay, see you around" is what roy would like to do, but isn't this the hero point where you say something noble or dashing or something? ]
Uh... look both ways before you cross the street? Stay in school, say no to drugs? [ wait, wait, he's on to something there. ] Yeah. Say no to drugs. School's kinda eh, so scratch that one, do what you want. Unless what you want is drugs. As per Point A, we ruled that out.
Ooookay, good talk. [ yeah, he's leaving now. this has been Weird. ]
Roy Harper | DCnU/Red Hood and the Outlaws
[ roy harper is kind of loud. and frankly, never shuts up, so maybe this is the first time you've overheard his voice, or maybe this is the 54895574923758915th time you've overheard his voice. either way, he's not too far away, chatting at the wide smiling government woman trying to shuffle roy into his complimentary car ride. he's wide smiling right back, but while the congenial, casual seeming chat goes on, he's ducking and leaning and sidling out of reach and further from said car. yeah, not really his style. ]
And, I'm assuming here, but if you've got the Jetson's style hovercars, that probably means GoogleMaps is kickin', right? So, I'll pass on the totally not creepy military taxi ride to my cubical housing, if it's all the same, you know, conservation of gas, helping the environment, I could use the excercise, ad infinitum. Greattalk,thanks,noyouhaveawonderfulday!
[ aaand, he's off. despite being six foot whatever, wearing fairly bright colors, a horribly tacky trucker hat, and having ginger-red hair, he's surprisingly good at slipping away and getting lost from the woman in the surrounding crowd in barely an instant. skills, yo. skills. it's not for any great reason of paranoia that he doesn't want to go with the government folks (well, aside from the fact all this is creepy and getting into cars with strangers is like Basic Childrens' Guidelines To Life 101), he just prefers to do the leg work on this kind of thing. that, and, the idea of being shipped off to some room, alone? sort of sets him uneasy. it didn't escape him that neither kori or jason were around the area when he got up streetside, and roy hasn't done well on his own, in the past. maybe part of him wants to hold out hope in running into them getting into some sort of ridiculous trouble somewhere.
in the mean time, he'll be content to wander the city, cellphone out and in hand, as he snaps pictures of every little thing here and there. on the scale of Shit Roy's Ended Up In? multiversal clusterfuck in the 50s au of metropolis? eh. kori's space ship was cooler. aaand, he's still talking. talking and walking and snapping pics. multitasking. ]
Hella vintage. The Stepford Sci-fi - not bad, not bad.
04). [ it had been a fairly casual stroll, phone now full of tourist style pictures, though in roy's unique style of taking note of the small little things that intrigue him more, and he'd gotten his free malt - chocolate. still alone in who-even-fucking-knows-land, as far as he can tell, but despite not doing well alone, doesn't mean he can't deal. he's casually watching some kids playing with hoverboards out in the street, and trying to focus more on the intrigue of techonology than the loneliness that's trying to creep in under it all. that's about when he hears the squeal of tires, the roar of engines, and snaps his back in that direction. ]
Aww, son of a bee. [ he knows where this is going, and he is absolutely not letting those kids end up as pancakes. he does, however, have his hands entirely too full to keep all this stuff intact and still get to his bow and quiver in time. so, that means the cellphone gets dropped on the sidewalk, as does the malt. which he mournfully whispers to, as it falls: ] I'll never forget you, malt.
[ aight. business time. a hand reaches up and behind his backpack, and roy's dragging out a bow that's compacted small enough it could fit in a book. it pops sharply into form, and roy's other hand is heading to the quiver that had been sitting on his hip, pulling out an arrow that seems random, but he has a system for these things. this one has a chain that extends from the end of it, and roy's hurrying in the short time rapidly evaporating as he wraps the chain around a nearby light pole, hooking it securely to itself. he loads up the arrow, and there's only a fraction of a second to take aim on the approaching, speeding car, then fires. the tip expands into something like a grappling hook as it flies, slamming into the side of the car, and the chain immediately pulls taunt, dragging at the side of the car and causing it to swerve off the road (luckily, sidewalk unpopulated). ]
Ker-bam! [ sure did just make his own sound effect. as the speeding car starts to dramatically jerk to the side, and heads to nose-dive into some newspaper dispensers, roy's already running, heading around the other side towards the kids frozen still in the road. to the side, there is the tell-tale ker-bam, and roy gives himself a fistpump as he jogs. ]
Heyhey, we all okay here? Nothing broken, pants un-wet? [ it's okay if it's not the case, okay, it happens, dude. anyway, the kids all seem to be fine, the car not having made it to them, and beyond that, they just seem shaken. so... this is the awkward part where "okay, see you around" is what roy would like to do, but isn't this the hero point where you say something noble or dashing or something? ]
Uh... look both ways before you cross the street? Stay in school, say no to drugs? [ wait, wait, he's on to something there. ] Yeah. Say no to drugs. School's kinda eh, so scratch that one, do what you want. Unless what you want is drugs. As per Point A, we ruled that out.
Ooookay, good talk. [ yeah, he's leaving now. this has been Weird. ]