[ Matt wanders down a road, contemplating the bottle of cherry cola some cheerful shopkeeper just GAVE him. His initial instinct is to be suspicious. Why is everyone so friendly here? The streets are relatively clean and safe looking, people seem to care about the well being of each other... a far cry from Neo Gotham. And Neo Gotham is probably the safest city in the country as far as he knows.
He's thirsty though. Maybe he can trust the soda? It's sealed and all so it's probably safe... Is that smoke? Curious, and with not much else to do he quickly comes across the source. ]
...Is that a crocodile?
[ He knows not the difference between gator and croc. He's never seen one in person. Always wanted to, they're cool. But he never thought he'd see one quite like this. ]
What it's even doing in there?!
b. De Chima
[ At first it was kinda fun when people took pictures and asked questions. Matt kinda felt like a celebrity. Someone important. But now? Now it's getting bad. And some of the questions? ]
Romantic partners?! I just turned THIRTEEN.
[ Plus his world had kind of gone to shit and all so crushes and the like are kind of at the veeeery back of his mind. A couple more questionable questions fly and Matt blanches and rummages around for the one smoke pellet he still had from the few he nicked from the Bat cave before finding himself here. ]
Look I... gotta go.
[ He tosses the pellet on the ground and attempts to make a mad dash away in the confusion. ]
c. Maurtia Falls
[ In hind sight maybe he SHOULDN'T have tripped that looter. Or called him a dreg. But when he saw the dude trying to make off with ill gotten goods it was almost instinctual for him to stick a skinny ankle out in his path. And that's why he was being chased through some alleys by said looter and a couple of his buddies.
Thank goodness he's fast! But he can't run forever. So he bolts out of the alley, takes a sharp corner, dives, and rolls under a car shouting a quick 'You didn't see me!' to anyone who might have, in fact, seen him. And not he just hopes the thugs didn't catch sight of him either. ]
Matt McGinnis | DC Comics Future's End
[ Matt wanders down a road, contemplating the bottle of cherry cola some cheerful shopkeeper just GAVE him. His initial instinct is to be suspicious. Why is everyone so friendly here? The streets are relatively clean and safe looking, people seem to care about the well being of each other... a far cry from Neo Gotham. And Neo Gotham is probably the safest city in the country as far as he knows.
He's thirsty though. Maybe he can trust the soda? It's sealed and all so it's probably safe... Is that smoke? Curious, and with not much else to do he quickly comes across the source. ]
...Is that a crocodile?
[ He knows not the difference between gator and croc. He's never seen one in person. Always wanted to, they're cool. But he never thought he'd see one quite like this. ]
What it's even doing in there?!
b. De Chima
[ At first it was kinda fun when people took pictures and asked questions. Matt kinda felt like a celebrity. Someone important. But now? Now it's getting bad. And some of the questions? ]
Romantic partners?! I just turned THIRTEEN.
[ Plus his world had kind of gone to shit and all so crushes and the like are kind of at the veeeery back of his mind. A couple more questionable questions fly and Matt blanches and rummages around for the one smoke pellet he still had from the few he nicked from the Bat cave before finding himself here. ]
Look I... gotta go.
[ He tosses the pellet on the ground and attempts to make a mad dash away in the confusion. ]
c. Maurtia Falls
[ In hind sight maybe he SHOULDN'T have tripped that looter. Or called him a dreg. But when he saw the dude trying to make off with ill gotten goods it was almost instinctual for him to stick a skinny ankle out in his path. And that's why he was being chased through some alleys by said looter and a couple of his buddies.
Thank goodness he's fast! But he can't run forever. So he bolts out of the alley, takes a sharp corner, dives, and rolls under a car shouting a quick 'You didn't see me!' to anyone who might have, in fact, seen him. And not he just hopes the thugs didn't catch sight of him either. ]