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capeandcowllogs2012-09-22 02:30 pm
centralsgreatest) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-09-22 02:30 pm
Though it ain't for me lately it don't faze me
WHO: Wally West sans costume and YOU
WHERE: All over town, on the streets, in stores, in restaurants of every kind
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Wally goes for a walk. Yes, a walk.
FORMAT: Whichever you prefer, I’m not picky!
For all that he hates waiting for anything, there were some things that Wally liked to take slow. Enjoying good company was one of them. Going on a walk through town. Enjoying life when there weren’t any disasters. As he walked through the city he wore a small smile, taking deep breaths of the polluted air and occasionally catching a whiff of flowers, or something cooking in a nearby restaurant. He stopped often for food. He didn’t have to eat as much when he hadn’t been running, but the hunger was always there.
He would need a job. There was no easy way around it. Even with an allowance and the apartment provided him by Stark Industries, his food bills were going to put a very large dent in his lifestyle. He kept an eye out for help wanted signs as he walked, for anything from food service to retail. What he really wanted was to get a job in the forensics lab like back home, but he imagined that was a whole lot easier said than done. Oh well. Times were hard and beggars couldn’t be choosers. He would have to make do.
Wally would make conversation everywhere he went, talking to cashiers and the homeless and even the occasional stranger waiting in line. As long as he kept the topic away from ImPorts and politics, he did alright. Otherwise, he was getting to be very good at making a polite escape.
WHERE: All over town, on the streets, in stores, in restaurants of every kind
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Wally goes for a walk. Yes, a walk.
FORMAT: Whichever you prefer, I’m not picky!
For all that he hates waiting for anything, there were some things that Wally liked to take slow. Enjoying good company was one of them. Going on a walk through town. Enjoying life when there weren’t any disasters. As he walked through the city he wore a small smile, taking deep breaths of the polluted air and occasionally catching a whiff of flowers, or something cooking in a nearby restaurant. He stopped often for food. He didn’t have to eat as much when he hadn’t been running, but the hunger was always there.
He would need a job. There was no easy way around it. Even with an allowance and the apartment provided him by Stark Industries, his food bills were going to put a very large dent in his lifestyle. He kept an eye out for help wanted signs as he walked, for anything from food service to retail. What he really wanted was to get a job in the forensics lab like back home, but he imagined that was a whole lot easier said than done. Oh well. Times were hard and beggars couldn’t be choosers. He would have to make do.
Wally would make conversation everywhere he went, talking to cashiers and the homeless and even the occasional stranger waiting in line. As long as he kept the topic away from ImPorts and politics, he did alright. Otherwise, he was getting to be very good at making a polite escape.
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She tapped her pen against the notepad. She was getting the hang of this waitress thing, kind of. "Would you like anything else?"
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"Here you go."
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"My hero."
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She laughed, a short, simple laugh. Carefree. God, how long had it been since she'd actually laughed like that? The memory of her conversation with Peter resonated in her mind, and her grin degenerated into a small smile as she laid the check down beside the plate.
"Just let me know when you're ready to pay the bill. You don't want to dine and dash here; I was defensive player of the year back home."
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"I figure this city needs all the heroes it can get," he confided, shaking his head. With the number of bad guys running around, he wasn't wrong.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of running out on the bill."
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She pointed a finger at him, closing one eye. "Good. I've got my eye on you."
She had a little too much fun on the job, sometimes.no subject
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It was one of the few perks of losing her ability to feel pain. It still 'hurt', but her mind didn't register it as pain. The same happened with getting shot and breaking bones.
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