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Post by reitgerte2 on Jul 26, 2013 13:17:16 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 5th, 10am. notes: let me know if the date's good. Lance had not been having a good week. Things had started off well enough, all things considered. He'd done well in his shows, and no one had been injured. If things had continued like that, he probably would have been fine. Instead his entire life had become a clusterfuck of bad. He'd seen someone die right in front of him, been attacked by fire birds, and then had the whole thing vanish. There was no way anyone would ever believe him, even if he told. The police were at a loss, and he hadn't even made a vague attempt. How would he explain things? 'Oh hi officer, did I mention a few hundred people went missing when a flock of fire birds attacked the mansion commanded by a giant talking bug, and now the mansion is gone as if it never existed?'
Even in his own head it sounded crazy. The fact that it had all seemed familiar--like he'd seen it all before--had only made things worse. The first night he'd been so exhausted he'd slept like a rock, but the second night, without exhaustion to keep him out, he'd slept fretfully. He'd woken several times during the night, and at least once had ended up retching into the toilet, unable to get away from the smell of burning human flesh.
To say he wasn't doing well as an understatement. He'd gone into work and been sent back the first day afterwards, and the day after that he was turned away at the door. Even if he wasn't saying what was wrong, it was obvious that something was.
So he was left to wander LA with nothing to do, and nothing to keep his mind off things. For the moment, anyway. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 9:03:19 GMT -8
The things around him looked sort of like a blur as he rode down the street, which made sense as Kyle was going pretty fast. It was what he liked to do, but at the moment there was an actual need for speed. He was running late to something he considered important, and he hoped that picking up the pace would help him make up for lost time. This event that he was late for was actually something that would be going on for a few more hours as it was a show that was meant to display various vehicles that people had restored, but Kyle wanted as much time as possible to look over each one.
Needless to say, it was through great luck and not skill that he hadn’t run anyone over, but Kyle’s luck was going to run out at some point. At first, he thought it would have been when the guy pushing a cart pulled out in front of him, but the youth had been able to swerve around the guy. Of course, this had left the older gentleman looking completely startled, but Kyle didn’t see this as he was already long gone by this point. ”Just a couple more miles and I’ll be there,” he muttered to himself. Alas, his plans were about to be met with an interruption in the form of another fellow who Kyle had never seen before.
Turning around a corner, Kyle almost ran into a guy that was standing there, and while he had missed the dark haired gentleman the young man ended up crashing into a nearby newspaper stand. Feeling really sore, he just stared up at the sky for a moment. ”Well that is going to leave a mark,” he commented as he sat up to see how many injuries had he sustained this time.
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Post by reitgerte2 on Aug 6, 2013 10:22:02 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 5th, 10am. notes: sorry for the wait. There were few things that would snap a person out of their own thoughts faster then near death, and as far as Lance was concerned in the seconds after, he'd damn near died. Alright, maybe not actually died, but he'd nearly been hit by a bike that was going far, far too fast, and while he might not have been killed, he'd likely have been seriously injured if the rider hadn't swerved at the last possible minute.
The guy had swerved though, and Lance was more or less entirely fine. That didn't mean the rider was though, and he winced at the loud crash from behind him as he spun in place, trying to check the damage. Not dead, because he was moving--and talking--but he certainly looked worse for the wear, and he wouldn't have been surprised to find out that the guy had cracked a rib or something along those lines. He let his eyes flick over, checking for all the obvious signs, but nothing screamed 'broken bone' to him, so he stepped forward, holding out his hand in an offer to help the guy up.
What did one say to the situation, exactly? 'Thanks for not mowing me over'? Most people probably would have asked why the heck he thought going so fast was a good plan, but Lance was eager for anything that would distract him, and this certainly counted.
"You alright? Nothing broken?" Because concern was his first priority--everything else could come after he was fairly sure the guy hadn't broken anything. Lance certainly didn't think that he had, but there was no way to know for sure until the guy had checked himself out. Lance had seen plenty of broken bones and other injuries, and seen plenty more accidents that could have ended in such things, and he was a tad concerned about the whole fiasco.
Nevermind the bike--it was probably damaged as well, but he knew nothing about bikes.
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