30th Century Tourist

Bart Allen a.k.a Impulse

[30thcenturytourist]

patient2c:

This wasn’t the first time Cece’s hands had been stained with blood. This had been the first time it wasn’t his fault but those times had passed, he hadn’t harmed anyone in years even out of fear. He kept himself in control and he hated that one mistake of staying out too late might be the thing to ruin that. “Wasn’t me,” he stated, looking up from the body to the kid that stood in front of him. Emphasis on kid. “It’s not safe out here. Go home.” He reasoned that this must be some nosy brat, trying to get a glimpse of what had the city in a panic and well, looks like he did.

“Obviously.” That was more directed at the second comment, but now that he re-played his words and how sarcastically he made them sound he realized that could be counted for a response to both of what the man said. He looked at the dead man and then the other, he needed to investigate or he wouldn’t feel right about leaving. It looked like the guy was torn apart, maybe by something sharp definitely not done by human hands. Bart used his super speed to look over the guy standing with blood on him not touching him, but just seeing what he had on him. He couldn’t find any weapons. He was standing back where he had started again a good few feet away giving him a calculating stare. “You’re not freaking out so its kinda hard to take you seriously on not doing it...”

[30thcenturytourist]

originalcircusboy:

Dick chuckled, immediately taking a liking to the lad. He reminded him of Dick himself from a younger day: all mischief and adventure. He leaned against the trapeze pole, relaxing his grip on the eskrima stick. Something told him that the kid was trustworthy. “There’s only one way to find out!” He called down. “It all depends what kind of trouble you have in mind. I can overlook a bit of trespassing; I’m in a good mood.” He gestured the boy up, smiling warmly. No one really gets this kind of view except us performers, so this is a once in a life time opportunity!” There was something so familiar about the stranger, but he couldn’t quite place a finger on where he knew him from. “Though I’m gonna have to get a name first. I’m Dick.”

Seriously? He thought loudly to himself smile just getting ever wider. He was so going up there; no way was he passing that up.  Height was absolutely no problem for him, when you run up a couple of buildings you’re not really worried about something like heights. Unless maybe you don’t have to purchase to the ground but like seriously when was that going to be an issue to him? “My names Bart! I’ll be right up!” He called up and spotted the latter not to Dick’s perch. He wasted no time going over and beginning his climb up. He climbed to the top only looking down once he was one the last leg to where the other sat. Sure was high but it was frightening. Bart had no fear falling after all his hands were perfectly glues to the latter. But he was also surprised to know people with no powers and no nets jumped form places this high up? That had to be terrifying in some form or fashion. He looked over and finally sat himself on the ledge with Dick, not too close but he smiled all the same. “Nice to meet you! Were your practicing up here?”

[30thcenturytourist]

patient2c:

Cece thought he could avoid everything to do with the Panel and the heroes if he kept to himself but it was never that simple. Someone, a hero or vigilante, had run into him and collapsed in his arms. The shock set off his powers, forcing him to feel every ounce of terror they felt as they died, grasping onto him like a savior. He could feel the weak thread of powers they had before they slipped away, falling slack in his arms with no time to speak of who had done this. It was late. Past curfew. This had to be apart of the murder spree on heroes that had been going on and now he was covered in their blood, looking guilty as he let the body fall to floor and footsteps approached.

He wasn’t really supposed to be doing this but he just decided he couldn’t be still anymore. And there was so much murder going around that he just wanted to see if maybe he could save someone’s life or maybe catch who did this. He wouldn’t be out long just a couple of hours and as long as he was good about making a gentle breeze then some large gust of wind no one would know a speedster was out and about. However he cursed his luck, the one night he actually goes out to do something completely against everyone’s wishes if they knew he had done it, he happened upon a murder. There was a man dead, a man with blood on him and there wasn’t much need to put two and two together. “So is this your first time or something, cause that’s kinda sloppy.” Bart wasn’t sure what to do, he never thought he’d get this far tonight. Dark humor seemed like a good start though the blood almost made him want to gag.

[30thcenturytourist]

Tag! You’re it! Barry&Bart

[30thcenturytourist]

barryallcnx:

If Barry’s brain didn’t short circuit at hearing the ki– Bart’s name then it sure as heck did when he confirmed that they were related. That meant he had a family future. Kids. A son for sure, maybe more and… he married Iris. Iris would someday be his wife and the mother of his kids. Not long ago that would have made him the happiest man alive but recently his heart had been going in different directions. Barry was doubting that Iris might be the one for him and he had been thinking that he should give his heart a chance to move on but wouldn’t that mean losing the family Bart was talking about? It could mean losing Bart which struck him deeply despite just learning that the young speedster was his grandson from the future.

“You’re my grandson?” He asked, trying to make sure he was understanding this right before he got ahead of himself. “I… Bart, why did you come back here?” His tone wasn’t accusing just worried. He knew that his son would not have sent his grandson back in time if the reason wasn’t dire. Barry would have made sure that they all understood the consequences of time travel. He hoped that his future self would make sure they never did anything as stupid as him without exhausting every other possibility first. However, if that was the case then something was very wrong and he needed to know what so that he could help his grandson and hopefully get him back home.

Words could not describe how it felt to Barry say that, even if it was a question he was more then happy to except it. Bart believe him and wanted to help him.his smile was bright but he new he washer for a reason, he needed to explain what happened and why he came here. "Like my dad I was born a speedster but I didn't just start moving fast, I grew faster then a normal human. My mind couldn't keep up, I was a toddler in a preteen body. But there wasn’t a long term effort that could definitively help me.” Bart explained. He remembered Iris talking when they traveled, it was a short ride but in so few words she explained the hurt in his father’s eyes when he knew he could not be the one to help his son. His only son. “We couldn’t find you when we got home, to Central City in this time. You weren’t there. Iris didn’t know what to do and I kept growing, so went to find Wally. He helped me stop the aging and settled everything. We learned about what was happening in New York and didn’t think we’d come this far in the past but we didn’t have much choice but to do what we could.” Bart messed nervously with his hands. “There’s a lot of bad things happening in the future…it was dangerous for me to go back in a sense. Dad had to protect us while we were escaping.”

“I don’t know what I can say. I don’t even know where to begin on it really, I was only ever outside and made aware of anything when I was leaving. It was the first time I saw them, my parents in...it felt like years to me.” In the VR chamber time moved so fast he couldn’t tell how long it had been since he seen his mother and father. It felt like decades to him, to them it could have been maybe one or two years.

[30thcenturytourist]

tricksareforvids:

         Axel’s expression lightens up the moment this stranger confirms he’s part of the gaming community. Suh-weet. He didn’t really know anyone else who played among the guys he was friends with, sure some of the guys out West had consoles between them but they were so busy with their whole political agenda half the time they were barely ever on. So it didn’t count. So when this kid pulls out his own PSP, Axel is immediately interested. Every day, too? Oh man it just got better. 

                       “I know, right?!” He exclaims with empathetic enthusiasm as the boy goes on to describe how it practically saves him from boredom. He knew that feel. If it was broad daylight and they weren’t able to pull any jobs at a particular time, he pretty much relied on the Internet and his gaming systems to stave away the raging impulses to just do stuff all the time. Sounds like this guy got it. Which was cool, because, y’know, not many people did. 

                                        “Man, seriously it’s like you’re in my head and just saying what I’m thinking. Those science classes were the cool ones because stuff actually happened in them, and then they ruined them with all the talking. C’mon, guys. Just get to the action already!” Just one of the many multitude of reasons he’d dropped out in freshman year to begin with. Nothing to do, criminally bored. The shared experience between them has put Axel in a good mood already, which makes him lazily wave off the apology from his peer. 

                              “Don’t sweat it. Ain’t no problem.” He was fine, PSP was fine– what was there to complain about this time?  He’s about to totally get on board with this lunch idea, before the other guy goes and apologizes for going on.  “Hey man talk all you want, that’s why we all got mouths right?”   He jokes effortlessly, not at all bothered by the chatter [heck he was always often the guy responsible for it in a group] before moving  onto his initial idea. 

                            “–I could use something to eat. I’m starving. Where’re you headed?”

Did Bart just make a bro connection here? Bart had realized he wasn’t so good at making friends with some kids at school; they kinda were driven off by his loud nature and over active personality so finding someone who so suddenly sympathized with him had his enthusiasm for finally having someone to talk to sky rocket past the atmosphere. He may be getting a bit ahead of himself but he now the guy is going to go get food with him. He decided he was going to just throw caution to the wind here and go for it. He needed someone to talk to on a regular basis and if he was already in this guy’s head then this could be something good. “I’m headed to this great sub place I know. Not too far from here.” He gestured for the other to follow. He still had a deadline to keep getting back to his classes; as much as he hated the idea of having to go back he needed to keep in school like he promised his grandma.

“Dude cannot believe you agree with me you have no idea how hard it is to find someone who actually thinks those kinds of days are fun. People were complaining they were outside when we had to try shooting off some rockets we made last week, and I mean we had been stuck in the building for weeks talking about this but everyone’s annoyed by it.” Bart messed with the PSP still in his hands, not turning it on but just fiddling with it. He had a few random stickers on it to personalize it given this was one of the most prized possessions. He had a Snorlax sticker from pokemon (Don’t judge him that shows awesome), he had some old Halloween sticker he got from one of those coin machines just before you head into a store. Really he was very random with what he put on this PSP; just anything he thought was cool.

“Who doesn’t like being outside on school day when you constantly complain about being inside the place all the time?” Bart chuckled. “Plus I totally took advantage of making my rocket fall onto my math teacher’s car filled with pink paint. Got away with it scot free too.” Bart didn’t usually target his teachers but his math teacher was sent him to the principal’s office on day for correcting him on his math a few to many times so he took that as him back talking the whole period.

Bart got them to the sub shop and opened the door. The place wasn’t too crowded thankfully so they could get in and get their food before the majority of the lunch rush start pouring in. Which would be soon if the people behind them proved anything.

[30thcenturytourist]

originalcircusboy:

It was never the ending of the trick that exhilarated Dick the most. It was always the beginning. The plunge from the platform, arms outstretched, reaching desperately for the trapeze. Even as a child, he had never feared the jump, only wondered at the possibilities. The prospect of slipping and falling, without the safety of a next. And then it was gone as his hands gripped the bard, swinging through their air so fast it made his eyes water. And then it was over, as he landed gracefully on the opposite side. Looking across the big top, Dick breathed heavily from exhilaration. It had been a stroke of luck almost beyond belief that Haley’s circus had finally come to New York. Of course, getting private use of the equipment from Old Man Hayley had been easy: he had always looked fondly upon his surrogate grandson. And despite being all too aware that this was still the tent in which his parents had met their end, he always felt a sense of comfort while he was here. While he was in here, the outside world didn’t have to exist. 

Hearing the soft padding of feet on the sawdust coated floor of the big top, Dick reached warily into his pocket, feeling the familiar comfort of a collapsable eskrima  stick in his track pants. Grinning, he shouted down into the shadowed floor, still unable to see the approaching person. “If you want to talk, you’re gonna have to come up here! The air really is wonderful this high up, and the platform is nice and cosy! Hope you’re not afraid of heights!”

Bart just wanted to see the circus. He didn’t know if they had circuses anymore in the thirtieth century but he hadn’t seen them so he didn’t believe the existed. He did a lot of reading when he got here on things he was interested in, heard whispers of and he ended up looking up about a hundred different things before he narrowed down what he really liked. The circus was an odd place of daring tricks, animals of all sizes but he wasn’t ever sure he was going to get another chance to see it. And of course Bart just couldn’t wait till maybe the place opened and there were people as excited as him bustling around. He just wanted to take a peek in the big top anyway, he wasn’t hurting anyone. He’d be in and out before anyone saw him like normal. Entering was easy he sort of figured out how to phase through objects so the fence was easy go through and finding the big top was way too easy.  He moved as quietly as he could allow himself to and it seemed to have its own illumination going on so maybe someone was in?

He froze hearing that someone had heard him coming in and he wondered if he should just bolt away. Then again they did just sort of invite him in. Or was that a trap….Bart couldn’t decide cause the guy sounded okay with him being there, or maybe it was just the idea that me might be some snot nosed kid wandering around. Hit the nail on the head with that assumption though if he was smart. “Uh…I swear I’m here cause trouble.” He thought he might as well cover that basis. He stepped out of the entry way a little more into the actual ring to look for the person talking to him. He could see him now, high up on platform he was invited to. Bart pulled his hood down and did note that was not afraid of heights. “Is that a serious offer? Not going to give me a good whack if I decide to climb up there are you?” Which in retrospect Bart deserved he should not have gotten caught. In no way was he sorry for sneaking in.

[30thcenturytourist]

Tag! You’re it! Barry&Bart

[30thcenturytourist]

barryallcnx:

The kid had a point. Rarely did it happen but when Barry had to suppress his powers for any length of time or even if it was just a slow week on patrol, he got this uncontrollable itch. It was like lightning would burst from underneath his skin if he didn’t go for a fun. “Still, be careful. It’s not worth it to get on the Panel’s list.” List of unregistered heroes and superhumans they wanted to bring in. It would be even worse if they sent Barry to catch him and he knew they would because no one could catch a speedster besides another speedster.

Barry was growing increasingly confused by the kid’s words. Was he a fan? Maybe from a different earth? The second option actually made more sense because that would explain the boy’s superspeed. He could be a flash from another earth like Jay Garrick or regrettably, Zoom, but then he wondered how out of all the infinite earths the kid wanted to meet him. He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he just came up with more and more questions. “Yeah, you’re not making much sense.” Barry also realized this kid had to be in his late teens but he had only been the flash for a few years so there was no way this kid could have been waiting his whole life to meet him if that was the case.

He wanted to prompt the kid further for answers but he figured he would get there on his own so he waited, wondering what piece of the puzzle could he be missing that would make all of this make sense. “The future?!” He exclaimed with a sense of dread filling him. Anything to do with time travel set him very on edge after all he already done by messing with the timestream but… the kid needed help and he could not turn him away. “What’s your name?” He asked the most important question, wanting to refer to him as something other than kid.

Was this going bad? It wasn’t going terrible. Barry kind of didn’t seem fond of the future talk which Bart wasn’t fond of either, but mostly because he couldn’t really say anything. He had a lot he wanted to say but he wasn’t about to ruin anything. Mainly because he would super hate it if he started to not exist. Not existing is a big no-no as far as Bart’s concerned. But Barry didn’t seem to bring it up after that and only asked his name. Ah, his name. That was going to be a kicker right there. After all what was the possibility that anybody not related to him would have his last name? It would put everything together real quickly. He bit his lip wondering how this was going to go but here they were. “Bart, Bart Allen.” He paused for a moment to let that sink in that way when he confirmed ‘yes, we are related’ it wouldn’t just be him thinking it. “Just going to go on and confirm that….yeah I am related to you.”

“Ta-da.” He held his arms out just a little like half presenting the idea it was him, maybe something would click and Barry may not need a test to prove it but let’s face it this was a big claim. He was completely ready for that. “I know that’s probably hard to believe but it’s the truth. My dad, your son named me after you.” He chuckled a little. He knew this could not sound any crazier than it already did, if he hadn’t of been the Flash for a few years Bart would probably have a harder time explaining it. Gawd, when did his heart start beating so fast? Well actually speedster’s hearts were always beating faster than normal heart rates but he could tell he kind of picked up a tempo due to the fear of rejection maybe. Maybe of acceptance because he wasn’t sure what that would mean in the end either but it was exciting. “We couldn’t find you when we first came here, Grandma Iris and me we just didn’t know when had landed and where was kind of a question for a while but we obviously fixed that. Time machines can be a little fickle but it was built on short notice. I don’t know what my Dad was thinking cause he did send us in apiece of junk but again short notice.”

“Still uh...maybe I’ll let you process this now...”

[30thcenturytourist]

fe-fist:

His latest trip out of New York had been more fruitful than he’d hoped for, but with the small green leatherbound notebook he’d found, he’d managed to unlock a great deal of the potential within himself. He wondered at times how this man he’d gotten the book from was able to do the things it depicted, but the proof was in the pudding.

He’d reserved the training space he was using, but he had no real qualms letting others use it if they wanted. They just needed to not be in his way when he got moving. He was working with his stick fighting when he tried to try out a newer manuever he’d learned. While working over a dummy, he charged his sticks with his chi as he struck out at it, causing the weapon to rip through it, leaving it in tatters. 

He turned slowly as he saw he was being watched. “Oh hey, I almost didn’t see you there….almost.”

If he wasn’t wondering what he wanted out of a place like this he might consider himself a little insane. Cause that looked awesome. Not like he needed to learn something like that really, after all he could basically run tackle someone into next Sunday with little to no effort. Imagine the boost that gave his punches. But doing something like that with super speed would be so wicked.

Of course it was also wickedly possible this dude would knock him out which is why he was way back away from him when he was moving. Watching the tattered remains of said beaten to death dummy –poor guy- he looked up when addressed and just smiled. “Nice dude.” He gave him two thumbs up. “Pretty sure that’s over kill but I’ll give style points for the wicked moves.” Wicked was his word today for some reason. “Where’s you learn that?”

[30thcenturytourist]

akagoddammit:

“Rude, but expected,” Jessica said, eyeing her camera for any signs of damage. But it looked the same as ever, not a scratch on it. “It’s New York, I’ve been pushed before. Most people aren’t polite enough to try and catch the shit they knock out of your hands,” she said pointedly. His smile was genuine, she could tell that much, but he was definitely holding something back. She was trained to look for the worst in people, to see secrets lurking beneath the surface. 

“Jessica. Jessica Jones,” she replied, dropping the camera and letting it hang freely around her neck. Its weight against her chest was oddly comforting, grounding in a way. “It happens,” she said, waving off his apology. “That’s why I work for myself, lunch breaks get to last as long as I want them to,” she said, smirking wryly. As if she ever stopped to eat, that was a goddamn joke. “There’s a food cart up the road, they’ve got killer chili fries. Come on,” she said, pushing past him through the crowd. “Like you said, lunch breaks only last so long. Where do you work?”

Bart blinked wide eyed for a moment but followed behind her none the less. After all the prospect of chili fries was hard to ignore. And hey company was awesome as far as he was concerned. He fell behind her moving through the crowds as well as was expected and replied, “Oh I don’t work…yet. Planning to soon considering I’m kind of living on my own but I got a bit of time before I have to worry about that.” He explained. Somehow his Grandmother had set him up pretty well situated in his current home. But he did want to be independent with summer coming. “I became a senior not too long ago.” Like a couple months ago. “Switched schools and all but I absolutely can’t stand the cafeteria food. Guess this counts as ditching?” He chuckled. “Well if I get caught.” This wasn’t his usual shtick but he did find himself sometimes sneaking out of school when it wasn’t necessary for him to be there. Bart knew a lot more than anyone was teaching him at the moment in hopes he could set himself up better here. He wanted to make an identity for himself soon.

 “So you’re a photographer or like is this newspaper related?”

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Send "Stay with me tonight." for my muse to spend a night with yours.

[30thcenturytourist]

Tag! You’re it! Barry&Bart

[30thcenturytourist]

30thcenturytourist:

barryallcnx:

There was no feeling that came close to the thrill of running through the speed force. It made Barry’s heart swell inside his chest like he was falling in love all over again every time. Getting the chance to run with another speedster only increased that feeling and he was grateful for this little surprise. Whoever this kid was he could sense that he was just trying to have some fun and Barry really needed some fun in his life these days.

The chase continued through the city and while it would be hard to explain this to the Panel, he doubted who or whatever they had tailing him everyday would be able to keep up with him now. Soon the kid was just going in circles until he ran up a tall building, Barry following closer behind him. When Barry was truly enjoying himself, beyond training and ignoring the desperate feeling of needing to go faster to save everyone, when he could just have fun was when he could run the fastest. Right now, he knew he could push himself to go faster but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want this game of a chase and the fun that came with it to end.

Of course, it did when the kid finally stopped on the roof of the building. “Family?” He questioned, heart pounding in his chest for an entirely different reason as he narrowed his eyes. Suspicion usually wasn’t his default setting but Barry couldn’t afford to be too trusting these days. “Look kid, I don’t know what this is about but you shouldn’t be showing off your powers like this,” he scolded the young speedster. The realization struck him that the Panel would love to have another speedster on their side and they knew about Wally but there was no way this kid had made their radar if they hadn’t told Barry about him. He still had a chance.

Bart scoffed, probably a bad time to show some hint that he didn’t give the Panel much thought but it was a small gesture to his feelings. They weren’t really on the fore front of his mind when it came to tonight and if they wanted him they would have to catch him. Or well Barry would, now his face twisted with a bit of regret towards that cause he didn’t want that between them -and okay he was thinking to far again he needed to pull back. He took a deep breath and returned his smile to his face holding his arms out and shrugging innocently, “Hey its hard not to run right? There’s just so long you can hold back before you want to feel the wind like no one else can...the speed force...”

He trailed off a bit there but he pulled himself back, this was his night to be open with Barry and he really wanted this to work out. “I just wanted to show you what I could do, I’ve been wanting to meet you for….well technically my whole life.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Like you have no idea I have been just waiting for the opportunity to meet you since I got here and what an adjustment that has been. Do you have any idea how vastly different everything is compared to….oh wait you wouldn’t know. I am getting ahead of myself here. Let me…” He paused. Wow this was unlike him. He hadn’t been this way once in his life that he could remember. Rambling was normal but he usually got to the point by now. He sighed and smiled.

“Look Barry, I have….sooooooo much to tell you that I don’t know where to start. Anymore. I had an idea but apparently I lost the plot. So I just wanna to be blunt with you.” Blunt was good. Blunt was the best way to go about this, it was basically Bart’s way. And really how do you explain that you’re from the future and that suddenly you’ve just made someone a grandfather? You don’t. There’s no way to explain properly without being blunt. Okay Bart’s lost the plot again, no more thinking. “Barry, I’m from the future, from the 30th century if you want me to be exact. I came back to this time looking for you, I needed your help. I was born with the speedforce rushing through my entire being just as it is now. My grandma brought me here cause she knew you could help me.”

[30thcenturytourist]

tricksareforvids:

          Today was slow. That was the main thing at the forefront of his mind right now. Though, fun fact, this was a thought that struck him most days. Especially nowadays with all the lying low because the government had just gone and decided it had an issue with all the capes flying around doing shit without their permission, yada yada. No heroes on the streets meant no challenge for their fun, which of course Axel took issue with in turn. And since they couldn’t even work for some extra cash handouts from these Panel guys, they were just left to sit around waiting for things to change again. To happen.

                        And in a city where nobody could or wanted to make things happen, deliberately, or at least not obviously, Axel was kinda purposeless. Which was terrible, for most people. Including the random guys and girls on the street who had to deal with him even on a fleeting basis. Talking their ear off, nosing his way into their business, getting involved in this or that; seriously this keeping his head down business was impossible. Unless he was just gonna lock himself in some vacationing family’s garage again and work on his shoes or some of his trick gadgets, but even that only held his attention for so long in the early hours.

                       Which made regular daytime a killer bore. Making the sudden collision with him by some stranger welcome. Something different, something happening. Finally. Even though his initial reaction gears up for irritation– especially since his PSP just got thrown from his hands, jeez, c’mon! -, by the time he turns around he’s slightly bewildered to find his handheld console already being held out to him again. Well whaddya know, the guy caught it for him. Okay. Cool.   Yeah, pretty cool, actually.

                             “Yeah, bro. Those reflexes were lightning. 

                                                                                     –You play?”

                                            Axel asked, taking his handheld from the other boy and lifting it up to indicate it as the subject of he was referring to. Made sense to him. Another guy, around his age, looked like the gamer-type. Would totally explain the reflexes. 

Bart smirked, “Oh yeah.” He reached into the side pocket of his backpack and produced his own PSP. If there was ever anything that was on Bart constantly besides his favorite hoodie and his goggles it was definitely his PSP. He wasn’t sure how he would be able to get through a day of long winded school days without it. This was his one of the only things able to keep him engaged for long periods of time. “Everyday dude, this is about the only thing that saves me from boredom in my chemistry class. Sometimes I’m pretty sure my teacher just continues to talk cause he likes hearing his own voice. Chemistry is not hard to teach and we can’t learn anything if we’re not doing anything. How hard is it to set up a simple experiment?”

He had almost been caught by his teacher a few times playing it but with super speed hiding something from someone for a few seconds till suspicion was gone wasn’t rocket science. He could pretty much get away with anything if he wanted to, but he settled with getting away with playing a few games while class dragged on. “Anyway sorry about knockin into you dude, I was just headed out to get some lunch. What they serve at the cafeteria is disgusting.” And not nearly enough to satisfy him. He also hadn’t brought any protein bars to help keep his hunger under control. Losing calories like he did caused him to need a snack more often then most. He was sure a couple subs could keep him going till later tonight.

Bart chuckled for a moment rubbing the back of his head and tried to brush dome of the curls from his face. “Whoops sorry dude, kinda almost went on a rant there.” He had to remember most people didn’t care to stop with someone for a long winded pointless rant they could probably careless about.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Concern.

[pxterparkour]

yourmusings:

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[30thcenturytourist]

Tag! You’re it! Barry&Bart

[30thcenturytourist]

barryallcnx:

Barry scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing heavily as he walked out of the precinct. After a city decided to make its home in the Hudson river many tips had filtered in and the criminals they arrested kept coming up with crazier and crazier alibis, trying to blame their crimes on aliens and meta-humans. It irritated the CSI to no end because it was baseless claims like these that increased the fear and mistrust of people like him and his friends.

The Panel wasn’t being of much help either. Even after he had proved himself to them countless times they were becoming more and more secretive which meant he would have to stick his neck out if he wanted answers. His thoughts and worries were becoming all consuming, weighing him down as he checked his bag one more time to make sure he had everything before he set off for his home. At least his unfortunately compliant performance as of late was getting him a break in assignments. He still had patrol but he could take a couple hours to himself at home, at least, that was the plan until he was suddenly pulled into an alleyway he was passing.

Not Wally, was his first thought, his second being worry because up until now at least half the speedsters he had encountered turned out to be monsters. It was a coin toss now but the childish voice that rang out to him dispelled his worries. This was just a kid and the speedster didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

Hiding his bag behind the dumpster, he flashed off, following at the boy’s heels in a game of super tag. “Who are you?” He shouted out as they zipped through the city, leaving behind twin trails of lightning.

Bart laughed as he speed along with Barry close by. Were they evenly match or was Barry slowing down cause he didn’t think he could go any faster? Bart didn’t take that as an insult really because he did wanna have some fun. Wouldn’t be fun if Barry cheated and just tackled him to the ground. The guy looked like he could use some fun for a change. He looked sluggish and worn, stress from the job? Stress from what was considered the life of a hero in these days? While he could speculate on his grandfathers health all he wanted he knew what made him happy he was down. It was that no matter what he felt like was chasing him he could always out run it and give himself a break. For a good forty miles or so.

He turned a corner and slid over a car which was stopped at the light he might add. He wasn’t about to dodge over moving cars. He didn’t want to cause accidents, he just needed to get by. Bart wasn’t entirely sure where he wanted this chase to lead. Somewhere private was probably the best idea, he would need some room to breath. Oh hey look a tall building. He thought and suddenly decided upon his last destination but he would run around it for awhile just to keep Barry on his toes.

“Aw c’mon Barry!” Bart called back. “That’s not how this games played!” He said and took a sharp turn to one of the taller buildings in this part of the city and ran up the side. He got to the top and stopped short almost running off that side but he caught his balance on the edge. He sighed in relief and turned around because hey it didn’t take Barry long to catch up to him. “I mean I gotta know how fast I have to go to catch up to you. I plan on taking the title of fastest boy alive from Wally. I mean not in a bad way like friendly competition way. Ya know, between family members.”

[30thcenturytourist]

akagoddammit:

Jessica was used to crowds. She’d lived in NYC for her entire life, and Hell’s Kitchen sometimes felt like the most crowded place in the goddamn world. But that didn’t mean she liked them. It was impossible, no matter how mean a face she wore, or how sharp she made her elbows, someone always ran into her, or touched her as they brushed past.

Or knocked her goddamn camera out of her hands. 

If it had been literally anything else – not that she owned much – she wouldn’t have cared. But that camera was irreplaceable, not because it was particularly nice (it was kind of shit, really) but because it was hers. The first thing she’d bought with her own goddamn money after moving out of Trish’s, the only thing she actually cared about. Not enough to remember to wear the goddamn neckstrap all the time, though, which is why it was tumbling out of her hands, heading straight for the pavement. She opened her mouth, ready to drown out the sound of a crunching lens with cursing. “Son of a bit– ”

But then – she wasn’t even sure what happened. Probably because she goddamn blinked. One second her camera was headed for the ground hard, and the next, some kid was handing back to her. She hadn’t even seen him through the crowd.

“Lucky,” she repeated, disbelievingly. People kept walking, the swarm moving around them. She lifted the strap around her neck, because it was only a matter of time before someone knocked into one of them. She didn’t trust her luck – or this kid’s – to hold up a second time. 

“Good thing you were fast on your feet,” she murmured, looking over the camera for damage before glancing up at him. “I owe you. What’s your name?”

Slick. Bart thought to himself because hey that was a seamless catch right there which meant there was no detection. The last thing he needed anyone to know was he had powers. There was no good to come of that. He was also glad that he had moved without thinking cause that camera would have definitely shattered if he let it fall to the ground. He smiled at her, she could be mad and shove him or something which was what he learned a lot of people would do here in New York if you gave them the chance. He was already liking her. “Nah, you don’t owe me. I did kinda push you aside that was rude of me. But ya know...” He said gesturing to the continuous traffic of the side walk. The only place not hindered by the crowd was the alley ways. “Kinda learned a while back that if you don’t push through you’re more likely to get trampled on.”

He guessed her should have taken the alley ways now that he thought about it. It would have been easy to slip by all the noise and people and no one would have caught him unless he wanted to be caught. They may catch a glimpse of him but there’s no way they could tell it was him. However with the city falling he was slightly hesitant to make a moves like that a regular thing. Well during the day anyway. “My names Bart, again sorry about knocking into you. I was kinda in a hurry. Lunch breaks only last so long. What’s your name?”

[30thcenturytourist]

mirrorsofice:

“New to the big city, I’m sure we’re not the only ones.” he smiled slightly, “Seems we picked a very tumultuous time to move, hmm?” he asked, thoughts drifting to the city which had recently fell, it was bound to be full of many exceptional people, maybe he could find what he was looking for there. Or if not, there were plenty of heroes and villains who could become what he needed. All it would take was time, and then he’d have what he wanted.

He chuckled at the enthusiasm and began walking over to his shop. He was in no hurry, and ever since his accident he rarely ran unless he had to. “Let me guess, school or college?” he asked lightly, unlocking the door and stepping inside, the little bell jingling as he did. “Hello Bart, my name is Frederic Nicolas. And this is Any Given Sundae.” he said, gesturing around him at the shop.  

"Guess we know when to make an appearance? Its pretty cool though right? I’ve been wondering what the Inhumans home looks like. It kinda sucks the government has been taking this whole...war direction. “ Logically Bart could see why some might be scared but really for a city that spent so much time away from them to just come crashing down and for their to be no contact was pretty suspicious. Seemed more like the people needed help.

“Senior year man, I shouldn’t be complaining but I am super ready for some more advanced type learning in college, the advanced classes in high school are still moving just a little slow for me.” Bart chuckled upon hearing the name of the shop. “You think you’re punny huh?”

[seriousfic]