hulkling_altman (hulkling_altman) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-24 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | hulkling |
Who: Teddy Altman "Hulkling". (Open)
When:5/24/12 (Afternoon)
Where: New York City
What: Teddy tries to do a bit of crime fighting and is salvaged only by borrowing a well-known heroes face, namely Mr. Fantastic.
Rating:Some cussing.
So this is why superheroes knock criminals out.
Teddy watched the man sitting next to him on the curb try to catch his breath as he sobbed, then wiped snot on his gun-arm's sleeve with an unpleasant sniff.
"She's goin' t'leave me! I jus' know it, man!" He looked at Teddy with his puffy eyes, hard and edgy with drug-use. "Buy y'ain't got girl trouble, d'ya? Nah, cause you're Mr. Fantastic."
Teddy would like to not have been at that moment. But yes, that was whom he appeared to be.
It wasn't necessarily that he would consider himself at the wrong place at the wrong time. Really, if he was going to start doing this superhero thing, that meant when you stumbled across someone who was doing a bad job of trying to steal a car, you tried to stop them, right?
Well, the man had wheeled around at his yell and stuck the shaking barrel of a glock in his face.
Teddy was a shapeshifter. He knew he was tough. Knew he had some elastic and armoring properties ... He had no idea what a bullet to the head would do to him, especially at close range, and he wasn't eager to try it. Which meant bluffing out of the situation. He had shift to the side of the gun with a "whoa!", and changed as he went. "Easy there!"
The man had enough toxins in his system that he had done a bit of a doubletake, then stepped away, hands up, exclaiming a surprise, then grabbed at his hair and cursed, looking around, and before Teddy could even say anything else, broke into sobs about how of all the people to bust him, it had to be Mr. Fucking Fantastic. Then the man had knelt down, asking to not be hit in the face, and Teddy really couldn't bring himself turn the idiot thug's request down.
So instead he had coaxed him rather easily to sit and calm down. The man still had his gun, dangling off one knee, but no longer with his finger wrapped in the trigger. He'd been agreeable when Teddy let him know he was calling the police. So now there they sat, Teddy with the 911 operator on his phone continuing to monitor them as the police were on their way and the failed car thief telling all his life problems to "Mr. Fantastic".
"Well," Teddy said, his voice sounding odd to him as he made it as much like the stretchy Fantastic Four member as possible. He did a fine job of it, actually. "I can't blame her for not wanting to be with you with your habits. I mean, you said she's your baby momma, right? You can't have that around a kid."
"I know," the man sniffled. "I jus'... Can't seem to get away from it, you know?" He set the gun on the concrete, wiping his hands on his dirty jeans. "It sucks you in, hard co'e."
Teddy eyed the gun. He would have grabbed it, but the man flinched something awful anytime he made sudden moves, afraid of being hit. "Can't say I know from personal experience. You've never been in rehab before?"
"Nah, nah, man. You sure they'll let me into rehab?"
"Yes, I'm sure." That's what they did in prison, right? He looked down at the voice from the phone.
"The police should be there any second now, sir."
"Thank you," Teddy told the 911 operator. He looked to the drugged man, palm up. "So you're going to behave?"
The man nodded eagerly, eyes redder than ever.
"Good. Need you to do me a favor though. Are you listening? You don't want the police to come up with you being armed. Do you understand why?"
"Oh... Ohhh, right, I gotcha. Yeah, I don' wan' shot at." He looked to the offered hand and scooped the gun up. "So stupid. It ain' even loaded, watch--." He had pointed it away and the loud bang deafened Teddy's ear. The man jumped a mile, eyes popping. Teddy was in shock for half a second at the gunshot before he snatched at the piece from the shocked would-be thief.
"Give me that!" he snapped. "You could have seriously hurt someone!"
The 911 operator was trying to frantically gain their attention to get an update on the situation as the man wailed apologies and again asked to not be hit in the face. "An accident! I swear! I didn' know!" he was still saying as the police pulled up. A young woman and her boyfriend had stopped their crossing of the street when they heard the shot, her cell phone camera out to record everything.
"Cool! Mr. Fantastic!"
Time to leave. Teddy put the gun on the sidewalk, hung up the phone, and got to his feet as the officers swarmed the thief and had him lay face down for cuffing. One of the police officers stopped him quickly, thanking him and shaking his hand. Teddy mumbled a no problem to them and hurried on.
Yeah. That did not go well.
He ducked into an alley, reverting back to his natural form, hand coming up to tug on his earrings. "Man. From now on hit first, reason later..." He then snuck away from the entire commotion, putting it out of his mind as best he could.