Rocky DeSantos (fool_me_once) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-21 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam park, rocky desantos |
Who: Rocky and Adam
What: Rocky arrives in the bad side of town, lucky him.
When:Monday night.
where: cyber cafe then to the streets.
Warnings: Maybe PG-13 highest? some random action?..I dunno.
So far, Rocky wasn't loving L.A. It hurt his head. 2005? How in the world did that happen. What did it mean? It should mean his pain was non existent, but it was there throbbing dully as he took a break from the computer in the cyber cafe he found. He'd been told to stay indoors that the night was dangerous, but honestly how much longer could he hide from the world? He was a power ranger once after all. He still had his skills as a martial artist.
He stood, and pushed away from the desk and into the crisp night air at least the rain had let up a little. Somehow, he had to get in touch with Adam, or Tommy, hell he'd even pay good money to hear Alphas voice about now screaming in confusion over his communicator over his lost in time self. Sadly, it didn't seem to matter just how many times he hit the button on the watch to contact them. Nobody answered, it felt like the twilight zone. "Alpha, Tommy, Adam? Come in. It's Rocky..Alpha!?" He was getting frustrated. He pressed the next button in hopes to teleport back to the command center. Nothing.
What had happened? He remembered...his communicator malfunctioning in Angel Grove. Then what? That didn't explain how he went back in time. Staring up at the night sky, he shivered and folded his arms. He should have dressed warmer wearing only a red tank top and slacks, but hey it wasn't like he was counting on being sucked into a time warp. The moon was high in the sky, and there weren't many lights about, but he didn't need lights to see movement near by, or to hear the collapse of a trash can in an alley barely a skip step away. "..Now I'm just being paranoid, it's got to be a cat." He muttered out loud in hopes his voice would scare it away and continued towards the sound. Squinting into the darkness, he frowned. "I never was a cat person." There was something in there it wasn't a cat but a fang toting monster covered in shadows. He looked over his shoulder in attempt to go back inside. The cafe had closed, he lost track of time, and now he was in trouble. This was adding up to be one hell of a day.