|Bridge Carson (its_buttery) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2008-07-21 16:06:00
|Entry tags:||bridge carson, clark kent (future)|
Who:Bridge and Clark Kent (future)
What: He can't control his powers- to much evil living in his hotel.
When: Shortly after his post.
He had never been so exhausted in his life. Since he arrived in the past he hadn't slept, not like he slept at home either. Being a power ranger didn't allow for much of it, but now he slept even less and lived in fear of the evil he couldn't control. The evil he felt every two seconds walk through the old style front doors, up the stairs, and past his room. He felt something watching him, even through the protective gloves that usually kept his powers under control. But this place was like a vampire haven. It was no surprise the undead aura's slipped straight through his gloves like ghosts through solid objects. He couldn't have been much older than seventeen. His "suite" was run down. The bed unmade, he hadn't touched it-mostly because he didn't like what his aura scans had picked up.
So he sat there on the floor crouched between the corner of the wall and back against a lamp stand beside the bed. He'd given Clark his address even though he didn't know weather or not the man himself was one of these evils. What if Clark was trying to hook up with the evils and using him to do it? The thought crossed his mind, but something about the guy seemed trustworthy and soothed some of his shot nerves. He seemed to genuinely want to help.