sky tate (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spdemergency) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} parabolical,@ 2009-08-02 19:16:00 |
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WHO: Sky Tate & Jack Landors
WHAT: Sky goes for a run. Danger be damned - he's an effing Power Ranger - and runs into Jack who's handling some business.
WHERE: Park.
WHEN: Early Evening.
RATING: PG-13, for cursing and violence?
Sky went for a run. Night had fallen and he knew that he should probably stay in what with all the monsters out and about stalking, killing, and maiming but that was the point, wasn't it? Why did he have to put his life on hold when he'd been kicking evil ass for a while now? He as a Ranger. An SPD officer. He wasn't about to let some low lives dictate what the hell he was going to do. So, Sky was out for a run. Deal with it, he told the world.
Sky wasn't stupid, though. He wouldn't leave without some sort of protection.
So, zipping up his hoodie, he slipped in his head phones, checked for the SPD morpher in his back pocket, and the stake he'd found on the floor, then headed for the park. As insane as it was to want to go there, he kind of liked earthy places. It reminded him of home a bit. He half wondered if he could set up an SPD office here.
Eventually, though, as with all best laid plans, there came a snag. Sky had stopped to catch his breath, bringing his brisk run to a slow jog to a walk, he came to a stand still as he bent over taking deep breaths before standing up and wiping off the sweat from his face. From the corner of his eye, he could see a shadow move. He hated shadows. It could be a good thing or a bad thing. He wasn't sure yet.
Sky turned back, pulling the headphone out of his ear, and said, "Jack?" It was sad that his first instinct was to hope it was Jack. What did that say about him? Or maybe he just wanted it to be Jack. He hadn't exactly been the most tolerable roommate. Sure, he cooked and cleaned and all that. But he wasn't Jack Landor's fucking wife, thank you. Sky needed a life too.
"Hello?" Hopefully his life wouldn't end before it began.
WHAT: Sky goes for a run. Danger be damned - he's an effing Power Ranger - and runs into Jack who's handling some business.
WHERE: Park.
WHEN: Early Evening.
RATING: PG-13, for cursing and violence?
Sky went for a run. Night had fallen and he knew that he should probably stay in what with all the monsters out and about stalking, killing, and maiming but that was the point, wasn't it? Why did he have to put his life on hold when he'd been kicking evil ass for a while now? He as a Ranger. An SPD officer. He wasn't about to let some low lives dictate what the hell he was going to do. So, Sky was out for a run. Deal with it, he told the world.
Sky wasn't stupid, though. He wouldn't leave without some sort of protection.
So, zipping up his hoodie, he slipped in his head phones, checked for the SPD morpher in his back pocket, and the stake he'd found on the floor, then headed for the park. As insane as it was to want to go there, he kind of liked earthy places. It reminded him of home a bit. He half wondered if he could set up an SPD office here.
Eventually, though, as with all best laid plans, there came a snag. Sky had stopped to catch his breath, bringing his brisk run to a slow jog to a walk, he came to a stand still as he bent over taking deep breaths before standing up and wiping off the sweat from his face. From the corner of his eye, he could see a shadow move. He hated shadows. It could be a good thing or a bad thing. He wasn't sure yet.
Sky turned back, pulling the headphone out of his ear, and said, "Jack?" It was sad that his first instinct was to hope it was Jack. What did that say about him? Or maybe he just wanted it to be Jack. He hadn't exactly been the most tolerable roommate. Sure, he cooked and cleaned and all that. But he wasn't Jack Landor's fucking wife, thank you. Sky needed a life too.
"Hello?" Hopefully his life wouldn't end before it began.