WHO:Bridge Carson and Zoicite WHAT:Thoughts and a bit of trouble? (evil types would be good for this, but really anyone will do! :D) WHEN:Tuesday night WHERE:The city RATING:Pg-13/Rish
Bridge hadn't been himself for a while. He hated it. He felt so angry all the time since he got to Angel grove and it wasn't part of who he was. Then again he was human. Even the most cheerful people could have a sad day every now and then, but he felt like somehow he was trapped in a downward spiral of it lately and didn't know how to break free. He loved Chloe. She loved Clark. Ashley had Andros. Everyone had somebody except for him, everybody had a color to match except him. Where did he fit?
These were the types of thoughts the red ranger was thinking as he walked through the busy city not quite paying attention to where he was going. Or how long he'd been walking. All he knew was that a light rain started to pour, and he scoffed at it as the cool water dampened his hair and matted it against his face. He should have brought an umbrella but part of him didn't want it. He just wanted to be alone in the downpour and try to figure out where he belonged.
The city seemed almost surreal lately, like some vivid nightmare. Even with the light rain blurring his vision he could tell something wasn't right. The colors weren't as vibrant as they had been the day before. He stood on the sidewalk with one glove removed from his hand and the other trying to place all the aura's and where they stood, who they belonged too. Not realizing that he'd spaced out and in that moment, someone had rushed straight into him and his concentration was broken. It felt like the air was knocked from him as the psychic link was disturbed.