Bruce Banner (hulkedout) wrote in braveandthebold, @ 2013-05-31 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: hell on earth, character: hulk, character: killshot, character: supergirl |
WHO: Ira (well, the Hulk) & YOU
WHEN: 05/31
WHERE: Bludhaven
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Hulk felt it before Ira even saw it.
It was easy to tell something was wrong in the air, in even a place like the one he had chosen to move into. Howie had suggested he move into one of his apartments that he just simply owned for the sake of owning. Ira figured any damage his much larger ego could inflict would be less noticeable in a place that was already falling apart rather than anything else. No one would argue with the fact they had a new skylight if he hulked out where the public may have been close but they kept to themselves. The fear usually was taken care of because he took care of the issue without any meditations, without any special training. He just went with the age old method of throwing drugs at it and hoping it went away. If he needed something taken care of...there was no better way then doing that at this junction in his life. It was either that or suffer the hulk at any moment anger got the better of him, or anything of the like. Needless to say, being invited over for dinner and ending up having sex was the most terrifying moment in his life. Not because he thought he would be terrible at it. That was actually the futherest thing from his mind. No, he was terrified of killing Edie. Even in that moment, despite her reassurances and the belief she had for him.
Nevertheless, they had both survived. There was more of a breath relief for Edie than for him really in all of this. His mind was still lingering on everything else that he really wasn't paying attention to anything else in the world. Despite the fact that he was aware of his environment even when he was acting a bit scatterbrained his life choices. He was somewhat proud of them as of late. He was with his friends again. Usually hiding away in Howie's workshop and instead of helping Eve by getting him to stop working -- he usually was talking to him while he worked. Ira usually fiddling on one of the many electronics in his workshop or drinking decaf coffee. Something about caffeine didn't really agree with him. Or his condition as he typically put it. He didn't need its' aid to keep him up. All he needed was something simulating to keep him up. Usually accidental fires could do that. Or right at this moment, watching a "homeless man" skitter in front of his line of sight. Whilst he wasn't hyper aware of the on-goings of the world around him. Something told him people didn't crawl around in a surge of...Exorcist-style crawling in Jersey. He almost swore he didn't even see it simply because the fact the thing, as he was classifying it now, was gone. Or at least out of his line of sight as he scrubbed his hands over his eyes, checking his watch with the light blinked at him '1:00am'.
It wasn't even that late to think he was imagining things as he started walking faster, pulling his bag closer to him before digging out his phone. The sad fact that he really only had two numbers on his speed-dial suddenly became a painful reality as he dialed Howie's number...which went straight to voice-mail. "Howie? Howie, answer your fucking phone." Ira's tone sounded a bit panicked for a moment, the skittering noise he had previously returning before he ended the call and dialed once again. Walking even faster. "You know, you should really have your phone on you at all times. I'm just saying...emergencies could happen. Or I'm just being paranoid with everything that's going on." He paused as he whipped around a corner, continuing walking just as the skittering continued. "I'm probably not. I'm usually not paranoid. Howie, pick up please."
He ended the call and dialed again.
"Howie...I think I'm being followed..." He was sure the fact that he was running, partnered with heavy breathing just meant this sounded weird at this point. He was about to continue with his one-sided conversation before the same "person" he had seen previously dropped down in front of him still on its' hands and feet. Its' head twisted sickening around before pushing itself off the ground, bones creaking as its limbs corrected themselves in a standing position. Ira stared a moment in horror as it stood with its back to him for what seemed like years. When the response of 'flight or fight' came up in Ira Banner, he was usually running for the hills. The demon turned around, letting loose a blood-curdling screech before Ira did the first thing that came to mind. He tossed his cell phone at the demon's head before running as fast as his legs could carry him. Ira's first instinct wasn't to get somewhere secure at this point, it was trying to find somewhere abandoned lest the creature caught up with him. He knew this was a strong possibility, judging from how the thing moved previously -- he knew it was probably a step ahead of him already. Ira knew from the fact that he couldn't think of any abandoned places on the top of his head that this was going to end badly. His heart sank the moment he felt himself being thrown aside.
It was his nature to fight the hulk, even as he was tossed again the moment the demon caught up to his flailing body. His skin turning green as he collapsed forward with a scream, he vaguely recalled a couple people. The people around here did well by avoiding confrontation and getting mixed up in things they shouldn't. His body morphed around him until all there was was anger as Hulk reached out to grab the demon that had attacked him. That had attacked Ira.