Thor (wheresmyhammer) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2010-06-14 01:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | comic books, thor |
There's no point trying to hide it.
Who: Comic Books (pulp_fiction) and Thor (wheresmyhammer)
What: Everyone's looking for something.
Where: Manhattan, around Greenwich Village.
When: September 1963
Warnings: A bit of swearing here and there, nothing too bad I don't think.
Something had been bothering him for the past couple of years - something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but it made him feel different. Perhaps he was being overly-paranoid, noticing the way people looked at him, but for the first time in many centuries he felt a surge of power he thought had long ceased to exist. It was more than that though - he was changing, and not in a way he particularly liked or could control.
It didn't show on his face, but he could feel everything that was strange and different. He woke up the other day hearing the clock on his wall ticking as if the clock was made two hundred years ago and sat inside his ear canal, pounding against his ear drums as the second hand ticked away. Then there were times when he just felt... uncertain. He was feeling a pull toward certain personality traits he didn't think he embodied, and it was making him feel like he was having very, very late onset of schizophrenia.
None of it really mattered for now; he had larger issues to consider. Finding permanent accommodation, for example. He had been house-hunting for two weeks now and while for some people that was just the beginning stages of finding a place to stay for the rest of their lives - which might span forty or sixty years - Thor thought it was taking too long for a house he planned on living in, on and off, for a few centuries to come.
Picking up a flyer outside of a real estate agent office, a half-gone cigarette dangling from his lips, Thor flipped through the brochure as he meandered down the cobblestone footpath, occasionally glancing up around him before burying himself back into the pictures and advertisements.