skinnyavenger (skinnyavenger) wrote in mandalus, @ 2013-06-03 20:18:00 |
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[Action] Time for a Different Tune
Steve blinked in the sunshine that bounced off his brand new jewelery which had somehow molded into his skin. He tapped it with a finger but nothing happened. It was stuck solid.
It had been a strange day for young Steve. One moment, he had been screaming in agony as Doctor Erskine's formula was being pumped into his body, forcing him to morph into something completely new, and then suddenly he was being manhandled into one cuff without the chain.
His arms felt sluggish as he walked, as though he'd been swimming laps at the local pools for hours on end. Maybe that was an effect of the formula or the bracelet. Eventually he'd ask someone but everyone was going about their business. Even though he was bigger (and judging by his hands alone, he was much bigger), he was still forgettable. But should he have expected anything different? Probably not.
In his hand was a shiny, black device. It looked a little like a hand-held radio but smaller and with plenty more buttons. An impossibly little screen showed a map of the place with a bright red spot blinking in the middle. As he walked, the spot stayed where it was but the map changed. Maybe he was the spot. At least, that was the only reason for the spot which made sense. He supposed that it could have been anything, but if that were the case, shouldn't it be moving?
After long walk, Steve arrived at a tall complex. The map zoomed in to reveal a layout of the building. He wasn't exactly comfortable with entering a building he didn't live in or wasn't invited into, but it wasn't as if he'd chosen to come here. Wherever 'here' is because it certainly wasn't Brooklin. Again, he followed the maps that changed around the glowing red dot. He went up stairs, followed a corridor and stopped when the map shut off.
His name was on a door.