Scott Free (suckithoudini) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-07-02 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, midnighter, mr. miracle |
Who: Apollo, Midnighter, Mister Miracle
What: Apollo and Midnighter sense a disturbance in the Force. Surprise! It’s a New God.
Where: A field outside of Big Horn, Montana
When: Sunday, July 1st
Rating: PG-13
Scott lay on his back on the ground, staring up at the sky. He was still bleeding from the back of his ribs and his busted lip. His jaw hurt and so did one eyebrow over a slightly swollen eye-- but that was what he got for going back to Apokolips. He’d had just enough strength to close the Boom Tube behind him, to prevent the Female Furies, Parademons and other Apokoliptian nasties from following him back to Earth. His mask was tucked into his belt, his costume ripped and missing the cape, and Mother Box was pinging, softly but incessantly. He knew he should get up and deal with these wounds and get out of the middle of the field he was lying in-- but Scott was tired. Maybe he could just take a little nap and then--
“Ping! Ping! Ping!” Upset with being ignored, Mother Box’s pings grew louder and more assertive.
“Just five minutes.” Scott murmured to her, already starting to close his eyes.
“PING! PING! PING!” She chimed back, relentlessly.
“Fine. Fine.” He groaned and sat up enough to reach back and touch the wounds in his back. Yeah. They definitely hurt, still. He managed to tug the mostly torn sleeve off of his shirt and knotted it around his ribcage to apply pressure to the bleeding messes between his lower ribs.
That done, he lay back in the field again, watching the summer crop sway in the wind over his head, streaking the blue sky with gold and green as the corn danced in front of the blue backdrop. Scott smiled. He’d always liked the blue sky of Earth- the bright colors of plants and trees-- so much more peaceful than the cloying ash greys, blacks, and ember reds of Apokolips.
Yawning, he wondered how long he had been gone. When he’d left in 1999, he’d told Oberon he would only be gone a week or so-- and in Apokolitian time, that was true. He had been gone about a week and a half... but time moved differently on Earth, or so Scott would soon come to learn.
But for now, he dropped his head back in the soft soil and muttered to Mother Box, “Wake me up in ten minutes.” Just a little nap... that was all he needed, then he’d see about getting somewhere less... field-y.