_nick_green (_nick_green) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2012-01-21 14:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2012 01, character: april kepner, character: dominic vail, character: sam hanna, dead: nick green |
RP: Nick/Anyone
Who: Nick/Anyone who might be looking
When: 1-21-12, afternoon
Where: Out in the field, on the farm
Summary: Sam should've known better.
Nick woke up at the decent hour of noon on Saturday. He loved the weekends. After cleaning the bathroom and eating lunch, he threw on his jacket and told April that he was going outside to practice.
He waved at Eliot and Tim on his way into the pasture, past all the cattle standing around munching hay. It was windy outside, but it didn't bother Nick as he trudged further and further away from the main buildings into the wide-open fields. He finally decided on a spot where he could still see the houses and buildings but wouldn't be bothered.
Folding himself into the crunchy brown grass, Nick started practicing making tiny things again. Proportional ants, flies, and moths. Getting them to form took concentration but he could do it. Getting them to move at that size made it feel like he'd been smacked in the head by a baseball bat.
Of course, as time passed, Nick got bored, and the animals got bigger. He let his mind work through zoo animals, keeping them formed for as long as possible as he added more varieites. Soon, surrounding him were elephants, giraffes, lions, tigers, gorillas, penguins, polar bears, and seals. They wandered around for a bit before the carnage erupted. Making realistic looking blood and guts took as much concentration as the little guys.
Nick eventually gave up on the animals and went to design more fun things, like tanks. He worked hard to get it right from the movies and pictures he'd seen. He got two of them up and then wondered if he could make a fighter jet, too. Excited and popping off small uncontrolled bursts of light, Nick went to work on the jet.
Once crafted, the jet took flight, flying low over the field as far as he could make it, towards the houses and back in his direction. He put the tanks in motion, trying to make them aim at the jet as it circled the range. It was hard making it all work at once; his mind divided between the activities as well as keeping the light-creations appearing solid and exacting. It helped that it was so cool.
"Come on, guys, there isn't much time before you're blasted by the jet," Nick urged on the tanks. The tanks trundled and swung the turret-thing. The jet circled back and released a barage of light-bullets one of them. Too bad he couldn't make noise, except with his mouth. Which he did. "Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, clink clink clink, ping."
Covering a hand over his mouth, he turned into the fighter pilot. "Enemy engaged. Swinging back around to take fire a second time." The jet banked by the houses again and came towards him and the tanks. "Targeting..."
The jet fighter released another barage of faux bullets at the tank he'd previously shot at, with more sound effects. "Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop!" Nick worked to make it appear as if the tank was really getting struck.
As the fighter flew past towards the open field again, Nick had the second tank get a bead on the jet. The tank fired off a shell. Nick realized, as the shell sailed through the air, he'd forgotten there'd be kickback on the tank. He'd fix that next go around.
The shell flew with trails of fire behind it and missed the jet as it maneuvered quickly. Nick's hand went over his mouth to play the pilot again. "Ha-ha! You suck ass, tank jockeys." He made the jet bank and head back in his direction. This power rocked!