Who: Bart and Roxy What: Meeting and hanging out When: Sunday October 15th, midday Where: Ravenmoore, a small diner. Rating/Warning: Low to None Status: Closed and in progress
The life of a speedster was never truly dull, not when the young man could literally be anywhere in the world in just the blink of an eye. Oh Bart struggled with the downsides of his gifts to be sure; the endless hunger that came with his freakish metabolism, and the fact that he was forced to watch the rest of the world drag by around him at a snail's pace. Still aside from suffering through meetings that seemed to take forever, and the occasional need to buy a new pair of sneakers after having melted through yet another perfectly good set of kicks...well Bart loved being himself. There were moments of doubt that every hero faced, moments of sadness and sorrow that came with the gig. Yet despite the simple fact that he always knew he'd die young; while probably saving the life of a civilian, the speedster never faltered in his duty. The superhero gig aside though, the hardest thing to deal with was the down time between missions. Since sitting still wasn't in his nature, and trying to watch television in super slow motion just sucked, most of his time was spent literally running across the globe. In truth that boredom was part of why he agreed to come to Preya; a chance to check out new things and places.
Most of his outings here were typically centered around finding cool places to eat, so when he discovered that there was a killer diner with some awesome pie in Preya, well it was a great place to go. A gust of wind and the chime of the bell above the door happened so quickly, yet there was no apparent cause of either. However to a perceptive person it was easy enough to spot the sudden arrival of a young man in a red hoodie was obvious. A moment before the seat at the diner counter had been vacant, but now the new arrival was sitting there with a strange grin on his face. The youthful features and baggy clothing were easy enough to recognize as belonging to an older teen, but there was a touch of seriousness in the stranger's eyes the spoke volumes of having seen more then possible for supposedly being a teenager.
Whatever his age the speedster's smile lit up as he called out to the waitress, and even the older woman seemed happy to see him. "Pie me, Nancy!" His chuckle was warm and sounded so genuine, but the smile never quite reached those eyes. Even as he spoke again, the wolfish smile grew. "Man know's it's only been a day or two but i've been craving that apple pie something terrible! Don't suppose I can get two...nah, ya better make it three whole pies this time, chica!" The waitress laughed as she nodded her head in agreement, and as the older lady made her way to the kitchen the young man vanished again...this time suddenly appearing in the booth right across from where Roxy was sitting. "Hola chica! I totes know you, right? Think we chatted it up a bit when I first got here?"