Jeno "Ferrari" Ferrano (ferrano) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-04-06 09:02:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
Entry tags: | april brennan, ~jeno ferrano |
WEEK 13 Monday 3:00PM
WHO: Jeno and April, and OPEN
WHERE: The Keep
WHAT: Jeno experimenting discovers his power...
WHEN: W13 Monday
WARNINGS: Probably just language
STATUS: Closed and complete.
Jeno had left his cabin, and carefully made his way through the new landscape toward the Keep. He had a mission in mind, and due to the dire warnings given to him so far, he decided he'd better summon what ever super power he'd been given. As he walked through the hot muggy foliage, he looked skyward, raised up his hands, and screamed out, "Next week, my Malibu Beach house, yeah? Mostly the Beach and the Bar, and a slut or three! Thanks!" he said as he saluted the unseen eyes with his right hand, and then went into the Keep. "Alone... at last...." he said aloud. He was doing a lot more talking to himself aloud these days. A coping mechanism since who didn't love the sound of their own voice? He looked around the Keep, and tried to decide what to try first. He stood in the center of the main part of the room thinking of what powers he had seen in the others, and then tried to run through a list of Comic Book characters to pick ones to try. After a few moments, one came to mind, and he looked around the room.
"Hmmm... Need a test subject..." he said aloud, then walked over to the kitchen and dug around in the cupboards, and the trash until he found a paper bag. Jeno sat down at a table and crumpled the bag up into a ball. He placed the paper ball in his palm and again began to concentrate on it. "Burn.... Ignite... Inferno... Scottatura!" he commanded, and after concentrating until his eyes were going blurry, he dropped the paper ball onto the counter and rubbed his fingers into his eyes. "I don't think I'm a flamer..." he muttered.
After a couple of moments, he went and got a glass of water, then returned to the counter and focused on the ball of paper again. He focused on it, and thought this time of movement. "Move...." he muttered and once again held up his hand, palm towards the ball, and thought about moving it, pushing it. Nothing. In frustration, he knocked the paper ball to the floor and took a long drink of the water. After he had, he clicked his tongue several times. "Dammit." he swore, still tasting that metallic taste in his mouth no matter what he ate, or drank.