Vance Armstrong (boysilhouette) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-30 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | vance harlow, vox bishop |
Who: Vox and Vance
What: Vance kicks superhero ass and Vox determines if he's a worthwhile specimen.
When: like right now Friday May 30th, afternoon/early evening
Where: Utopia
Warnings: Too much awesome for you to handle. People try to kill the boys.
Status: COMPLETE
Life wasn't awful for Vance Faraday. Sure, it could be better - when couldn't it? - but he didn't have too much room to complain. Maybe he'd like to know more about Random Stranger who'd followed his sister home (but she was gay, right? not that it made him feel that much better - guys were threatening anyway. he just thought he'd be pulling the 'I have a shotgun and know how to use it' big brother antics on a female, not the master of cushion-roasting), or have a conversation with his dad that didn't go somewhere like, "Are you sure you don't want to wear a mask as Atlas?" Yes, dad, he knows what he's doing. He's an adult. Gosh. Maybe the most of his concerns revolved enrolling in Keyes college, redetermining his path outside of heroing, trying to draw the line with Stars and Stripes that sounded a lot like, "I can't help with the poison gas situation in St. Agnes, I have an organic chem class in ten minutes." He missed the people he'd gotten to know in the short time he'd spent in New York and despite how easily he made friends, he was still apprehensive to start somewhere new. These peers would be people he'd saved or people he'd let down, or the family and friends of those he'd saved or let down. It was an unusual kind of pressure. But he went to work anyway because S&S paid the bills, and quite nicely. As dusk settled over the city, stretching long rectangular shadows until the major source of light from the street were those few upper-floor windows still catching light, he patrolled for what was a rumored cell of insurgents in Utopia. Of course there would be. This dumphole and the Rails were rife with them. As he came across the warehouse they were reported to be located inside, he was jarred from his focus by the sight of another guy nearby looking...normal-ish? "Hey." He whispered at the guy, who couldn't have been very far in age from himself. "Get behind something, okay?" |