npc journal (savingthenpc) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-07-04 14:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase beckett, edith olson, npc, samuel shepard, siobhan nolan, vance harlow, violet bishop, vox bishop |
Who: Billy Zepp (npc) and anyone in the entirety of New Waverly
What: FIREWORKS
When: Sometime after dark on the 4th
Where: A very tall building near the middle of town
Warnings: gifs and a semi nsfw gif
Status: OPEN TO ALL TO RESPOND FOREVAH
Billy Zepp was a lot of things... but patriotic wasn't really one of them. What he was happened to coincide a lot with patriotism, however, so he could fool someone.
It was July 4th and he had started the long trek up the stairs to the tallest building in the city... well that wasn't true. There were a few buildings that were the tallest and this one happened to be ther random pick he drew for this year. He had to change it up every year to avoid the popo who apparently had nothing better to do than stop people from having fun. The police and the fun-slaying anti-fireworks law in New Jersey were enough to make Billy thankful for his gifts.
He'd been practicing all day. He kept some plastic chairs on roof tops all around the city and he'd brought up a bag with snacks and drinks, ready to camp out until the sun fell. Between that and his phone dishing out a sick Pandora playlist...well what more could he need. He'd spent the days prior wandering the city gathering materials but no one was the wiser... in fact no one would ever be able to see that he'd done any of it.
Such was the pleasure of being someone in control of the elements. All of them.
Okay nearly all of them.... there were some really unstable pieces of shit on that periodic table that he couldn't access and probably wouldn't touch even if he could find them.
Night fell and he hopped up from his lawn chair, turning up the music and pulling out his little makeshift flamethrower, the first of many. He was going all out tonight. Tonight was going to be a night that New Waverly would never forget, a night that might even make it into the Guinness World book or something. The sky would rain his brilliance.
He cracked his knuckles and stretched out his back with his arms high above his head and then put on goggles over his eyes (safety first kiddos).
"My time to shine...Literally."
With a chuckle at his own joke he closed his eyes and started to find the elements inside of himself, all the places they were stored up and all the places they were being produced. Calcium in his bones, Antimony always in hot supply, Sodium, Barium, Stronium, Copper, Titanium, Zinc, Chlorine. In a normal person having all these elements in the amounts he had them would be deadly... but he wasn't a normal person. He was a walking compartmentalized vessel. A chem major's wet dream.
He took a stance, started the hairspray flamethrower, and sucked in a breath before punching at the air near the fire. A spray of chemicals in a well measured amount exploded from his pores, mixing together and igniting as they passed through the fire. He stumbled a little at the effort but the deed was done. It was blue to start, a pure run of copper with just a twwwiiiist of calcium for a stronger color. Easy day.
Now the rest had to come. People were probably all turning their heads in surprise at the sky... this show wasn't planned right!? Ha! Get ready to be surprised.
The moves he made next were something straight out of Avatar the last Airbender, twisting and turning and punching the air in all different directions, making sure every plume ignited and was pushed out with enough force to burst up into the air. The fireworks were all so high that the entire city might have a chance to see them. But the best part was how close they were to some. This was the show of a lifetime and it had no real safety regulations to stop it from being so.
"Stronium and Copper for purple, a little Antimony for some glitter aaaand...." BAM another one shot off, he murmured the combinations under his breath with every shot he took, making sure to measure out clear amounts.
The show went on for a good hour before he'd nearly wasted all the wealth of elements he'd stored up in his body. It was time for the final piece. "The PIE DE RESISTANCE" he explained to the air, not even attempting to say the phrase correctly.
And he fell exhausted to the ground. Too bad he couldn't sit around like this forever. He'd been throwing decoy fireworks to make them look like they came from all different buildings, curving the chemicals in the air, but the police were gonna catch on to where he actually was soon and they'd make quick work of that locked door.
To him that was the real fun of it. He laughed and forced himself to stand up on shaky feet, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. Another year another success... now if he could only get home. So he took off towards the side of the building. Crazy fucker.
He disappeared into the night to resurface again on the 4th like a specter of legend.