Ollie the electric rat (micropower) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-01 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ethan drake, oliver weekley |
Who:Ollie and Ethan
What- being chaos loving assholes
When- Friday (the 2nd) night
Where- around towns and shit
Warnings- crime, assholes
Status- ongoing
Ollie may or may not have caught wind about what was going to happen. It didn't really matter if he knew or not but it was possible since people tended to count him as useless and crazy which made eavesdropping easy for him. He responded so quickly to the situation that he may as well have known, anyway. Ollie didn't bother to say anything to Ben, the power went out while there were opening the shop together and the walking generator dropped what he was doing, got up, and left the store without another word. The moment the power went out was something he could feel. He didn't need to try the lights, he didn't need to do anything to know.
It was in his ears. It was in his bones.
The constant buzz of electricity that he felt all around him, that fed him, that he heard in his ears.... was gone. Now the only sound in his ears was the light buzz of his own electricity, what he was keeping circulating in his own body. For whatever reason, Ollie walked out of his shop today with a pocket pre-filled with D batteries. Every once in a while he sunk a hand into his pocket and let his fingers trace the rims of them, relishing in the little rush that he pulled up from them.
The big question was.... where the hell was he going?
As far as he was concerned he was just going where the fun was. He considered stopping by the Omicron branch that he frequented the most but then he didn't want to be roped into helping them do anything, that sounded boring. There was a way better way to commit crimes. With someone who appreciated how fun they could be.
He wandered around most of Thursday causing problems like... sucking the hospital's generator nearly dry... and giving power to random homes to watch their angry neighbors come by and try to mob them. It was a lot of fun... but he was getting bored and he was ready for new fun now.
So he decided, Friday, to do something a little more fun indeed. Just in time to facilitate the fun he had popped back into the shop and Ben handed him a note from Ethan asking him to show up somewhere to help juice up something for a break in... or ...something. He didn't pay a lot of attention but he got the details. Ethan. Place. Crime. He responded that he'd be there and grabbed his binoculars, going exactly where he'd asked to go and dropping off his own note before absconding across the street, somehow getting an anonymous tip to the cops, and camped out with binoculars held up to his eyes to see the place better.
The note read: "I'm here! But you shouldn't be. Run, little truffle, run before the pigs sniff you out." He hadn't just tipped off the cops, he'd called them in and said it was a bomber.