Simon Bellamy (invisible_c) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-07-21 01:56:00 |
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He'd never been to a sci-fi convention, but he'd always wanted to go to one. They'd always been too expensive, because they were never local and he hadn't had the time – first with school, eventually with his ASBO. Alternative New York? This was almost like a convention. Like a convention but so much better. It wasn't just actors, or people playing characters he loved. It was ..the actual characters themselves. Perhaps it'd be odd, a strange thought, to consider being fictional and to generally be unfazed by it, but what mattered most was they were real here, as were his idols growing up. His idols still. They were protecting people, and working for S.H.I.E.L.D. They were doing the good with their superpowers that heroes were meant to. They hadn't always managed that before. But at least stopping Brian had prevented people from dying. That was a step closer to actual good. At his worst, Simon had felt the same as doubt others who had grown up with comics books, films and superhero cartoons did. Hoping they'd one day awake with some particular ability that meant they were now fit for saving the world. Or at least ridding the streets of crime. Making up for the lack of worth they currently felt. Perhaps here, with time he'd get the chance, though he wasn't so sure Alisha wanted to do that. He couldn't imagine having a power like hers. He had control, she didn't. There were powers here caused by gene mutations, radiation and all kinds of experiment; on his walk here, Simon had thought to suggest out of all of them, perhaps someone here could help her. In what seemed such a busy place, especially compared to South-East London, Simon had decided was even more determined not to lose her as a friend, amidst what was possibly the most exciting day of his life. Technically fictional or otherwise, his first real friendships would always be important to him and he'd been worried about her, before he even arrived – sometimes she'd seemed a little upset lately he'd thought. Perhaps he was only imagining it? As he knocked sharply on the door, that sudden grip of, well he wasn't sure what it was, turned his stomach a little cold and he fussed awkwardly to push a hand over his hair. |