Bobby Drake (freeziepop) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-06-20 12:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | bobby drake, methos |
Who: Bobby Drake and OPEN.
When: Day before Masteracolypse. Early evening.
Where: Random outdoors eating-portion of a McDonalds.
What: Dinner break!
Rating: Like G or PG, probably.
Bobby wasn’t a happy camper.
He was on his dinner break from the comic shop. He had gotten a job there, with a sloppily made ID based on instructions he’d found on the internet. You really could find pretty much everything on there, if you looked hard enough. He could have asked one of the others, but he was pretty conflicted about that. On the one hand, he knew they were probably pretty good at it if people were going to them for it. And they didn’t seem to charge anything for it, which was nice of them. On the other, these were the same people that didn’t really seem to want them around all that much. It was kind of hard to ask someone for a favor when they were pretty much telling you to buzz off and let the adults work.
Not that the teenagers were all that much better, in Bobby’s opinion. With the exception of Clary, he hadn’t really been all that impressed with any of the people his own age here. The most vocal of them seemed to just want to whine, and Bobby couldn’t really identify with that anymore. Not after everything he’d been through. It was why he’d sort of edged off the network a little. When the adults were all so busy and the teenagers were mostly poor company, what point was there in posting? If he wanted to blog he could get a blog, nobody on the network really gave a crap about his day-to-day activities. In Bobby’s mind it was better to just glance at them every so often and say nothing than to inadvertently say something that started off another bout of everyone screaming at each other.
It was kind of funny, in a dark sort of way. He could face down a megalomaniacal maniac with incredible power and a sadistic streak a mile long with no problem, but throw Bobby into a group of shouting people and he was at a loss. There was a reason he wasn’t the mansion’s mediator. He’d learned his lesson the one time he’d tried to talk to Beast after the Proteus fiasco. He’d wanted desperately to help his friend, but the guy was so ridiculously lost to his own insecurities that it had ended up in a shouting match. Bobby really hated those. The mansion was sort of the only place he could go, at this point, and when people were shouting at each other it always made him a little worried that things might fall apart at any second. He really didn’t want to be homeless in New York, and apparently that worry had carried over with him here.
So he’d just kept his head down, kept quiet, and done what he needed to do. He’d attended the combat squad stuff and interacted there, and he was never anti-social when he’d bump into someone, but he kept his network presence to a minimum. Which, in this case, was nil. He was pretty okay with that, on the whole. He kept an eye on the network for combat squad updates and things like that, but otherwise, he kept his communications to face-to-face. That didn’t mean he didn’t putz around on Youtube way more than he should, though. He’d watched some of that cartoon about them, which made him sort of roll his eyes. From a technical standpoint it wasn’t terrible, but it was about as inaccurate as the movies. Plus there were some conspicuous absences, he was not that old, Ororo never had a ‘hawk. Although hey, that last one would actually be kind of cool. He could see her wearing a ‘hawk like that. The vampire thing not so much, but then again, Bobby wasn’t even sure if his world had those. There were rumors, and the tabloids occasionally ran stories about bodies found conspicuously missing a certainly bodily fluid, and there was that Bugle story about some guy they called the Daywalker, but…
Actually, Bobby didn’t want to follow that thought to its natural conclusion, especially since he could fact-check this stuff with Wikipedia here. He sighed, one hand coming up to run through his hair. This whole fictional thing was definitely not as cool as he originally thought it would be. He was a teenage male superhero, he’d initially thought there would be legions of fangirls that all wanted to break off a piece of the Iceman. Not literally, of course. While it was possible to break off a piece of him while he was iced up without any lasting damage, it still wasn’t something he was really okay with doing for fun. Sadly, there were not many Iceman fangirls. Lots of Wolverine fangirls, which the dude totally would’ve taken advantage of, and tons of fangirls for that dude that Rogue was running with, but there were very few Iceman fangirls. They were there, but most of them seemed to think he wanted to shift Scott’s joystick, which was about the furthest thing from the truth as someone could possibly get. Truth told, he kind of had a crush on his world’s Kitty, but she was so obsessed with that Spider-Man guy that Bobby wasn’t really sure if he should make it known to her. Of course, that didn’t matter here, because the Kitty that was here wasn’t his Kitty. She was older, and seemed to have taken a level or two of badass somewhere along the way. Not that his world’s Kitty wasn’t badass, but this one seemed more badass.
He heaved another sigh and reached into the McGreasy’s bag to pull out the double bacon cheeseburger and fries he’d purchased. Working in a comic shop was great, but especially when you were a teenager, you weren’t making much more than minimum wage. Not that it really mattered, considering rent was not something he had to worry about, but still. It was right near the McDonald’s, though, and the boss liked him so he got to take an hour instead of the typical half an hour. He also got free comics, which he put to use with every Green Lantern title he could. He wanted to pick up the Superman stuff too, but that felt a little disrespectful given that the guy, or some version of him, was actually here, living in the same apartment building. So Bobby just kept it to the Green Lantern stuff, and picking up back issues of stuff like Spawn, which he would not admit to anyone he actually liked. Todd McFarlane was a crazy asshole that relied on lots of clichés, but still. Spawn was kinda cool.
Bobby had chosen to eat outside at one of the outside tables, mostly because he could. He didn’t have to worry about anyone recognizing him and throwing things at him, or calling him names or anything like that. This place had its own crap – people screaming at each other, creepy arrogant vampire dudes, the Biblical apocalypse and demons, just to name a few – but it was nice to be able to walk outside without getting called a mutie freak every couple of minutes. Smiling at the thought, he opened his burger with one hand and lifted his large Pepsi to his lips with the other. Given how many superhumans were showing up here, he wasn’t sure how long this complete unawareness society had would continue, but it was something Bobby planned to enjoy while he could.