Cain Marko (cainmarko) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-01-24 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | juggernaut, shay |
Who: Cain Marko and Open!
What: Arrival.
When: Late.
Where: A park. Hey, these things are handy!
Rating: It's Cain, so uh...PG-13. That sounds good.
Status: Incomplete
Cain awoke with a start. That was a difficult thing to accomplish, as he was usually a pretty deep sleeper. It was a skill you acquired very quickly when you lived in a place where agonized screams and loud sobbing were kind of a constant background noise. If you wanted any sleep, you learned to blot out the noise, find your center, and more or less force your way into La La Land. So the fact that something besides the loud chiming of several alarm clocks woke him was enough to dash away the grogginess pretty quickly. Another skill you learned fast: When the angry, bigoted soldiers with souped-up cattle prods told you to get up, you got the fuck up fast or you hurt for the rest of the day. They didn’t like lollygagging at Weapon X, and the Brotherhood wasn’t all that different. So it went sort of like this: Cain’s eyes popped open and, in the next second, he was on his feet with his fists balled. Like hell he was going to let those bastards take him again. He’d kill them all if he had to.
But there were no commandos. In fact…there were also no traces of his bedroom décor. Unless of course you counted trees, and Cain wasn’t really much of a nature guy. He surveyed his situation and quickly decided he was in a park. A real park, not one of the varieties with trailers, laundry drying on a line outside, and beer bottles decorating the front stoop. Cain took a moment to be glad he’d gone to bed wearing a sweatshirt, his jumbo pajama pants, and his slippers. He really didn’t want to be naked when he had no clue where he was. Not that he wasn’t making kind of a scene as it was, what with his 9’4” height and his 900 lbs. of mostly bulky muscle. Yeah, this was just great; he didn’t need a bunch of gawking humans to call the cops. Not that he couldn’t wipe out an entire police station by himself, but if the cops were called then SHIELD would probably be a second or two behind them, and that would make things difficult.
He tried calling Blob for an evac, but strangely, whoever picked up wasn’t Blob. Cain hung up quick. Maybe he’d dialed a wrong number… He looked at his dialed calls and sure enough, he’d dialed the right number. He read it three times to be sure, then grunted and dropped the phone back into his pocket. If Blob’s phone went to someone else, Cain had a hunch that everyone else’s would, too. Luckily for Cain it was late out, so there weren’t a whole lot of people in the park. The one guy that did say something to him bought the birth defect story pretty well, and really, it wasn’t entirely a lie. He was born this way, it just wasn’t a defect. That guy ended up being pretty helpful, because he was able to tell him where to find one of those newspaper boxes. Cain had to force it open to get a paper out, but he knew enough to be subtle about it. Hm. Lawrence, Kansas. 2009. No references to supercrime, SHIELD, or any weirdness. …Fuck. This is bad. This is bad. Can this happen? This can’t happen. Fuck. He pretended not to notice the stares, instead focusing on the paper. Just what the hell was going on...?