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Swing swing (Open)
Peter laughed softly.
It was habit more than anything, and he still got amused at the exhilarating rush that swinging through the trees like Tarzan gave him. Be it trees like these, or tall skyscrapers. He didn't imagine he would be seeing any tall concrete buildings in the near future, so trees it was. And he further imagined that Tarzan had never worried about dinosaurs. The scariest thing in that jungle, besides the apes, were the large cats. To be honest, Peter preferred the massive reptiles to the furry kitty types. But of course nobody had asked.
Another laugh and Peter swung easily through the trees. In a pack on his back he had a good amount of Benana's and Megano's, bringing them back to the collective. Or at least that had been his true purpose before becoming side-tracked with playing Ape man. For all of the challenges this world had, including trying to come up with creative ways to take his girlfriend out for a nice dinner, Peter quite enjoyed it. It was exotic, almost like a vacation of sorts. And God knew in New York a vacation was a pipe dream for a young hero.
Peter released the webbing once he had scaled the branch, using his body to swing himself forward. A flip and he closed his eyes for a split second. Of course, in that split second everything changed drastically. Instead of too hot climate, Peter suddenly was able to feel a more temperate climate, and he swore he could smell pizza in the air.
Dino Island didn't have pizza.....
His eyes jerked open and before he could right himself from his flip and state of shock, Peter crashed hard into a tangle of garbage bags and trash cans in an alley way. "Oof!" He breathed hard, the wind knocked out of him. Luckily he landed on his front, saving the strange, exotic fruit from a good squishing.
Not too badly scraped up, Peter managed to get his feet and turned, wandering out of the alley and into the sidewalk. Jaw agape, Peter stared in wonder at the city surroundings. "What the....?"
A turn to the left and there was that pizza place. City Pizza. Strange name for a pie place, but he only shrugged at himself and continued to scan the area. A Pawn shop, a night club, a park....he had to be dreaming. Was he dreaming?
And where was Megan? That hit Peter hard and almost threw him off balance.
Gathering himself, Peter started off in the direction of the pizza place, looking for any signs of the pink-haired pixie, and the love of his life.
It was habit more than anything, and he still got amused at the exhilarating rush that swinging through the trees like Tarzan gave him. Be it trees like these, or tall skyscrapers. He didn't imagine he would be seeing any tall concrete buildings in the near future, so trees it was. And he further imagined that Tarzan had never worried about dinosaurs. The scariest thing in that jungle, besides the apes, were the large cats. To be honest, Peter preferred the massive reptiles to the furry kitty types. But of course nobody had asked.
Another laugh and Peter swung easily through the trees. In a pack on his back he had a good amount of Benana's and Megano's, bringing them back to the collective. Or at least that had been his true purpose before becoming side-tracked with playing Ape man. For all of the challenges this world had, including trying to come up with creative ways to take his girlfriend out for a nice dinner, Peter quite enjoyed it. It was exotic, almost like a vacation of sorts. And God knew in New York a vacation was a pipe dream for a young hero.
Peter released the webbing once he had scaled the branch, using his body to swing himself forward. A flip and he closed his eyes for a split second. Of course, in that split second everything changed drastically. Instead of too hot climate, Peter suddenly was able to feel a more temperate climate, and he swore he could smell pizza in the air.
Dino Island didn't have pizza.....
His eyes jerked open and before he could right himself from his flip and state of shock, Peter crashed hard into a tangle of garbage bags and trash cans in an alley way. "Oof!" He breathed hard, the wind knocked out of him. Luckily he landed on his front, saving the strange, exotic fruit from a good squishing.
Not too badly scraped up, Peter managed to get his feet and turned, wandering out of the alley and into the sidewalk. Jaw agape, Peter stared in wonder at the city surroundings. "What the....?"
A turn to the left and there was that pizza place. City Pizza. Strange name for a pie place, but he only shrugged at himself and continued to scan the area. A Pawn shop, a night club, a park....he had to be dreaming. Was he dreaming?
And where was Megan? That hit Peter hard and almost threw him off balance.
Gathering himself, Peter started off in the direction of the pizza place, looking for any signs of the pink-haired pixie, and the love of his life.