Bobby Drake (iceman2012) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-08-14 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | rictor, scion, shatterstar |
Rescuing the Iceman
Who: Iceman to Shard, Acolytes, and others
What: Rescuing Bobby Drake
When: Saturday, evening
Where: Floral Park City Hall, Long Island, NY.
Warnings:Language, potential violence
Everything was happening too fast.
And Bobby was actually thankful.
He had experienced so much in so little time that he couldn't possibly process and that was his favorite way of dealing with things: push them under layers and layers of coldness and numbness until he had to properly deal with them.
He leaned, like some high-stakes criminal, against the bars to his holding cell, staring at the chipped paint on them. He heard the protesters outside and rolled his eyes. Though he couldn't seem them, he could picture them in his mind. Angry, overweight New Yorkers, probably holding signs about God Hating Mutants and all that. He grinned. Though it was a serious matter, it was sort of foolish in a way, that people actually thought that way.
He looked up at Sheriff Maxwell.
"I could probably just escape if I wanted to. This can't hold me...." Bobby spat from his cell. He was right, it was a bit of a shit cell, a little holding area on the third floor of the Floral Park city hall.
"Who knew Long Island had such dated facilities?" He teased the Sheriff once more, without a laugh from the man. Instead, Sheriff Maxwell looked at Bobby with fear in his eyes. He didn't say anything (that was too dangerous), so instead he watched the boy from his safe place behind his desk.
Bobby, sensing the Sheriff's apprehension smiled.
"Here. This is for you." Bobby reached his arm through the cell bars and presented his open hand. Resting there, on Bobby's palm, was a small replica of a human hand made of ice. The middle finger erect and gleaming in the light.
"Take that, asshole." Bobby threw his creation at the Sheriff. It shattered against the wall. He groaned and leaned on the bars of his cell.