Leslie "Livewire" Willis (shock_jock) wrote in year_one, @ 2009-08-10 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | blue beetle, livewire |
Radio Free Metropolis
Who: Livewire and OTAnyone who wants to stop her, whether they're Metropolis-based or not.
Where: Metropolis
What: Just a night on the town, really.
When: The evening of August 10
Rating: PG at best.
Stupid Big Blue and all his superheroing cronies. And how's about that for stupid luck? All that crap I've ever said about capes and what happens? I turn into one of them. Livewire was not a happy camper. She'd been flying around most of the night, well, more like zapping around town really, as she'd been traveling through power lines. But really, she was kind of bored. Peeking in on people through their TVs had a bit of a thrill to it, but really, after one or two, the interest kind of waned. Particularly after that last one. Ugh. Some people really shouldn't be naked.
"Thanks for nothing, you Big Blue Lummox!" she shouted, throwing a lightning bolt at a giant picture of Superman on a billboard. The scorch mark managed to land right under his nose, giving him the appearance of a giant Groucho Marx mustache. She giggled a little at her improvement. "Why not?" she asked no one in particular as electricity began arcing from her hands onto the billboard. After a few moments, she shut it off, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Superman now sported a full goatee, glasses, and a couple of missing teeth in addition to the mustache. She smiled. "Mom was right. I shoulda gone to art school instead of wasting my time with the campus radio station. Well, that was fun."
In the distance she could hear a radio blaring, talking about the latest super-deeds performed by whoever was the hero of the moment. She grimaced. Always about those idiots. No one ever talked about the lives that were ruined by these super-menaces. No one except her, at least. She'd been the only one to tell the truth, that most of these so-called heroes were just glory hounds themselves. Someone needed to tell the truth again. And she had just the pipes to do so. Smiling, she turned herself into a radio wave and headed for the source of the signal.
She found herself in a small radio station on the outskirts of town. Figures. It's a two-bit operation. No sweat. She looked at the source of the voice, an older gentleman who appeared to have been reading some copy when he'd been so rudely interrupted. Frozen in place, he gawped at her, slowly dropping the paper he'd been holding. "What's the matter, Cronkite? Cat got your tongue?" A bolt of energy sent him and his chair flying across the room as Livewire grabbed the microphone. "All right, listen up, you pinheads! We interrupt your regularly scheduled blah blah blah for a little bit of truth, baby!" Sending a burst of energy through herself into the board, she amplified the radio station's power until she was sure that she was being heard all across the East Coast, overblowing any other radio transmissions. "Let's go, kids, buckle up cause this ride's gonna be a rough one! Let's have a little chat, shall we, about your so-called heroes, right here on Livewire Radio! Don't touch that dial! It might hurt." She cackled merrily as she zapped a wall of CDs before unleashing her verbal bile on the nation.