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luministi2012-09-06 11:12 pm
luke_triton) wrote in luministi2012-09-06 11:12 pm
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[[Backdated to...last week.]]
[While Luke would never want to admit to being afraid to experiment with his newfound abilities...well, it's true. He just would never admit it. When he got out of bed one morning and hit the ceiling instead of the floor it was the most impossible mix of pleasant and unpleasant surprise ever.
When he ripped part of the handle from the refrigerator? That one was definitely bad. Until he figured out he could still get the door open. Going to look in the mirror at his hands and arms did nothing to settle his thoughts, because they looked the same as they always had. Certainly incapable of tearing apart an appliance.
So he's been lying low for a few days - not visiting the people he usually tries to find, being furtive about getting the things he needs, and most certainly not going anywhere near the Professor's car. What if it broke?
After a few days of this, it's almost like everything he stops himself from doing has built up and can no longer be contained. And whoosh! Luke is zooming through the sky, over the houses on the East side. The flight path traces unsure circles and shows no sign of stopping. Eventually he fumbles his CAT out of his bag and tries to gently press the right button.]
I'm stuck!
[As the wind rushes by.]
[While Luke would never want to admit to being afraid to experiment with his newfound abilities...well, it's true. He just would never admit it. When he got out of bed one morning and hit the ceiling instead of the floor it was the most impossible mix of pleasant and unpleasant surprise ever.
When he ripped part of the handle from the refrigerator? That one was definitely bad. Until he figured out he could still get the door open. Going to look in the mirror at his hands and arms did nothing to settle his thoughts, because they looked the same as they always had. Certainly incapable of tearing apart an appliance.
So he's been lying low for a few days - not visiting the people he usually tries to find, being furtive about getting the things he needs, and most certainly not going anywhere near the Professor's car. What if it broke?
After a few days of this, it's almost like everything he stops himself from doing has built up and can no longer be contained. And whoosh! Luke is zooming through the sky, over the houses on the East side. The flight path traces unsure circles and shows no sign of stopping. Eventually he fumbles his CAT out of his bag and tries to gently press the right button.]
I'm stuck!
[As the wind rushes by.]
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HANG ON!
[He doesn't have superpowers - and he's hating himself right now for it - so he's gonna try to head onto the roof of the highest building.]
Hold out your arms! And think like you're peter pan - or superman! or just someone can land down! [he's... not being helpful but he doesn't know that quite yet] Imagine yourself landing gracefully! Or you know, SLOWLY?
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[Luke doesn't mean to shout, either. This is terrifying right this minute and he can't help it. He holds out his arms - like an airplane, mind, not a superhero - and tries to think slow thoughts.
It works somewhat. He slows enough to make a nice lazy sweep of the ground and back up into the air.]