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revivalproject2020-02-10 11:23 am
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2020-02-10 11:23 am
Heading Into The Storm
WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Twin Roses Crew (or , OTA anyone heading into the Storm
WHERE: In the Storm
WHAT: Tommy can't help but be a hero; Seeing people who aren't there; Finally collapsing in a cave to wait out the storm.
WHEN: During the Storm
WARNINGS: References to the death of a teammate who was only a teen, possible discussion of his family history.
Storm Watch | Open to Twin Roses Crew or a ship heading into the storm
Agrii need you.
That had been all Tommy had needed to hear to know he was going into the storm. He'd stayed silent on the bridge while the thing had been talking, and once it was done he was gone to the dorms. Tommy stripped the pillow from his bed and then immediately started stuffing what clothes he had in there, as well as other items. Things that will help him get through the storm.
And then he heads to the cargo hold and waits by the hatch.
"You going?" he asks whoever comes close. "To the storm? I mean, that's why we're here. The sooner we fix this shit, the sooner we go home."
And later, once he's bummed a ride on another ship heading into the storm, he has a similar enough question as he waits in their cargo hold.
"You ready for this? It's not going to be easy."
Storm Warning | Anyone in the Storm
This, it turned out, was a bad idea. Tommy hadn't gotten too far into the storm before it happened. Before he could feel the weakness, draining his energy. It almost makes him sick, makes him keel over. He's had this sensation before. The way the 'juvie' he'd been in had devices all over to suppress his powers, radiating the power outwards when he wasn't in the cuffs. There's no strength, no energy, no speed. And he hates it. But he's not a coward, and he keeps moving, at a normal person's pace.
But what stops him are the people. A flash of lightning, a peal of thunder, and there he is. Vision.
"Pops!" Tommy shouts. The Agrii said he was gone, but clearly he wasn't, he was right there. Tommy runs, as fast as any other human, and he can't get there. Can't MAKE IT. No matter how fast he runs, now matter how much he reaches out, he can't catch up. Another strike and there's a voice nearby.
"Speed?"
Cassie. Tommy turns and spins and Vision is gone but there she is, on the ground, crumpled up in pain. Again he's running, and this time he closes the distance. Or nearly does. It's so hard to see, the winds and the water so hard to deal with. But the ground's uneven, and he doesn't see it coming. A crack there and Tommy's foot gets caught and he falls, his hand outstretched. But she isn't there, and the pain is there, so much pain. His ankle is... Tommy just curls up and holds his ankle because it hurts so much.
Storm Shelter
He doesn't even remember getting to the cave. Maybe someone carried him here, maybe he crawled here on the what he now realizes is broken ankle. Or maybe only sprained. But definitely hurt and the pain has Tommy curling up well away from the mouth of the cave. He can't heal as fast, and his bones are clearly weaker than they normally are. But mostly he's just curled up on himself, trying to stay warm despite his soaked through clothing.
He's a coward. He should have been out there, trying to find answers, and instead...
You're a useless boy, you deserve to die out here.
Tommy shudders against the memory of one of the things he'd seen in the storm. And he'd run away as fast as he could. For a given definition of run, since he couldn't get to his feet. But he'd crawled away and the next thing he remembered, he was here.
"I... wanna go home," he whispers, shivering. "I just want to go home to my stupid shitty apartment and my stupid shitty job and all the food I can buy and my favorite blanket. I just... I can't take this anymore."
He's a coward, and he hates it.
WHERE: In the Storm
WHAT: Tommy can't help but be a hero; Seeing people who aren't there; Finally collapsing in a cave to wait out the storm.
WHEN: During the Storm
WARNINGS: References to the death of a teammate who was only a teen, possible discussion of his family history.
Storm Watch | Open to Twin Roses Crew or a ship heading into the storm
Agrii need you.
That had been all Tommy had needed to hear to know he was going into the storm. He'd stayed silent on the bridge while the thing had been talking, and once it was done he was gone to the dorms. Tommy stripped the pillow from his bed and then immediately started stuffing what clothes he had in there, as well as other items. Things that will help him get through the storm.
And then he heads to the cargo hold and waits by the hatch.
"You going?" he asks whoever comes close. "To the storm? I mean, that's why we're here. The sooner we fix this shit, the sooner we go home."
And later, once he's bummed a ride on another ship heading into the storm, he has a similar enough question as he waits in their cargo hold.
"You ready for this? It's not going to be easy."
Storm Warning | Anyone in the Storm
This, it turned out, was a bad idea. Tommy hadn't gotten too far into the storm before it happened. Before he could feel the weakness, draining his energy. It almost makes him sick, makes him keel over. He's had this sensation before. The way the 'juvie' he'd been in had devices all over to suppress his powers, radiating the power outwards when he wasn't in the cuffs. There's no strength, no energy, no speed. And he hates it. But he's not a coward, and he keeps moving, at a normal person's pace.
But what stops him are the people. A flash of lightning, a peal of thunder, and there he is. Vision.
"Pops!" Tommy shouts. The Agrii said he was gone, but clearly he wasn't, he was right there. Tommy runs, as fast as any other human, and he can't get there. Can't MAKE IT. No matter how fast he runs, now matter how much he reaches out, he can't catch up. Another strike and there's a voice nearby.
"Speed?"
Cassie. Tommy turns and spins and Vision is gone but there she is, on the ground, crumpled up in pain. Again he's running, and this time he closes the distance. Or nearly does. It's so hard to see, the winds and the water so hard to deal with. But the ground's uneven, and he doesn't see it coming. A crack there and Tommy's foot gets caught and he falls, his hand outstretched. But she isn't there, and the pain is there, so much pain. His ankle is... Tommy just curls up and holds his ankle because it hurts so much.
Storm Shelter
He doesn't even remember getting to the cave. Maybe someone carried him here, maybe he crawled here on the what he now realizes is broken ankle. Or maybe only sprained. But definitely hurt and the pain has Tommy curling up well away from the mouth of the cave. He can't heal as fast, and his bones are clearly weaker than they normally are. But mostly he's just curled up on himself, trying to stay warm despite his soaked through clothing.
He's a coward. He should have been out there, trying to find answers, and instead...
You're a useless boy, you deserve to die out here.
Tommy shudders against the memory of one of the things he'd seen in the storm. And he'd run away as fast as he could. For a given definition of run, since he couldn't get to his feet. But he'd crawled away and the next thing he remembered, he was here.
"I... wanna go home," he whispers, shivering. "I just want to go home to my stupid shitty apartment and my stupid shitty job and all the food I can buy and my favorite blanket. I just... I can't take this anymore."
He's a coward, and he hates it.
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He's... he's never been so cold since his powers kicked in. The mutation kicked the metabolism of his body kicked up far higher than most people can have. He burns from the inside out but now? Merely human? He's freezing.
"Guess I gotta keep you safe then."
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"We'll keep each other safe. Deal?"
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Once. A long time ago. Too long ago for Tommy to really expect to get it back. Not like it used to be. You can't go back, Tommy knows. He's learned it so many ways over the years.
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"It's like you haven't been listening at all. We're always going to be a team, Speed. We don't have to be on an actual team for that to be true."
He hadn't realized how deeply his and Billy's action had hurt Tommy. But now that he does he wants to do whatever he can to make it right.
"We should probably try to get some rest. Maybe the storm will die down a little later enough that we can get some help." Or the others would find them.
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Right now, though, he closes his eyes and moves as close as he can without dragging his injured ankle across the cold stone.
"Yeah. Rest sounds good. I feel like I haven't had a good night's sleep since my hair was black."