Lisa scowled as she sprinted through downtown King's Row, moving much faster than she ever had been able to during her time in high school track and field.
Concentrating, she avoided the flow of pedestrians with an almost eerie skill, from her perspective, compared to her older clutziness that'd convinced her
she'd be better off in a non-athletic field.
Dart to the left around a street vendor. Vault over a newspaper vending machine. Speed up a little to get across an alley before a car pulled out. Twist around
and duck to avoid getting hit in the face with the backwash of a hero with jet boots taking off. Briefly consider violating personal vow that "I, Lisa
Vanette, will not use the suit of Sabre power armor sitting in my closet as a cheap way to avoid being late for work due to my own oversleeping". Dodge
small pack of the native Paragonian Attack Chihuahuas. See tall man in front of her too soon to avoid.
WHAM.
Lisa groaned as she pulled herself up from the sidewalk, before frantically beginning to stuff her various papers and files back into her bag. She heard the
guy start to apologize and then a gasp of shock or surprise. She glanced up at him as she finished stuffing the last of the man-made jack in the box in
training that was her bag's contents into their former container, but then glanced at her watch.
"Sorry about that! Gotta go! Bye!"
And then she was off again.
***
"Two minutes before you'd be late. Not bad, Lees," Naoko chuckled as the bedraggled looking girl reporter pulled herself into the PSI entryway.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll give you a few minutes before telling HE-AT you're here, let you catch your breath."
"Thanks....Naoko...you're a.....life saver..." Lisa wheezed. "Ran into....some guy....on the street....was going so fast...."
"Oh? He cute?" Naoko chuckled. "Maybe it can be love at first kinetic impact."
"Ehhhh..." Lisa said, making a noncomittal wave of her hand. "He wasn't bad looking. Bout 6 something, black motorcycle leathers with a
Harley patch, blonde, caucasian," she rattled off. "But he was kinda creepy, really. He started to help me but then stared at me for the whole two
minutes it took to put my stuff back in my bag, and when I looked at him after, he was pale as a sheet. Like he'd seen a ghost or something."
"Oh. Maybe you remind him of a dead lover or something from a past life," Naoko teased.
"Ha, fat chance," Lisa laughed. "Never seen the guy before in my life."
***
(I'd say it was all MD's fault, but all he did was go "DO IT!" when I mentioned the idea in the first place, so I think my brain'd be
guilty of the charge in 49 states' courts of law.
)
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
Concentrating, she avoided the flow of pedestrians with an almost eerie skill, from her perspective, compared to her older clutziness that'd convinced her
she'd be better off in a non-athletic field.
Dart to the left around a street vendor. Vault over a newspaper vending machine. Speed up a little to get across an alley before a car pulled out. Twist around
and duck to avoid getting hit in the face with the backwash of a hero with jet boots taking off. Briefly consider violating personal vow that "I, Lisa
Vanette, will not use the suit of Sabre power armor sitting in my closet as a cheap way to avoid being late for work due to my own oversleeping". Dodge
small pack of the native Paragonian Attack Chihuahuas. See tall man in front of her too soon to avoid.
WHAM.
Lisa groaned as she pulled herself up from the sidewalk, before frantically beginning to stuff her various papers and files back into her bag. She heard the
guy start to apologize and then a gasp of shock or surprise. She glanced up at him as she finished stuffing the last of the man-made jack in the box in
training that was her bag's contents into their former container, but then glanced at her watch.
"Sorry about that! Gotta go! Bye!"
And then she was off again.
***
"Two minutes before you'd be late. Not bad, Lees," Naoko chuckled as the bedraggled looking girl reporter pulled herself into the PSI entryway.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll give you a few minutes before telling HE-AT you're here, let you catch your breath."
"Thanks....Naoko...you're a.....life saver..." Lisa wheezed. "Ran into....some guy....on the street....was going so fast...."
"Oh? He cute?" Naoko chuckled. "Maybe it can be love at first kinetic impact."
"Ehhhh..." Lisa said, making a noncomittal wave of her hand. "He wasn't bad looking. Bout 6 something, black motorcycle leathers with a
Harley patch, blonde, caucasian," she rattled off. "But he was kinda creepy, really. He started to help me but then stared at me for the whole two
minutes it took to put my stuff back in my bag, and when I looked at him after, he was pale as a sheet. Like he'd seen a ghost or something."
"Oh. Maybe you remind him of a dead lover or something from a past life," Naoko teased.
"Ha, fat chance," Lisa laughed. "Never seen the guy before in my life."
***
(I'd say it was all MD's fault, but all he did was go "DO IT!" when I mentioned the idea in the first place, so I think my brain'd be
guilty of the charge in 49 states' courts of law.
)---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."