Post by vince on Mar 15, 2010 20:02:40 GMT -5
Last week, Vince Blackwell would tell you he had never been to The Big Apple, but now, he was living in it. He was attending a University that wasn't supposed to exist, full of people who weren't supposed to exist, and at first, it was very overwhelming. He remembered being stunned that his allies and enemies would walk past him on the battlefield, as if they just didn't see him. It took him a few days to realize that they weren't all playing some elaborate joke on him; when they pronounced him MIA, he knew they really couldn't see him.
He thought there was something wrong with him, that he had some kind of bizarre mutation or weird disease no one had ever heard of or that he had simply lost his mind and imagined everything. Then, the Agents came and told him everything, and it comforted him to know that he wasn't the only one who felt that way. That he wasn't alone. That his best girl, who always seemed to bring storms with her foul moods, was probably one of them, too. The Gifted Ones.
Now, he couldn't get enough of his new surroundings; he had to explore everything, learn everything about the secret world he was now a part of. He'd only been at The Academy for a couple days, but studied it so intensely that he felt as if he had spent years behind it's walls. He explored the city around it, too, finding the tales his friends and family shared with him about it to be mostly true. The traffic really didn't ever move, the bagels really were the best he ever had, and no matter what time it was, it always seemed to be bustling. But all in all, it was pretty...normal. New York City seemed entirely unaware of The Academy and the sort of people it housed.
He went to the Public Library, seeking information about his kind; he had already been to the libraries and labs that The Academy had to offer, and was in search of new horizons. He found this library to be so big it was almost overwhelming, and theorized that he could probably find a book on anything there. In fact, he was counting on it.
He sat at a computer, typing furiously. He was there for nearly 30 minutes, looking up "Gifted Ones" and "Magic Powers" and "Superhumans," with poor results. Everything found seemed to be fictional, and obviously so, referencing books or television shows.
Damn, this is getting me nowhere. I should have just looked at The Academy.
He thought to himself. He sighed in defeat, closed the search engine, and rose from his chair, his mind now on bagels.
Maybe I'll just snag one of those bagels for my trouble, eh?
Cinnamon raisin. Blueberry. Chocolate chip. Rosemary and Cheese with sun-dried tomato spread. Or maybe dill cream cheese. Oh, he was hooked. He had at least a bagel a day since he had his first, all from different places throughout the city, and so absorbed was he in his thoughts that he walked right into a tall, dark-haired woman.
He thought there was something wrong with him, that he had some kind of bizarre mutation or weird disease no one had ever heard of or that he had simply lost his mind and imagined everything. Then, the Agents came and told him everything, and it comforted him to know that he wasn't the only one who felt that way. That he wasn't alone. That his best girl, who always seemed to bring storms with her foul moods, was probably one of them, too. The Gifted Ones.
Now, he couldn't get enough of his new surroundings; he had to explore everything, learn everything about the secret world he was now a part of. He'd only been at The Academy for a couple days, but studied it so intensely that he felt as if he had spent years behind it's walls. He explored the city around it, too, finding the tales his friends and family shared with him about it to be mostly true. The traffic really didn't ever move, the bagels really were the best he ever had, and no matter what time it was, it always seemed to be bustling. But all in all, it was pretty...normal. New York City seemed entirely unaware of The Academy and the sort of people it housed.
He went to the Public Library, seeking information about his kind; he had already been to the libraries and labs that The Academy had to offer, and was in search of new horizons. He found this library to be so big it was almost overwhelming, and theorized that he could probably find a book on anything there. In fact, he was counting on it.
He sat at a computer, typing furiously. He was there for nearly 30 minutes, looking up "Gifted Ones" and "Magic Powers" and "Superhumans," with poor results. Everything found seemed to be fictional, and obviously so, referencing books or television shows.
Damn, this is getting me nowhere. I should have just looked at The Academy.
He thought to himself. He sighed in defeat, closed the search engine, and rose from his chair, his mind now on bagels.
Maybe I'll just snag one of those bagels for my trouble, eh?
Cinnamon raisin. Blueberry. Chocolate chip. Rosemary and Cheese with sun-dried tomato spread. Or maybe dill cream cheese. Oh, he was hooked. He had at least a bagel a day since he had his first, all from different places throughout the city, and so absorbed was he in his thoughts that he walked right into a tall, dark-haired woman.
