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I got home from Fremont thanks to a ride from Ms. [[Maria Reyes]], but I was feeling really restless. I decided to go for a run to clear my head and headed out towards downtown. Somewhere along 3rd Avenue there was police activity at a parking garage. I heard a cop yell "Freeze!" and looking up, I saw [[Shillelagh|Lee]] do exactly that... AFTER he'd jumped off. I had to act quick so I hastily grabbed a mattress pad from a residentially-challenged person nearby with the promise of returning it to him (which I forgot. Dammit!) to cushion his fall. It worked, but the cops were on him immediately. I tried to play the sympathy card by saying how dare they arrest someone who was just trying to kill himself, but the cops just pushed me away. I didn't know what else to do so I called Ms. Reyes to have her meet me at the SPD. | I got home from Fremont thanks to a ride from Ms. [[Maria Reyes]], but I was feeling really restless. I decided to go for a run to clear my head and headed out towards downtown. Somewhere along 3rd Avenue there was police activity at a parking garage. I heard a cop yell "Freeze!" and looking up, I saw [[Shillelagh|Lee]] do exactly that... AFTER he'd jumped off. I had to act quick so I hastily grabbed a mattress pad from a residentially-challenged person nearby with the promise of returning it to him (which I forgot. Dammit!) to cushion his fall. It worked, but the cops were on him immediately. I tried to play the sympathy card by saying how dare they arrest someone who was just trying to kill himself, but the cops just pushed me away. I didn't know what else to do so I called Ms. Reyes to have her meet me at the SPD. | ||
| + | Ms. Reyes worked her magic and got Lee released after some tense conversations. She tasked him with seeing if he can gather some trace evidence and because he wanted to get away from her screaming for a bit, he asked me to come along to help. He was going to retrieve his motorcycle so I agreed to accompany him as long as it meant that he'd take me for a ride on it as payment. | ||
| − | + | After the day's excitement, when I returned back to my little studio, I opted for a long, hot shower. As I leaned my head against the wall, I found my thoughts wandering to what the hell I was doing. I got into this wanting answers for what was done to me, but I feel like I have more questions than when I started. Ms. Reyes did ask me if I wanted to find a "cure" for this, even at the loss of my heightened abilities, and I didn't know how to answer her at the time. While cool, having extreme accuracy isn't really something I have a desperate need to cling to. What I do worry about is the fact that I threw away everything, trying to do the right thing, and the only thing I ended up with was this crazy ability. If I gave that up too, what would I be left with? | |
| − | After the day's excitement I returned back to my little studio | + | |
Latest revision as of 23:55, 2 May 2015
I got home from Fremont thanks to a ride from Ms. Maria Reyes, but I was feeling really restless. I decided to go for a run to clear my head and headed out towards downtown. Somewhere along 3rd Avenue there was police activity at a parking garage. I heard a cop yell "Freeze!" and looking up, I saw Lee do exactly that... AFTER he'd jumped off. I had to act quick so I hastily grabbed a mattress pad from a residentially-challenged person nearby with the promise of returning it to him (which I forgot. Dammit!) to cushion his fall. It worked, but the cops were on him immediately. I tried to play the sympathy card by saying how dare they arrest someone who was just trying to kill himself, but the cops just pushed me away. I didn't know what else to do so I called Ms. Reyes to have her meet me at the SPD.
Ms. Reyes worked her magic and got Lee released after some tense conversations. She tasked him with seeing if he can gather some trace evidence and because he wanted to get away from her screaming for a bit, he asked me to come along to help. He was going to retrieve his motorcycle so I agreed to accompany him as long as it meant that he'd take me for a ride on it as payment.
After the day's excitement, when I returned back to my little studio, I opted for a long, hot shower. As I leaned my head against the wall, I found my thoughts wandering to what the hell I was doing. I got into this wanting answers for what was done to me, but I feel like I have more questions than when I started. Ms. Reyes did ask me if I wanted to find a "cure" for this, even at the loss of my heightened abilities, and I didn't know how to answer her at the time. While cool, having extreme accuracy isn't really something I have a desperate need to cling to. What I do worry about is the fact that I threw away everything, trying to do the right thing, and the only thing I ended up with was this crazy ability. If I gave that up too, what would I be left with?
