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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2836861" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>JJ caught up with the group after the game as they were hanging around the parking lot. “Hey! Was I awesome or what?”</p><p></p><p>“Good game, JJ,” Cat said. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re impressive to watch.”</p><p></p><p>“Thanks. Looking good, Herbie- lost the glasses I see.”</p><p></p><p>Herbie’s posture changed, as if he were put on guard by this. He certainly wasn’t expecting a compliment to be anything but a set-up for a dig… especially from JJ. “What.”</p><p></p><p>“What what? Just sayin’.” </p><p></p><p>Herbie had ditched his glasses and invested in contacts earlier that day. They felt funny in his eyes, but they didn’t hurt. He supposed that that might be the invulnerability helping out. He fell in behind the others as they began walking. He wasn’t sure if Cat had noticed. She hadn’t said anything. He looked at her as he walked and sighed. </p><p></p><p>Donovan said “So we’re going patrolling, right?”</p><p></p><p>“That’s the plan,” JJ replied. “I just gotta make a quick stop first.”</p><p></p><p>They walked by the opposing team- the Kirby Cougars’ bus idled as the players stood outside, discussing their defeat at the hands of the hated Buscema High. They stared at JJ as he walked by with the others. “Mutie,” one whispered in a hateful voice. </p><p></p><p>“What happened there?” Cat asked. </p><p></p><p>“Ehh, I caught them right after the game ended sneaking off behind school. I followed them and found that they were doing some vandalism.”</p><p></p><p>“What did you do? You didn’t use your powers without your costume, did you?”</p><p></p><p>“No, no. Kinda. Well. They surrounded me and beat me up. Thing is, though, that I was as hard as stone at the time. Broke a couple of their hands… funny as hell, I’ll tell ya.”</p><p></p><p>Gustav said “We must be more careful not to let people know about our abilities.” </p><p></p><p>“Hey, I don’t know how they do it in Latwervia or wherever, but here we defend our own. What would you have done?”</p><p></p><p>They piled into JJ’s uncle’s battered pickup. JJ’s car had been left in bent, ruined pieces lying on the streets of Silverage. This old Chevy would have to do for now. </p><p></p><p>Emerson asked “Where are we going?”</p><p></p><p>They parked in the visitors’ lot of the Romita Memorial Hospital. The group walked in. It was ten thirty at night, and no one was here except for the occasional orderly, nurse, doctor and janitor. “Excuse me,” JJ said to the desk girl. “I’m here to see Jeremy Mullen.”</p><p></p><p>“Visiting hours are eleven to seven weekdays, one to eight Saturdays.” She didn’t even look up.</p><p></p><p>“He’s a friend of mine,” JJ said. “I heard he might die.”</p><p></p><p>She stopped reading her paperback and looked up with a face that suggested this wasn’t moved. Not yet. “Mullen… let’s see… he’s in intensive care. Are you family?”</p><p></p><p>“Um. No.”</p><p></p><p>She paused. “One of you can visit for five minutes. Room 4C.”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds good. Thanks.” JJ turned to the others. “Wait here… I’ll be back real soon.” He walked up the hall to the elevators as the others took seat on uncomfortable imitation vinyl chairs. </p><p></p><p>The halls on floor four were almost entirely dark, to further aid people near death in pursuit of a peaceful sleep. From each room was the sound of beeping and respirators. The smell of antiseptic wipes and cloying seafoam-colored plastic was everywhere. JJ shuddered. <em>Hospitals are horrible places.</em></p><p></p><p>He came to room 4C and stopped. He slowly turned the knob and stepped into the room. </p><p></p><p>Jeremy Mullen looked as if he’d been in a very serious car accident. His entire body was bound in a sectional plaster cast. A respirator wheezed and beeped as it fed him air. An IV drip looked like its line was feeding back from Jeremy’s body- a thin wisp of greenish brown fluid floated in the IV solution. The only part of his body that was visible was the thin strip that had been left out of his head cast, showing his eyes. They were going a sickly yellow color in the iris, and even the whites were turning yellowish, like a morphine addict’s. The skin around his eyes was mottled and flushed red. He looked like he was stricken with a horrid rash. The skin had scabbed up in places and looked to be flaking off. </p><p></p><p>JJ took a breath and steeled himself. “Um. Hey there man. I heard you’re not doing well, thought I’d come in and say hi.” Jeremy’s eyes stared at JJ. Small pink veins pulsed among the sick yellow of his eyes. He seemed to be contorting his face as if in tremendous pain. JJ swallowed and went on. “I don’t know what happened in that room with the Transatomic thingiewhatser, but it looks like it wasn’t good for all of us. I… well I shouldn’t really talk about that, but you know what I mean. I guess you had a bad reaction.” </p><p></p><p>He paused and heard a faint dripping noise. Bending low, he could see that some kind of liquid was dribbling to the floor. It was soaking through Jeremy’s cast and looked like a thick, clotted gray-orange pus.</p><p></p><p>“Uhh… “ He straightened and smiled, trying to cheer the situation. “You missed a great game tonight. Brought you the game ball.” He placed the football on the nightstand and smiled wider. </p><p></p><p>Jeremy’s breathing wheezed and coughed a bit, and his body shuddered. A nearby machine started beeping quickly and loudly. JJ stepped back as the convulsions wracked his friend’s body. Doctors rushed through the door, past JJ. “He’s going into a seizure- hold him down!”</p><p></p><p>An orderly took JJ’s elbow and pulled him from the room. “C’mon, gotta let the doctors do their work. Visiting hours are over anyway. Just go home, let us do what we can for him.” JJ nodded and walked back down the hall, looking more like a scared child than he had in years. </p><p></p><p>He rejoined the others in the waiting room. Donovan looked up from a <em>Marie Claire</em> magazine. “How was he?”</p><p></p><p>JJ tried to look like he wasn’t shaken, but it wasn’t really working. His face was drained and waxy. “He. Uh. He’s not doing well. Looks like he may not live through the night.”</p><p></p><p>“Interesting,” Gustav said. “I’d like to study him.” </p><p></p><p>“I’m no philosopher,” Donovan offered, “but what happened seemed to be affected by our personalities and maybe this is just bringing out his.” He shrugged and stood up, yawning. The implication in his body posture was clear: <em>I won’t miss him.</em></p><p></p><p>JJ stared hard at Donovan for a moment. Cat and the others felt the uncomfortable tension mounting as it looked like a swing might be taken. Finally, JJ hissed “I don’t need to take this from you nerds right now. He’s my friend and he may be dying.” He turned and stormed out. </p><p></p><p>“Real smooth, Don,” Cat sighed. </p><p></p><p>“What? Jeremy’s a jerk and we all know it.”</p><p></p><p>“Tact. That’s what.”</p><p></p><p>Donovan rolled his eyes. “I guess. Are we going patrolling or what? Do we all have our costumes?”</p><p></p><p>Everyone nodded. They’d each brought their homemade costumes in their bookbags, and had been awaiting the opportunity to use them. Only Donovan and Emerson really didn’t need to carry a costume- Emerson’s powers made his costume for him, but he carried a small black domino mask to wear, just in case. Donovan had a different plan. </p><p></p><p>They walked outside and rejoined a brooding JJ. “Okay, problem,” Cat said. “Do we put our costumes on and THEN patrol, or walk around until we see trouble and change?”</p><p></p><p>They all thought about it. Herbie offered “Spider-Man patrols in costume, I saw footage on a reality show.”</p><p></p><p>Gustav shook his head. “Spider-Man can patrol via his weblines, above the roofs of the city. We only have two ‘members’ that can fly; Cat and Emerson. The rest of us, what will we do? Walk around city streets in costume, drawing a crowd? Cat is right, we have a problem.”</p><p></p><p>JJ pondered that for a moment. “Daredevil just jumps around from rooftop to rooftop, can we do that?”</p><p></p><p>“Not all of us… Donovan and Herbie aren’t really agile enough to keep up with the rest of us that way. They might fall. We’re a team- we can’t just jump around like Daredevil.” </p><p></p><p>“So what do teams do?” JJ asked, exasperated. “How do the Fantastic Four get around?” </p><p></p><p>“They have millions of dollars and a skycar developed and paid for with said dollars. No, I think we need a humbler plan.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got an idea!” Donovan said. He began heading down the street. “C’mon!”</p><p></p><p>“Where are we going?”</p><p></p><p>“Where your everyday just-starting-out superhero can get what he needs: Radio Shack.”</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> Rubbing elbows with the big guys</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2836861, member: 69"] JJ caught up with the group after the game as they were hanging around the parking lot. “Hey! Was I awesome or what?” “Good game, JJ,” Cat said. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re impressive to watch.” “Thanks. Looking good, Herbie- lost the glasses I see.” Herbie’s posture changed, as if he were put on guard by this. He certainly wasn’t expecting a compliment to be anything but a set-up for a dig… especially from JJ. “What.” “What what? Just sayin’.” Herbie had ditched his glasses and invested in contacts earlier that day. They felt funny in his eyes, but they didn’t hurt. He supposed that that might be the invulnerability helping out. He fell in behind the others as they began walking. He wasn’t sure if Cat had noticed. She hadn’t said anything. He looked at her as he walked and sighed. Donovan said “So we’re going patrolling, right?” “That’s the plan,” JJ replied. “I just gotta make a quick stop first.” They walked by the opposing team- the Kirby Cougars’ bus idled as the players stood outside, discussing their defeat at the hands of the hated Buscema High. They stared at JJ as he walked by with the others. “Mutie,” one whispered in a hateful voice. “What happened there?” Cat asked. “Ehh, I caught them right after the game ended sneaking off behind school. I followed them and found that they were doing some vandalism.” “What did you do? You didn’t use your powers without your costume, did you?” “No, no. Kinda. Well. They surrounded me and beat me up. Thing is, though, that I was as hard as stone at the time. Broke a couple of their hands… funny as hell, I’ll tell ya.” Gustav said “We must be more careful not to let people know about our abilities.” “Hey, I don’t know how they do it in Latwervia or wherever, but here we defend our own. What would you have done?” They piled into JJ’s uncle’s battered pickup. JJ’s car had been left in bent, ruined pieces lying on the streets of Silverage. This old Chevy would have to do for now. Emerson asked “Where are we going?” They parked in the visitors’ lot of the Romita Memorial Hospital. The group walked in. It was ten thirty at night, and no one was here except for the occasional orderly, nurse, doctor and janitor. “Excuse me,” JJ said to the desk girl. “I’m here to see Jeremy Mullen.” “Visiting hours are eleven to seven weekdays, one to eight Saturdays.” She didn’t even look up. “He’s a friend of mine,” JJ said. “I heard he might die.” She stopped reading her paperback and looked up with a face that suggested this wasn’t moved. Not yet. “Mullen… let’s see… he’s in intensive care. Are you family?” “Um. No.” She paused. “One of you can visit for five minutes. Room 4C.” “Sounds good. Thanks.” JJ turned to the others. “Wait here… I’ll be back real soon.” He walked up the hall to the elevators as the others took seat on uncomfortable imitation vinyl chairs. The halls on floor four were almost entirely dark, to further aid people near death in pursuit of a peaceful sleep. From each room was the sound of beeping and respirators. The smell of antiseptic wipes and cloying seafoam-colored plastic was everywhere. JJ shuddered. [I]Hospitals are horrible places.[/I] He came to room 4C and stopped. He slowly turned the knob and stepped into the room. Jeremy Mullen looked as if he’d been in a very serious car accident. His entire body was bound in a sectional plaster cast. A respirator wheezed and beeped as it fed him air. An IV drip looked like its line was feeding back from Jeremy’s body- a thin wisp of greenish brown fluid floated in the IV solution. The only part of his body that was visible was the thin strip that had been left out of his head cast, showing his eyes. They were going a sickly yellow color in the iris, and even the whites were turning yellowish, like a morphine addict’s. The skin around his eyes was mottled and flushed red. He looked like he was stricken with a horrid rash. The skin had scabbed up in places and looked to be flaking off. JJ took a breath and steeled himself. “Um. Hey there man. I heard you’re not doing well, thought I’d come in and say hi.” Jeremy’s eyes stared at JJ. Small pink veins pulsed among the sick yellow of his eyes. He seemed to be contorting his face as if in tremendous pain. JJ swallowed and went on. “I don’t know what happened in that room with the Transatomic thingiewhatser, but it looks like it wasn’t good for all of us. I… well I shouldn’t really talk about that, but you know what I mean. I guess you had a bad reaction.” He paused and heard a faint dripping noise. Bending low, he could see that some kind of liquid was dribbling to the floor. It was soaking through Jeremy’s cast and looked like a thick, clotted gray-orange pus. “Uhh… “ He straightened and smiled, trying to cheer the situation. “You missed a great game tonight. Brought you the game ball.” He placed the football on the nightstand and smiled wider. Jeremy’s breathing wheezed and coughed a bit, and his body shuddered. A nearby machine started beeping quickly and loudly. JJ stepped back as the convulsions wracked his friend’s body. Doctors rushed through the door, past JJ. “He’s going into a seizure- hold him down!” An orderly took JJ’s elbow and pulled him from the room. “C’mon, gotta let the doctors do their work. Visiting hours are over anyway. Just go home, let us do what we can for him.” JJ nodded and walked back down the hall, looking more like a scared child than he had in years. He rejoined the others in the waiting room. Donovan looked up from a [I]Marie Claire[/I] magazine. “How was he?” JJ tried to look like he wasn’t shaken, but it wasn’t really working. His face was drained and waxy. “He. Uh. He’s not doing well. Looks like he may not live through the night.” “Interesting,” Gustav said. “I’d like to study him.” “I’m no philosopher,” Donovan offered, “but what happened seemed to be affected by our personalities and maybe this is just bringing out his.” He shrugged and stood up, yawning. The implication in his body posture was clear: [I]I won’t miss him.[/I] JJ stared hard at Donovan for a moment. Cat and the others felt the uncomfortable tension mounting as it looked like a swing might be taken. Finally, JJ hissed “I don’t need to take this from you nerds right now. He’s my friend and he may be dying.” He turned and stormed out. “Real smooth, Don,” Cat sighed. “What? Jeremy’s a jerk and we all know it.” “Tact. That’s what.” Donovan rolled his eyes. “I guess. Are we going patrolling or what? Do we all have our costumes?” Everyone nodded. They’d each brought their homemade costumes in their bookbags, and had been awaiting the opportunity to use them. Only Donovan and Emerson really didn’t need to carry a costume- Emerson’s powers made his costume for him, but he carried a small black domino mask to wear, just in case. Donovan had a different plan. They walked outside and rejoined a brooding JJ. “Okay, problem,” Cat said. “Do we put our costumes on and THEN patrol, or walk around until we see trouble and change?” They all thought about it. Herbie offered “Spider-Man patrols in costume, I saw footage on a reality show.” Gustav shook his head. “Spider-Man can patrol via his weblines, above the roofs of the city. We only have two ‘members’ that can fly; Cat and Emerson. The rest of us, what will we do? Walk around city streets in costume, drawing a crowd? Cat is right, we have a problem.” JJ pondered that for a moment. “Daredevil just jumps around from rooftop to rooftop, can we do that?” “Not all of us… Donovan and Herbie aren’t really agile enough to keep up with the rest of us that way. They might fall. We’re a team- we can’t just jump around like Daredevil.” “So what do teams do?” JJ asked, exasperated. “How do the Fantastic Four get around?” “They have millions of dollars and a skycar developed and paid for with said dollars. No, I think we need a humbler plan.” “I’ve got an idea!” Donovan said. He began heading down the street. “C’mon!” “Where are we going?” “Where your everyday just-starting-out superhero can get what he needs: Radio Shack.” [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] Rubbing elbows with the big guys[/B] [/QUOTE]
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