Things ain't right no more.
Benjamin Jacob Grimm has been walking the streets of this humongous city for days now, after popping up here outta nowhere. He could've sworn he was in Philadelphia, but the place never seemed to turn into South Jersey no matter how far he went. It's all a big flippin' town now. Urban sprawl like nobody's ever seen.
Half the time, people see him on the street and run in fear yelling 'what is that thing?!,' the other half of the time, they greet him with a hearty grin, give him food and cigars and grill him about stuff he doesn't understand. He felt bad for lettin' those people down with a lotta 'I ain't got no ideas, pal' but it's the best he could do. Signed a coupla autographs, though, hopefully it makes up for it.
Feels like he's been walkin' for a month - don't make too many cars or buses he can fit onto, and he ain't about to make a horse drag him around - before he finally catches sight of somethin' that looks like the Baxter Building loomin' in the skyline, and he heads straight for it.
Starts feeling a little more like home the deeper he goes into the Apple - or the heart of the Apple, since it seems to stretch to flippin' Pennsylvania now. Somethin' ugly happened, and he don't mean run-of-the-mill mug-in-the-mirror ugly.
When he finally arrives, he strides right into the lobby, giving a wave to the receptionist before heading right to the elevators. They better know not to stop him, or he might get cranky. Thankfully, she just cheerfully waves back, welcoming him home.
"That's more like it," he says, before making his way up to the living area where all his stuff is and better still be - if Matchstick pulled some crap, he's gonna hurt over it.
Half the time, people see him on the street and run in fear yelling 'what is that thing?!,' the other half of the time, they greet him with a hearty grin, give him food and cigars and grill him about stuff he doesn't understand. He felt bad for lettin' those people down with a lotta 'I ain't got no ideas, pal' but it's the best he could do. Signed a coupla autographs, though, hopefully it makes up for it.
Feels like he's been walkin' for a month - don't make too many cars or buses he can fit onto, and he ain't about to make a horse drag him around - before he finally catches sight of somethin' that looks like the Baxter Building loomin' in the skyline, and he heads straight for it.
Starts feeling a little more like home the deeper he goes into the Apple - or the heart of the Apple, since it seems to stretch to flippin' Pennsylvania now. Somethin' ugly happened, and he don't mean run-of-the-mill mug-in-the-mirror ugly.
When he finally arrives, he strides right into the lobby, giving a wave to the receptionist before heading right to the elevators. They better know not to stop him, or he might get cranky. Thankfully, she just cheerfully waves back, welcoming him home.
"That's more like it," he says, before making his way up to the living area where all his stuff is and better still be - if Matchstick pulled some crap, he's gonna hurt over it.