At a crossroads
Who: Nobody Owens, and OPEN (with a hope for one Rose Tyler)
What: ...I don't even know anymore
Where: Standing in the middle of the street. Thankfully, there aren't a whole lot of cars in a hurry, or he'd be a pancake
When: Sometime on Sunday. Maybe just after dark
Status: Open, incomplete
Bod walked out of the library, and stood for a moment on the front steps, waiting for the cold air to clear his head. He'd always been an escapist, always been a sucker for a good adventure story, but what he'd discovered recently was that doubling up, reading two different adventures in one evening, usually threw his imagination for a loop. So here he was, his mind muddled with thoughts of an anarchist clown and a boy who never grew any older, who might antagonize him, cut off his hand and feed it to a crocodile...
Was Peter Pan an antihero? He never did anything with the inclination of making a difference or seeking acknowledgment-- except to openly boast about his own cleverness... but, rather, he seemed to live to antagonize Hook. Was it any wonder that the Pirate Captain desperately sought revenge against the boy? Bod wasn't sure when he developed a soft spot for pirates. He just wasn't entirely sure that Pan hadn't asked for it.
The idea of flight, though... he couldn't help but be a little jealous...
Shaking his head, he walked down the steps towards the road. Well, then. Now what? Would some sort of anarchy swoop down out of the sky and attack him? Was this town going to do anything interesting, now or anytime soon? Well. Bring it, he thought, stopping in the middle of the street and staring up into the sky. Bring anything. I am so ready.
What: ...I don't even know anymore
Where: Standing in the middle of the street. Thankfully, there aren't a whole lot of cars in a hurry, or he'd be a pancake
When: Sometime on Sunday. Maybe just after dark
Status: Open, incomplete
Bod walked out of the library, and stood for a moment on the front steps, waiting for the cold air to clear his head. He'd always been an escapist, always been a sucker for a good adventure story, but what he'd discovered recently was that doubling up, reading two different adventures in one evening, usually threw his imagination for a loop. So here he was, his mind muddled with thoughts of an anarchist clown and a boy who never grew any older, who might antagonize him, cut off his hand and feed it to a crocodile...
Was Peter Pan an antihero? He never did anything with the inclination of making a difference or seeking acknowledgment-- except to openly boast about his own cleverness... but, rather, he seemed to live to antagonize Hook. Was it any wonder that the Pirate Captain desperately sought revenge against the boy? Bod wasn't sure when he developed a soft spot for pirates. He just wasn't entirely sure that Pan hadn't asked for it.
The idea of flight, though... he couldn't help but be a little jealous...
Shaking his head, he walked down the steps towards the road. Well, then. Now what? Would some sort of anarchy swoop down out of the sky and attack him? Was this town going to do anything interesting, now or anytime soon? Well. Bring it, he thought, stopping in the middle of the street and staring up into the sky. Bring anything. I am so ready.