This is a post of stupid ideas being executed by the idiots who thought them up
Robin Rice stumbled on a few CLF members trying to deface property with more of their hate speech. He has no weapons andno idea how to fight. One of these is an Elemental of some sort. Apparently, he's decided to tell them to stop, instead of calling the police. He's saying a lot that sounds good about why they should stop. They seem too angry to listen. It's never a good idea to get on the CLF's bad side, but he honestly doesn't care. After all that these people have done, he's going to yell at them for being ignorant, violent bastards who continuously make messes that he has to clean up... and kill innocent people.
Danny Smalls is poking someone that could be your character with a stick. Possibly, your character is sleeping in a public area. Maybe they passed out. Maybe they're staring into the distance with no awareness of their surroundings. Or maybe they simply look like they need to be poked. At any rate, Danny is poking with a stick. He twisted his ankle yesterday. This is the perfect time to be picking fights with random strangers. Yes.
It's late at night, when Martha Jones walks through the park. Attached to the lamp post is something that looks interesting. It may be nothing more than a balloon, but she has enough curiosity that she's climbed on to the edge of the bench, trying to reach for the object hanging there. It's precarious. The bench isn't stable and neither is she. She nearly falls several times, but her curiosity has the best of her. If she does fall, she'll simply heal if it injures her.
Xander wants to have sex again. He's wandering around downtown Chicago, sneaking into bars and clubs and attempting to turn up the Xander-charm so hopefully someone will be interested in the Xandman. Most of these women seem to think he's Oh, so cute. He needs a wing man. He, also, needs to be taught about STDs. The one time that he tried to use a line, the woman threw a drink at his face. He's currently wiping that drink off of him with his sleeve. He hates the smell of alcohol.
Danny Smalls is poking someone that could be your character with a stick. Possibly, your character is sleeping in a public area. Maybe they passed out. Maybe they're staring into the distance with no awareness of their surroundings. Or maybe they simply look like they need to be poked. At any rate, Danny is poking with a stick. He twisted his ankle yesterday. This is the perfect time to be picking fights with random strangers. Yes.
It's late at night, when Martha Jones walks through the park. Attached to the lamp post is something that looks interesting. It may be nothing more than a balloon, but she has enough curiosity that she's climbed on to the edge of the bench, trying to reach for the object hanging there. It's precarious. The bench isn't stable and neither is she. She nearly falls several times, but her curiosity has the best of her. If she does fall, she'll simply heal if it injures her.
Xander wants to have sex again. He's wandering around downtown Chicago, sneaking into bars and clubs and attempting to turn up the Xander-charm so hopefully someone will be interested in the Xandman. Most of these women seem to think he's Oh, so cute. He needs a wing man. He, also, needs to be taught about STDs. The one time that he tried to use a line, the woman threw a drink at his face. He's currently wiping that drink off of him with his sleeve. He hates the smell of alcohol.