Bad timing [open]
WHO: Wally, open to all Titans and anyone else at the Tower. Please come help out a distressed speedster, or come laugh at him, whichever.
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: Monday, November 23rd; Night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Being a victim of a prank and then finding out your power is not working as it should are both Not Nice Things.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph, your pick from there on.
All day he hadn't noticed anything off and it had given Wally hope that maybe today he wouldn't be pranked and at the same time had made him more wary. So after a day of watching his back, a shower to relax had been really appreciated.
At least until he had gotten out from under it and found out Dick had been in his room again. After a minute of staring at his pink-haired reflection in absolute horror he had tried washing his hair over and over again but it wasn't working. Not as fast as Wally would have liked anyway which meant he was going to have to go out and find a shop that was still open and sold hair dye. Preferably without being seen.
That last bit wouldn't be too hard, of course. He was a speedster and if he vibrated at the right frequency he would practically be invisible, he'd done it countless times. So after throwing on some clothes he didn't hesitate before speeding down the halls. He was almost through the living room when he decided that going for the door was too much of a bother and went to phase right through the wall--
Only to find himself running straight into it and bouncing back with pained, surprised cry as he landed on his butt. The state of his hair was promptly forgotten in favor of staring at the wall in wide-eyed shock. That wasn't supposed to happen.
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: Monday, November 23rd; Night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Being a victim of a prank and then finding out your power is not working as it should are both Not Nice Things.
FORMAT: Starting with paragraph, your pick from there on.
All day he hadn't noticed anything off and it had given Wally hope that maybe today he wouldn't be pranked and at the same time had made him more wary. So after a day of watching his back, a shower to relax had been really appreciated.
At least until he had gotten out from under it and found out Dick had been in his room again. After a minute of staring at his pink-haired reflection in absolute horror he had tried washing his hair over and over again but it wasn't working. Not as fast as Wally would have liked anyway which meant he was going to have to go out and find a shop that was still open and sold hair dye. Preferably without being seen.
That last bit wouldn't be too hard, of course. He was a speedster and if he vibrated at the right frequency he would practically be invisible, he'd done it countless times. So after throwing on some clothes he didn't hesitate before speeding down the halls. He was almost through the living room when he decided that going for the door was too much of a bother and went to phase right through the wall--
Only to find himself running straight into it and bouncing back with pained, surprised cry as he landed on his butt. The state of his hair was promptly forgotten in favor of staring at the wall in wide-eyed shock. That wasn't supposed to happen.