Golden Gate Park
I left Metropolis with the intent of talking to the JLA, instead I found myself at Golden Gate Park. I haven't felt this confused in a long time, and talking to the JLA didn't seem like the right thing to do. I have had alot of time to think about what I wanted to do, but nothing seemed to make sense. I felt like looking around for someone to talk to about it, but the names had come up short. Who I needed to talk to wasn't here.
They allow dogs on a leash in Golden Gate Park, althought there has been talk of 'off the leash' areas. It's been a long time sense I have been here, so they could already have them and I wouldn't know it. One dog today, has a serious problem with being on he's leash. He's a Siberian Huskie, crying up a storm so bad he had attracted quite a crowd. He's wearing a spiked choke coller and the links had gotten badly twisted. The collar had tighten itself far too much for the dog and I could tell he was getting really stressed about it. His owner, a middle aged man, had become more than a little frustrated about what to do. He called over anyone walking by looking for a pair of wire cutters, pilers, or anything that could free the dog. A few people tried to carefully remove the collar, but as soon as someone touched it the dog howled.
I walked over to the dog as Captain Atom. So much attention had been on the dog that no one noticed me until I had made my way throught the crowd. I reached down, moved the leash lead to the Huskie’s actual collar and ripped apart the spiked collar. For my time the Huskie licked my hand, and I got a small applause. The owner shook my hand in thanks.
Then a man ran from the back of the crowd, and someone cried, “He’s got my wallet!” It was a pickpocket taking advantage of the situation. I floated above the crowd and darted off after him. He got about 30 yards when I stopped him by flying ahead and punching him in the gut. He crumbled, into a fetal position cluching his stomach.
Then I released something…I had hit him. No one felt sorry for him, but I did. I could have ruptured his internal organs, fractured his spine, anything… The police hauled him off, and he didn’t seem to worse for the wear. I didn’t have to hit him at all. I didn’t have to attack Golden Ram the way I did. I didn’t try to talk him down or find out first if he could even take the force of blows I was given him. I cut loose on Golden Ram, and shown no reguard for the pickpocket’s safety from me. It was a sobering thought for my sense of judgement.
No, I shouldn’t go to the JLA. Not right now.
They allow dogs on a leash in Golden Gate Park, althought there has been talk of 'off the leash' areas. It's been a long time sense I have been here, so they could already have them and I wouldn't know it. One dog today, has a serious problem with being on he's leash. He's a Siberian Huskie, crying up a storm so bad he had attracted quite a crowd. He's wearing a spiked choke coller and the links had gotten badly twisted. The collar had tighten itself far too much for the dog and I could tell he was getting really stressed about it. His owner, a middle aged man, had become more than a little frustrated about what to do. He called over anyone walking by looking for a pair of wire cutters, pilers, or anything that could free the dog. A few people tried to carefully remove the collar, but as soon as someone touched it the dog howled.
I walked over to the dog as Captain Atom. So much attention had been on the dog that no one noticed me until I had made my way throught the crowd. I reached down, moved the leash lead to the Huskie’s actual collar and ripped apart the spiked collar. For my time the Huskie licked my hand, and I got a small applause. The owner shook my hand in thanks.
Then a man ran from the back of the crowd, and someone cried, “He’s got my wallet!” It was a pickpocket taking advantage of the situation. I floated above the crowd and darted off after him. He got about 30 yards when I stopped him by flying ahead and punching him in the gut. He crumbled, into a fetal position cluching his stomach.
Then I released something…I had hit him. No one felt sorry for him, but I did. I could have ruptured his internal organs, fractured his spine, anything… The police hauled him off, and he didn’t seem to worse for the wear. I didn’t have to hit him at all. I didn’t have to attack Golden Ram the way I did. I didn’t try to talk him down or find out first if he could even take the force of blows I was given him. I cut loose on Golden Ram, and shown no reguard for the pickpocket’s safety from me. It was a sobering thought for my sense of judgement.
No, I shouldn’t go to the JLA. Not right now.