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Some say that life is a never-ending race between mountain tops and valleys, going up one moment and coming down the next. Arthur Curry would beg to differe; not only is he only on land when visiting friends and blowing up highly illegal labs belonging to Lex Luthor, but he'd tend to liken life to a series of waves that come and go at regular intervals.
Or, like today, he'd liken it to a small miscalculation on his part to how many 'well paid' security members were at the 33.1 compound in (and AC still can't believe this) Casablanca, Morocco. Which is where he stumbles in from this time, the door bursting open to reveal the brief landscape of sand and water, and the famous city in the distance. He's shirtless, which runs to the norm, but bleeding from a series of slashes across the right side of his torso, which doesn't.
AC takes a glance around, the intense expression on his face lessening slightly and moves carefully towards the bar in search of water and something to clean up his injuries, eventually settling at a table out of the way with said items. Villainy, thy name is Luthor.
[tinytag: Arthur Curry]
Or, like today, he'd liken it to a small miscalculation on his part to how many 'well paid' security members were at the 33.1 compound in (and AC still can't believe this) Casablanca, Morocco. Which is where he stumbles in from this time, the door bursting open to reveal the brief landscape of sand and water, and the famous city in the distance. He's shirtless, which runs to the norm, but bleeding from a series of slashes across the right side of his torso, which doesn't.
AC takes a glance around, the intense expression on his face lessening slightly and moves carefully towards the bar in search of water and something to clean up his injuries, eventually settling at a table out of the way with said items. Villainy, thy name is Luthor.
[tinytag: Arthur Curry]