[GO TEAM V- wait .... what?]
WHO: Dean Venture, [OPEN]
What: arrival
Where: the corridors
A skinny teenage boy in a red sweater vest stumbles down the hall.
"Haaaank?" he whines. "Where are we Hank? Did we stumble across some secret part of dad's lab?"
He wanders a bit farther.
"But then how did part of Dad's lab get in the hallway between our bathroom and our bedroom?"
It finally occurres to the boy that he is not getting a response.
"Haaaank? Where are you Haaaank?"
No response.
"Seeeeriously Haaank, this isn't funnnny."
The boy starts fiddling with something on his wrist that looks like an over-grown watch.
"Hank? Come in Hank! This is Dean calling!"
The only sound coming from the device is static. The boy starts to sound more panicked.
"Brooock? Come in Brooock! It's Dean- I've lost Hank!"
More static. The boy fiddles frantically with the dial on the side.
"Dad, come in dad! Can you hear me? It's Dean! I think I'm lost ..."
He looks around, lip wobbling with poorly concealed fear.
"H.E.L.P.E.R.? Can you hear me H.E.L.P.E.R.? ... Anybody? Please? Hank, Brock, Dad, Aaaaanybody???"
The device does not seem to be reaching anyone. Something suddenly occurs to the boy.
"Haaank? Are you playing some kind of stupid joke on me? You are, aren't you ... you're trying to make me scared. Well it's not working."
The boy puts his hands on his hips and valiantly tries for a stiff upper lip.
"HENRY ALLEN VENTURE, YOU STOP HIDING AND COME OUT HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
When there's no response to his yelling, the boy's bravado quickly fails, and he hugs his arms around himself as he tries not to tremble.
"Guys ... seriously guys ... this isn't fuuuunnny ..."
The boy stares at the featureless corridor that surrounds him, very lost and alone. Won't someone give him a hand?
What: arrival
Where: the corridors
A skinny teenage boy in a red sweater vest stumbles down the hall.
"Haaaank?" he whines. "Where are we Hank? Did we stumble across some secret part of dad's lab?"
He wanders a bit farther.
"But then how did part of Dad's lab get in the hallway between our bathroom and our bedroom?"
It finally occurres to the boy that he is not getting a response.
"Haaaank? Where are you Haaaank?"
No response.
"Seeeeriously Haaank, this isn't funnnny."
The boy starts fiddling with something on his wrist that looks like an over-grown watch.
"Hank? Come in Hank! This is Dean calling!"
The only sound coming from the device is static. The boy starts to sound more panicked.
"Brooock? Come in Brooock! It's Dean- I've lost Hank!"
More static. The boy fiddles frantically with the dial on the side.
"Dad, come in dad! Can you hear me? It's Dean! I think I'm lost ..."
He looks around, lip wobbling with poorly concealed fear.
"H.E.L.P.E.R.? Can you hear me H.E.L.P.E.R.? ... Anybody? Please? Hank, Brock, Dad, Aaaaanybody???"
The device does not seem to be reaching anyone. Something suddenly occurs to the boy.
"Haaank? Are you playing some kind of stupid joke on me? You are, aren't you ... you're trying to make me scared. Well it's not working."
The boy puts his hands on his hips and valiantly tries for a stiff upper lip.
"HENRY ALLEN VENTURE, YOU STOP HIDING AND COME OUT HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"
When there's no response to his yelling, the boy's bravado quickly fails, and he hugs his arms around himself as he tries not to tremble.
"Guys ... seriously guys ... this isn't fuuuunnny ..."
The boy stares at the featureless corridor that surrounds him, very lost and alone. Won't someone give him a hand?