WHO: Tincho and the Invisible Man Matthew, duh. WHEN: Monday afternoon. (July 19th) WHERE: The sexyfine streets of Liberty. WHAT: Is this a movie? A bad one?
Matthew was having a bad day to say the least. While normally the thought of not being invisible made him happy, now that he was walking around with a giant floating neon sign over his head, Matthew wanted nothing more than to be invisible for the rest of his life. He had wanted people's attention but not like this, he thought as another couple passed him by and began whispering to each other. People had been staring at him all day. He couldn't go anywhere anymore without getting strange looks. I should have just stayed home, he thought with a sigh.
This was embarassing. Just ignore me, just look away. he prayed of the other passers by as he walked down the street, being careful not to make eye contact with anyone. If you couldn't see them they couldn't see you right? Unfortunately this was probably the reason he ran smack dab into a blond man. As he bounced back lost his balance and fell he heard one of the lights in the sign above him go out with a bzzt sound. Well that was a strange coincidence, he though from his place on the
For a long moment, Martín just stared at the kid on the floor. Or more appropriately, the signs over his head. Oddly enough he couldn't find any of the cables supporting it. Huh, must have been really good technology. Ridiculously thin wires. Or something.
"'Ey, you gonna help him?" asked Maradona with a severe look, hands on his hips, potbelly jutting out. Martín bit his tongue and sent him a seething glare before taking a few steps closer and helpfully offering both hands.
Then he smiled crookedly. "Am I..." Maradona cleared his throat. "Am we," he corrected crossly, "interrupting?" His eyes pointedly flicked up to the panel that's gone dark.
Matt gratefully accepted the strangers help in standing up. He opened his mouth about to say thanks and continue on his merry way when the man in the speedo caught his attention. Wait, what? Who walked around town in a speedo? Not that Matthew understood why anyone would ever want to wear a speedo. This potbellied man especially shouldn't be wearing one.
"Am we interrupting?"
The other clothed man's question managed to break through Matt's consciousness. "Uh... what?" he asked, ever the eloquent young man. He saw the direction of the man's gaze and assumed he was asking about the sign. "Oh uh, no. I have.. no idea how that works or why it did that." he said. His hatred of the ridiculous sign showing on his face.
FRANCE SHOULDN'T BE WEARING A SPEEDO EITHER.no_lloresJuly 27 2010, 05:22:48 UTC
"Can I..." Touch it, Martín was going to finish, but curiosity got the better of him and his hand darted out. Tapping one of the signs with his fingernail, it felt surprisingly real. Then he passed his hands around its edges, feeling for strings, oblivious to the fact that he was smacking the poor man in the face.
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This was embarassing. Just ignore me, just look away. he prayed of the other passers by as he walked down the street, being careful not to make eye contact with anyone. If you couldn't see them they couldn't see you right? Unfortunately this was probably the reason he ran smack dab into a blond man. As he bounced back lost his balance and fell he heard one of the lights in the sign above him go out with a bzzt sound. Well that was a strange coincidence, he though from his place on the
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For a long moment, Martín just stared at the kid on the floor. Or more appropriately, the signs over his head. Oddly enough he couldn't find any of the cables supporting it. Huh, must have been really good technology. Ridiculously thin wires. Or something.
"'Ey, you gonna help him?" asked Maradona with a severe look, hands on his hips, potbelly jutting out. Martín bit his tongue and sent him a seething glare before taking a few steps closer and helpfully offering both hands.
Then he smiled crookedly. "Am I..." Maradona cleared his throat. "Am we," he corrected crossly, "interrupting?" His eyes pointedly flicked up to the panel that's gone dark.
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"Am we interrupting?"
The other clothed man's question managed to break through Matt's consciousness. "Uh... what?" he asked, ever the eloquent young man. He saw the direction of the man's gaze and assumed he was asking about the sign. "Oh uh, no. I have.. no idea how that works or why it did that." he said. His hatred of the ridiculous sign showing on his face.
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"Can I..." Touch it, Martín was going to finish, but curiosity got the better of him and his hand darted out. Tapping one of the signs with his fingernail, it felt surprisingly real. Then he passed his hands around its edges, feeling for strings, oblivious to the fact that he was smacking the poor man in the face.
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