Post by Guy Gardner on Nov 23, 2007 20:38:26 GMT -5
Rocketing through sectors like a bat outa Hell, Gardner passes the time with a rather off-key rendition of Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself". Still garnering a few bruises from a pit-stop back in sector 3870, Guy seems oblivious to any faint resonance of pain that might linger. Apparently it is unsightly to turn your back on the barkeep on Argos-Thein during the serving of your beverage. No one told Guy - and Guy doesn't care. He just wanted a drink. They're the ones that made a fuss. He can't help it if the whole dammed planet is back-wards. They started it. Guy finished it.
A tiny voice intercedes into the newest track on "Worst Cover Songs Ever".
Ring: Point of destination 13 parsecs and closing. Estimated time to arrival: 3 minutes.
Badly sung lyrics cease. An eyebrow arches. One nostril and a lip flare. In all, an expression of indignant mockery.
"Gee, thanks for that completely unnecessary and obvious information. What Cracker Jack box did I get YOU from?"
It's true. Guy had flown this same path so many times before, he could boastfully make it with his eyes closed - although the ring would always guide him anyway. He just hated the interruption of his kick-ass concert for one. Slowing his acceleration, Gardner comes to a light float as he scans the area.
"Oh boy! I hope Wonder Woman is taking a shower!"
Face full of mischief, he darts towards the pillar of metal and steel. Its panels glistening with the light of the sun far behind, the Watchtower is large enough to serve nearly all non-Terran visitors as an intergalactic "Ellis Island". Martian Manhunter often spends his hours between surveying Earth and conversing flight plans and customs with aliens. The safety of the planet is not limited to its own inhabitants, after all. Single space-riders are asked to stop at the Tower for medical evaluation by the Manhunter himself - ensuring that no new diseases are transmitted and that the visitors are not subjected to Earth's viral infections themselves.
Zipping from window to window, Gardner seeks out his first victim. An empty corridor. A vacant rec-room. A non-populated gymnasium. Then.........the cafeteria. With all of the stealth of a feline and all of the gall of a bull, the Green Lantern sneaks up on an unsuspecting Leaguer. A huge, wicked grin curls his lips back. His eyes widen, brows furrowed with anticipation. Then...he makes his move.
Suddenly he slams his face against the glass pane with a loud THUNK! and conjures up the most unattractive and childish face he can possibly imagine at this point in time.
A tiny voice intercedes into the newest track on "Worst Cover Songs Ever".
Ring: Point of destination 13 parsecs and closing. Estimated time to arrival: 3 minutes.
Badly sung lyrics cease. An eyebrow arches. One nostril and a lip flare. In all, an expression of indignant mockery.
"Gee, thanks for that completely unnecessary and obvious information. What Cracker Jack box did I get YOU from?"
It's true. Guy had flown this same path so many times before, he could boastfully make it with his eyes closed - although the ring would always guide him anyway. He just hated the interruption of his kick-ass concert for one. Slowing his acceleration, Gardner comes to a light float as he scans the area.
"Oh boy! I hope Wonder Woman is taking a shower!"
Face full of mischief, he darts towards the pillar of metal and steel. Its panels glistening with the light of the sun far behind, the Watchtower is large enough to serve nearly all non-Terran visitors as an intergalactic "Ellis Island". Martian Manhunter often spends his hours between surveying Earth and conversing flight plans and customs with aliens. The safety of the planet is not limited to its own inhabitants, after all. Single space-riders are asked to stop at the Tower for medical evaluation by the Manhunter himself - ensuring that no new diseases are transmitted and that the visitors are not subjected to Earth's viral infections themselves.
Zipping from window to window, Gardner seeks out his first victim. An empty corridor. A vacant rec-room. A non-populated gymnasium. Then.........the cafeteria. With all of the stealth of a feline and all of the gall of a bull, the Green Lantern sneaks up on an unsuspecting Leaguer. A huge, wicked grin curls his lips back. His eyes widen, brows furrowed with anticipation. Then...he makes his move.
Suddenly he slams his face against the glass pane with a loud THUNK! and conjures up the most unattractive and childish face he can possibly imagine at this point in time.
