Log:Enter: Hermes

2010/06/29 	 Bullet Hermes 1

It's a typical summer evening in the park, where all sorts of people are taking advantage of the beautiful weather and the lush surroundings. A group of tourists pose for photographs in front of the lake. A fifties-ish couple makes a leisurely stroll, dressed as though they've just come from a night at the opera. A group of teens toss a frisbee around.

Ace is among those relaxing in the park today. He is out for a comfortable jog. Ah yes, trying to improve land speed when flying is the greatest thing Ace had but he can't always do that so here he is jogging. He seems to be rather enjoying himself, and the bright light reminding himof the powers within himself.

Saaaturdayyy! In the Park!... oh wait, it's not Saturday. But Eden was listening to her MP3 player and an -ancient- classic by Chicago. Yes folks, Saturday in the Park was the song of the moment for her. Not jogging, not even walking fast. She's lying on her back watching the sunset with her hands clasped behind her back. Lying in a bed of trimmed grass while just relaxing for the first time in ... oh.. quite a while. Her feet move with the rhythm of her music and she mutters to herself, "Why doesn't anyone use -real- brass anymore like these guys? And why didn't Daddy introduce me to this band years ago?"

"Wha -- ? My camera... it just vanished..." The tourists seems ready to take a picture. Four of them are posed, while the fifth is standing there holding empty hands instead of his camera. He begins to look around, confused. His posing friends walk over to him to find out what's happened exactly.

Of course, that's just the time that the song ends and there is a brief pause between musical numbers. Huh? Eden's ears perk up at the words of the tourists, and she sits up. She has her jacket spread on the ground where she was reclining so her basically bare back wouldn't be all itchy from the grass. Eyes seek out these tourists and she levers herself to her feet while wiping her hands across her backside to dislodge any loose dirt of grass blades. She doesn't really approach so much as just try to figure out what was going on. Oh, and she reaches up to pull the earbuds from her ears so she can hear better too.

The tourist photographer tries hard to explain it to his friends: "... and poof... it was gone! I don't understand it. That was an expensive camera, too..."

"Are you sure you didn't just put it down and forget where it was?" asks Eden in her almost valley girl mannerism. She grins as she approaches and has her jacket tied about her waist. After all, it's hot out and she really only brought it to use as a backdrop on the ground.

Meanwhile, not to far away, there's a shriek. The opera lady gasps, "My necklace... it's gone!"

Tourist photographer sounds annoyed as he turns and explains to Eden: "No. It was in my hands one moment and gone the next."

"Mmm-Hmmm..." mutters Eden in a manner that indicates she really doesn't believe the man. However, she glances towards the woman who screams and rolls her eyes, "Oh, this is getting ridiculous." she adds before turning to start walking towards the exit of the park, where her vehicle (and costume) are located. She figures she can return if she needs to, but she's not going to let anyone figure out that she's... special.

While Eden retreats to her car, opera realizes that his watch is gone as well. His tie flutters as a breeze sweeps past him.

Once back there, Eden slips into the car and then she speeds up considerably. She figures -something- or -someone- is messing around in the park, and so she changes outfits -really- fast before whooshing through the park at breakneck speeds to try to figure out just what's going on. She's not exactly an investigator of course..

Not far from the opera couple, Bullet can make out see a blurry figure standing by.

And with that in effect, Bullet thinks to herself. . o o O O (Oh.. cute.) before she vanishes from all eyes but the most speedy, and ends up beside the blurry man. A hand comes up to tap his shoulder and she says... mimicing talking through rotating fan-blades, "Everything alright here Gonzalez?"

From closer, it's easier to make out the blurry man as just a shaggy headed teenager. He's sorting through some things in his hands, and stuffing them into his cargo shorts: a camera, wallets, a necklace. No one else in the park seems to be reacting to his presence. Before Bullet can tap him on the shoulder, he looks up at her. "Wow... how can you see me?"

Blurry Man

A scruffy looking teeanger, blonde, with a peach-fuzz beard and moustache. He's wearing yellow tinted goggles, a backwards baseball cap, a tank t-shirt, and cargo shorts. His outfit is ragged, except for his sneakers which look brand new.

"Not so tough slowpoke." mutters Bullet as she holds out a hand, "Now, are you going to make nice and give me back the stuff you stole? Or are you going to make me take it from you?" she asks, other hand on her hip. "You play nice and I promise I'll be -real- nice." She tries to appeal to the teen boy angle first.

The blurry teen raises his goggles to take a look at Bullet. "Dayyum, girl... You're flyer than a piece of paper! I'm Hermes... the fastest kid in town. Who are you?"

Oh, that must be a challenge. "Fastest kid in town eh? I tell you what. You give back the stuff you took, and I'll race ya. You win, I'll give you a kiss. Name's Bullet, as in.. are you faster than a speeding one?" asks that namesake as she folds her arms over her chest. "Let's make the race interesting. From here to the outskirts of town.. the old Henderson building." (making it up, roughly 15 miles off.)

"Yeah, the old Henderson building..." Hermes says, sounding as if he knows the area. "How about this... we race. If you win, I give back the stuff. If I win... you give me a kiss."

People passing by give Bullet odd looks -- from their point of view, she's talking to thin air.

"You're on." and with that, she's gone. Some people might call it cheating, but she named a location she was at least passingly familiar with. Lets see if the kid is faster than her absolute best... (using power: I'll be right there!) and it's the city itself passing by in an absolute blur around her. Hermes may be fast, but she's the Bullet!

The city street zoom past as Bullet races to the finish line. And Hermes is right there, keeping pace with her, but eventually Bullet pulls away from him.

Maybe the kid wanted to lose, who knows? But Bullet has an ego, she knows it... and she's a poor loser. She'd likely not take it well if the one thing she did well she wasn't able to win at. Okay well one of the few things aside from cheerleading and leading on teenaged kids. It's all a blur, which makes Hermes's blurry nature something of an ironic thing, and when he arrives at the building, she has her hand out for the stuff. "Thanks for letting me win." she remarks, "Now, the stuff?"

Hermes skids to a halt, ending up in front of Bullet. He doesn't seem to mind coming in second. He shrugs and admits with a smile. "A deal's a deal..." He starts to empty the stolen loot from his pockets and hand it over to Bullet. As he does so, he says, "Smokin hot, and super fast too... if you weren't all 'uphold the law' you'd be awesome. Why you making give this stuff back?"

"Because just having the ability to take it, doesn't give you the -right- to take it. I'm sure you could earn enough money with your unique abilities... to live comfortably. Can you imagine how fast you could deliver pizza?" asks Bullet with a chuckle as she takes possession of the necklace, camera, wallet, etc. "So... are you saying you really -are- Hermes, the messenger of the gods?" she looks down at the shoes and inclines her head, "I don't see winged sandles.."

Hermes shrugs, "I live just fine. I just stole the stuff because it's -fun-. I run with a group called the Young Gods, and we do alright -- 60-inch 3D plasma flat screen kind of alright. You haven't heard of us yet -- but you will." He punctuates his statement with a wink. "You should go ahead and keep that necklace. It sure looks better on you than it did on that old lady." He glances down to his feet. "Sandals. No way... these kicks are one-of-a-kind custom order. That guy with the winged sandals? He wishes he had these."

"Except that the sandals were what allowed the original Hermes to travel anywhere, at the speed of the gods. Ever read a book there kid?" she asks as she leans in a bit closer. If allowed, she'll plant a small kiss on his cheek and suggest as she does so, "It's a lot more fun to do something right and know you made a difference. You wanna learn about -that-, I'll be happy to spend a lot more time with you and show you how it can be. I'm sure you can find me if you want to.." and with that, she starts heading back towards the park across town.. the slower way. She doesn't need to push herself now.

Hermes freezes a bit, nervously, as Bullet steps into a his personal space. He allows Bullet to kiss him on the cheek. And for once, he's speechless. He watches her leave and waves, finally finding his voice again: "So long, hot stuff!" Once she's out of sight, he zips off in another direction.