Post by kalk on Jan 15, 2022 20:35:55 GMT -5
Hi everyone soo I'm thinking of playing Jay Garrick and made a little mini story to show how I would play him
Jay opened his eyes and was met with a blank wall. He groaned for a bit and reached over to his bedside to his wife only to find that side empty. He breathed a heavy sigh. For once, he actually forgot about what happened to her. Tina Garrick was the love of his life, and for 40 years, that never changed. However, age catches up to you, which doesn’t change for anyone. He didn’t think that he would outlive her; after all, he was the one putting himself in danger every day of his life. But being a metahuman was both a gift and a curse. He sat up on the side of his bed, breathing a heavy sigh. Even in retirement, he still felt empty inside. He missed the good old days when life was much simpler and a part of the JSA. Stopping the bad guys and punching nazis, and they would go home and celebrate about it. He felt like he should reach out and talk to them, but he knew that was out of the picture. They hadn’t spoken in 30 years, and he was too much of a coward to break the ice.
He stood up, walked over to the tv, and switched it on. A news report was playing about a recent villain attack; not wanting to hear about villains, he switched to another channel which was another news report talking about the same thing. He changed it again and again, but no luck. He mentally cursed as he turned the tv off. He got up again and put some regular clothes on; he opened the door and walked out of his house, deciding to take a walk. He walked around and stopped by some old places just to say hi. He rounded a corner when he was stopped by a couple of thugs who pulled knives on him. “GIVE US YOUR MONEY OR WE’LL GUT YA OLD MAN” they moved a bit closer this time, and jay stepped back a bit. “Look, fellas, I’m just out for my morning walk. I don’t have anything on me at the moment,” he thought that would be the end of it, but one of them lunged at him, ready to kill him.
It was as if time slowed down around him, a feeling he knew all too well. The sensation of the lightning around him gave Jay a little comforting sensation knowing not everyone was gone. And in an instant, he disposed of all of the thugs and continued his walk, this time having a little bounce in his step. A couple hours passed by when he decided to return home wearing a bright smile. That old feeling of beating up some punks really cheered up his mood. He took off his jacket and hung it up on a rack when he decided to plop back down on his couch and switch on the TV. He was immediately greeted by a very anxious news reporter talking about a hostage situation in a bank. He put the remote down and listened in carefully.
They were asking for a billion dollars. If their demands weren’t met, they would kill everyone. He didn’t think about what he should do, who he should call, or was this even a good idea because he was off his couch and putting on his costume as soon as he heard the last threat. In almost a second, he was out there and running to the bank. He stopped at a nearby police officer. “Hello, Officer, what’s the situation?” He asked. The officer turned around and gave a shocked face but turned into a smile. “It’s good to see you again, Flash. We got a hostage situation in the bank. They won’t let them go unless their demands are met. He said worriedly. “Don’t worry, officer, tell everyone to fall back; I’ll handle this,” he said confidently; the officer reached for his command told everyone to fall back. The Flash ran in and disarmed all the goons and knocked them out in an instant. The hostages thanked their scarlet savior, and he kindly thanked them in return for being so brave
The Flash has returned.
(This is far from perfect I promise my writing is better in rp then in short stories)
Jay opened his eyes and was met with a blank wall. He groaned for a bit and reached over to his bedside to his wife only to find that side empty. He breathed a heavy sigh. For once, he actually forgot about what happened to her. Tina Garrick was the love of his life, and for 40 years, that never changed. However, age catches up to you, which doesn’t change for anyone. He didn’t think that he would outlive her; after all, he was the one putting himself in danger every day of his life. But being a metahuman was both a gift and a curse. He sat up on the side of his bed, breathing a heavy sigh. Even in retirement, he still felt empty inside. He missed the good old days when life was much simpler and a part of the JSA. Stopping the bad guys and punching nazis, and they would go home and celebrate about it. He felt like he should reach out and talk to them, but he knew that was out of the picture. They hadn’t spoken in 30 years, and he was too much of a coward to break the ice.
He stood up, walked over to the tv, and switched it on. A news report was playing about a recent villain attack; not wanting to hear about villains, he switched to another channel which was another news report talking about the same thing. He changed it again and again, but no luck. He mentally cursed as he turned the tv off. He got up again and put some regular clothes on; he opened the door and walked out of his house, deciding to take a walk. He walked around and stopped by some old places just to say hi. He rounded a corner when he was stopped by a couple of thugs who pulled knives on him. “GIVE US YOUR MONEY OR WE’LL GUT YA OLD MAN” they moved a bit closer this time, and jay stepped back a bit. “Look, fellas, I’m just out for my morning walk. I don’t have anything on me at the moment,” he thought that would be the end of it, but one of them lunged at him, ready to kill him.
It was as if time slowed down around him, a feeling he knew all too well. The sensation of the lightning around him gave Jay a little comforting sensation knowing not everyone was gone. And in an instant, he disposed of all of the thugs and continued his walk, this time having a little bounce in his step. A couple hours passed by when he decided to return home wearing a bright smile. That old feeling of beating up some punks really cheered up his mood. He took off his jacket and hung it up on a rack when he decided to plop back down on his couch and switch on the TV. He was immediately greeted by a very anxious news reporter talking about a hostage situation in a bank. He put the remote down and listened in carefully.
They were asking for a billion dollars. If their demands weren’t met, they would kill everyone. He didn’t think about what he should do, who he should call, or was this even a good idea because he was off his couch and putting on his costume as soon as he heard the last threat. In almost a second, he was out there and running to the bank. He stopped at a nearby police officer. “Hello, Officer, what’s the situation?” He asked. The officer turned around and gave a shocked face but turned into a smile. “It’s good to see you again, Flash. We got a hostage situation in the bank. They won’t let them go unless their demands are met. He said worriedly. “Don’t worry, officer, tell everyone to fall back; I’ll handle this,” he said confidently; the officer reached for his command told everyone to fall back. The Flash ran in and disarmed all the goons and knocked them out in an instant. The hostages thanked their scarlet savior, and he kindly thanked them in return for being so brave
The Flash has returned.
(This is far from perfect I promise my writing is better in rp then in short stories)
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