Post by Eugene Mode on Aug 24, 2010 20:57:00 GMT -5
The thundering clouds cracked the night sky with ferocity, setting the mood inside the Mode Home.
"But I don't want to move!" a boy exclaimed, almost yelling in frustration at a figure that could only be conceived as his father.
"We don't have a choice gene! Once Luthor Corp watches their security tapes your done for! I can't believe you would do something like this!" The man was obviously angry at Eugene, what had he been thinking? breaking into a building owned by Luthor Corp? he knew their reputation, it had been publicly accused more times than he could count...
"Now pack your things... I'm not waiting for sunrise..." Eugene's head had sunk while he thought about his actions, now rising as his father spoke, he let out a single sigh in response, retreating past his fathers broad shoulders and heading towards his tiny bedroom. As he swung the door opened the storm crackled another bolt of lightning, rattling his shoddy windowpane with booming thunder, the illumination briefly lit his black room, highlighting childhood memories: the truck he got for his third birthday, the first valentine card a girl rejected, the keys to his crappy moped, and then like an omen the lighting faded, leaving his room dark again. Eugene sighed again, flicking the light switch on and moving to fall to his bed, face first. He really didn't want to go anywhere, it was hard enough making friends or at least talking to people that already knew him, but now he would have to build a reputation all over again... not that his was much at the moment. Eugene's mind wandered to last night, his warehouse break-in, the strange glowing crystals and the sensation he had felt afterward, it was nice to be empowered, even if it was only a moment. Eugene sympathized with the stories of Lex Luthor the media occasionally portrayed, always trying to obtain some form of power, but all those shows and reporters seemed to dissipate right after the story aired, and people stopped trying to point fingers at him eventually. 'I wonder if he ever succeeded' Eugene thought to himself, rolling on the bed to stair at his plain ceiling. Eugene would close his eyes and think about his past.
He had less regrets than he thought, maybe moving wouldn't be so bad.
Thread Ending
Continued in Jump City: Rough Around the Edges
"But I don't want to move!" a boy exclaimed, almost yelling in frustration at a figure that could only be conceived as his father.
"We don't have a choice gene! Once Luthor Corp watches their security tapes your done for! I can't believe you would do something like this!" The man was obviously angry at Eugene, what had he been thinking? breaking into a building owned by Luthor Corp? he knew their reputation, it had been publicly accused more times than he could count...
"Now pack your things... I'm not waiting for sunrise..." Eugene's head had sunk while he thought about his actions, now rising as his father spoke, he let out a single sigh in response, retreating past his fathers broad shoulders and heading towards his tiny bedroom. As he swung the door opened the storm crackled another bolt of lightning, rattling his shoddy windowpane with booming thunder, the illumination briefly lit his black room, highlighting childhood memories: the truck he got for his third birthday, the first valentine card a girl rejected, the keys to his crappy moped, and then like an omen the lighting faded, leaving his room dark again. Eugene sighed again, flicking the light switch on and moving to fall to his bed, face first. He really didn't want to go anywhere, it was hard enough making friends or at least talking to people that already knew him, but now he would have to build a reputation all over again... not that his was much at the moment. Eugene's mind wandered to last night, his warehouse break-in, the strange glowing crystals and the sensation he had felt afterward, it was nice to be empowered, even if it was only a moment. Eugene sympathized with the stories of Lex Luthor the media occasionally portrayed, always trying to obtain some form of power, but all those shows and reporters seemed to dissipate right after the story aired, and people stopped trying to point fingers at him eventually. 'I wonder if he ever succeeded' Eugene thought to himself, rolling on the bed to stair at his plain ceiling. Eugene would close his eyes and think about his past.
He had less regrets than he thought, maybe moving wouldn't be so bad.
Thread Ending
Continued in Jump City: Rough Around the Edges
