09 December 2013 @ 12:25 am
[Flash is grinning like a fool. Not a big departure from usual.]

Y'know, I've been sitting here for awhile, thinking about how much this place kinda sucks and kinda doesn't. Then, it just hit me. The only reason why this place doesn't suck a hundred per cent is because there are some cool people here. And the coolest of them is Rapunzel. She's really awesome. Have you guys met her?

She's so awesome, in fact, that I would really like to date her. I mean, in an exclusive way, with titles.


So....

HEY, RAPUNZEL, DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

Check yes or no.

[ooc: THIS IS HOW I CHOOSE TO COME BACK.]
 
 
23 October 2013 @ 11:14 pm
[An uncharacteristically bummed Wally is looking into the screen, head resting in his palm. Behind him are the balloons, bobbing cheerfully behind him. It looks as if he's attempting to eat cereal (out of a salad mixing bowl and with a ladle), but for once, he doesn't seem to have much of an appetite.]

Curse days, huh? Aren't they swell?

They've never taken you seriously and they never will.

They're such downers. When I woke up and saw them, they were funny, but now, not so much. They followed me to the bathroom, for heaven's sake. Where else should a man get peace and quiet if not his own bathroom? It's not what they're saying that's bothering me --

You're a joke. You're not a hero. You think you'll ever be a Superman or a Lantern?

It's more that they just don't shut up. And I thought I talked too much. Anyone got earplugs?

You don't deserve to be in the League.

Arrrrrgggghhh!

[He throws his ladle at one - it's knocked down momentarily before it wobbles its way back up.]

And you throw like a baby girl.
 
 
19 October 2013 @ 06:22 pm
This zombie thing? Not cool. Not cool in the least. It's been awhile since I've protected a city from weird, otherworldly creatures, but it's kinda like riding a bike. You wobble a little at first, maybe you're a little rusty, but it's smooth sailing after awhile. You'd think they'd be easier to get rid of though, what with all the...lack of body. Anyway, does anyone need a hand? Anyone stranded? Everyone staying indoors?

Rapunzel, you're inside, right?

Wherever you are, City folk, I'll be around.

Flash, out.

[Action: Flash is currently running around town, trying to find anyone who might be trapped outside. He's avoiding the larger packs of Boneys and picking off any who might be alone by vibrating through them and exploding them. You may hear the sonic boom of him running past or the kabooms he leaves in his wake. Or you may just see a red blur. Or he may be knocking on your door asking for food.]
 
 
30 September 2013 @ 02:59 am
[The Flash is currently talking around a mouthful of what appears to be multiple kinds of candies. So many they're actually spilling out of his mouth. The screen is slightly smudged with whatever ungodly things were on his hands and there is mustard on his chin.]

Just when you think this place completely stinks, something awesome happens. I am so happy. Who wants to take a romantic ride on the Ferris wheel? Or a platonic ride, that would be fine too.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "he should probably wipe his face." You may also be thinking, "but Flash is way faster than these roller coasters." These things you're thinking, they're all true. But you see, I'll wipe my face when I'm good and ready, and also, roller coasters are cool because I still can't fly. So. Nyah.

[He swallows before sticking his tongue out, revealing a multi-colored tongue.]
 
 
16 September 2013 @ 12:39 am
Okay, so, there was an explosion. I swear it had nothing to do with me this time. I promise.

[He's bare-faced, but as he speaks, he pulls his cowl over his face. Yup, he's officially done with the whole "secret identity" thing.]

Is there anyone hurt? Anyone missing? Pets included. Does anyone need help? Head count, please.

[He's uncharacteristically serious, here. He really wants to help you. Whoever you are.]


[ooc: So, I took a sort of unofficial/unplanned for hiatus when work caught up with me. So let's just assume this is a more timely post having taken place at some point earlier.]
 
 
25 August 2013 @ 08:53 pm
[The Flash is looking worse for wear in what seems to be the mountains, judging by the scenery behind him. His costume is torn and what little of his face is visible is obviously exhausted. He's actually panting.]

I would like to issue a formal apology for...all that. I didn't know. How could I have known?

Anyway, I'll uh, be turning myself in now.

[He drops the comm and promptly passes out. Poor hungry boy.]

[[ooc: In reference to this.]]
 
 
15 August 2013 @ 02:22 pm
[There's a whole mess of blond in front of the camera. Seventy-two some odd feet of it, actually. Its temporary owner lifts his head up, apparently undressed except for the hair that's tangled around him, somehow managing to cover all the important bits. He is currently trying to walk around a sparse living room, but he trips and lands with an "oof" before pushing himself up again, in front of the comm. Have an earnest, blue-eyed little civilian who most of you have never seen before.]

Okay, so this is a curse thing, right? Another one. I don't like it.

Uhhh...Scott? Pal? If you're out there, could you bring me some food? I can't manage to get any clothes on or any hair off. Er, if any of you out there have a little extra food, I'll be happy to take it, as long as this uh, thing is happening, anyway.

[Cat may be out of the bag, especially because this genius doesn't know how to filter a thing.]

...Rapunzel, I think I may have something of yours.

[[ooc: Yes, he's gotten Rapunzel's hair and lost his superhero identity, which is really very physical when you think about it. So, no costume and he can't even seem to put on a mask to hide his shame.]]
 
 
11 August 2013 @ 03:54 am
[Look at Flash in his fancy hat! Isn't he dashing? Right now, he is in the fastest vessel in the City seas. That vessel is a rowboat The bottom is filled with oars - he can't seem to stop breaking them. He has the comm settled in the seat in front of him.]

Captain's log, August 11th, eighteen--two thousand--whatever year it is.

My beloved ship, Shayera, is being repaired at the moment, but as these dastardly degenerates will not wait for her return to full function, neither shall I. It seems the waters are more perilous than usual, in fact.

[Pause. He stares off into the distance for a moment before he starts rifling around the bottom of the boat, tossing aside a few oars before finding a spyglass. It won't open for him - it seems to be sticky. Probably because there's a bunch of random junk food at the bottom of the rowboat too. He finally manages to get it to his eye.]

What ho?! A pirate flag on the horizon! Onward!

[His arms are a blur as he begins rowing the boat forward just before he turns the comm off with his foot.]

[action options!] )
 
 
03 August 2013 @ 02:16 pm
[A pair of white eyes are staring into the screen. It pans down a bit; nostrils flare as he literally sniffs his communicator. Apparently finding nothing off about the scent, he pulls away and the City is treated to its first glimpse of the Flash in all his red-and-yellow glory. Judging by the lighting and the relatively deserted square, it's probably a few hours before sunrise.

He's pressing at his ear.]


Flash to Watchtower.

[Silence.]

Helloooo? Watchtower? ...J'onn? Mr. Terrific?

[No reply.]

Anyone?

[He glares down at the communicator before a realization dawns on him and his eyes widen in surprise.]


Is this thing recording me? Ugh, that's creepy. What are you, anyway?!

[A large red finger pokes around until the video feed is cut...but he is still audible.]

...Maybe I'll need it. Aw, jeez, have I been hero-napped? Guess I better find out where I am. Kinda sorta looks like Gotham...this thing probably isn't friction proof.... Heh, a giant carousel. That's not weird.

[Some shifting and popping. A few minutes later, muffled:]

WHAT THE HECK?!

((ooc: backdated a bit to around 4 AM))