Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2016 10:51:19 GMT -6
Enrique, well Speed Freak, was sitting on an old train car in a relatively unused section of the train yard. He was reading a paper and shaking his head. Of course being Central City the main story was about the Flash. As for which Flash it didn't matter. Every time they did something they seemed to stop the presses and write about how Barry or Walt had saved the day. Then they went on about the other Flashes. Of course the only time they mentioned Mas y Menos, Jesse Quick or one of the other heroes was almost never, perhaps on an anniversary or something. His mother was spoken of often but usually tucked away and she was lumped in with the other Rogues. Flash had forgiven her, but it seemed the media was adamant that once a thief always a thief.
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Necesito conseguir más rápido Jim. La única forma en que se llevará a mí seria es si puedo coincidir con el Flash, o golpearlos."
He said talking to the spirit of a long dead hobo who seemed stuck here. Judging by his wounds someone had bashed his skull in. Could've been another hobo or a cop, but he was fairly certain that it wasn't an accident. He could speak his first language as spirits seemed to understand all languages. He grabbed a syringe from his case and dosed himself before jumping off the train care and stretching. Right now with pushing himself he could just pass the speed of sound, but not for long. The problem was for a Flash that was nothing. Where as if Enrique did it for too long he'd age into dust and nothingness. That was most certainly not what he wanted, it would make being a hero kinda tricky.
"Es todo en mi cabeza, todo lo que está en mi cabeza..."
He told himself, trying to convince himself the whole aging was in his head. It was a theory some other people had come up with. Namely since he shouldn't be aging like that, let alone hindered. If anything some theories said he should be faster. He got down in a runner's stance and prepared himself as Jim looked on before wandering away. Enrique took off, sending dust flying and rocking a few of the train cars. In seconds he was outside the city and running as fast as he could. He was heading towards California first, then he would head back to New York. That was his plan, go back and forth. He knew he couldn't make it across the ocean, not yet. He kept pushing himself trying to go faster and faster, he'd manage somehow. As he ran he hit the highway and began to go over and around the cars before he made it to the Rockies. This would be tricky what with the lack of air, snow and ice, but he had to try.
"
Necesito conseguir más rápido Jim. La única forma en que se llevará a mí seria es si puedo coincidir con el Flash, o golpearlos."
He said talking to the spirit of a long dead hobo who seemed stuck here. Judging by his wounds someone had bashed his skull in. Could've been another hobo or a cop, but he was fairly certain that it wasn't an accident. He could speak his first language as spirits seemed to understand all languages. He grabbed a syringe from his case and dosed himself before jumping off the train care and stretching. Right now with pushing himself he could just pass the speed of sound, but not for long. The problem was for a Flash that was nothing. Where as if Enrique did it for too long he'd age into dust and nothingness. That was most certainly not what he wanted, it would make being a hero kinda tricky.
"Es todo en mi cabeza, todo lo que está en mi cabeza..."
He told himself, trying to convince himself the whole aging was in his head. It was a theory some other people had come up with. Namely since he shouldn't be aging like that, let alone hindered. If anything some theories said he should be faster. He got down in a runner's stance and prepared himself as Jim looked on before wandering away. Enrique took off, sending dust flying and rocking a few of the train cars. In seconds he was outside the city and running as fast as he could. He was heading towards California first, then he would head back to New York. That was his plan, go back and forth. He knew he couldn't make it across the ocean, not yet. He kept pushing himself trying to go faster and faster, he'd manage somehow. As he ran he hit the highway and began to go over and around the cars before he made it to the Rockies. This would be tricky what with the lack of air, snow and ice, but he had to try.