Over the Hills and Far Away... (Open)

[dylan]

'...To a land without hills, or much of anything for that matter.' Thought a rather bored Dylan as his Father pulled the car into the driveway of a rather typical house in a rather typical, affluent neighborhood. In a typical small town outside of Gotham city. His parents got out of the car and went to speak with the driver of the car that they had been following for the last three hours. That person was a woman, a real estate agent who smiled too much for Dylans taste, as if she were trying to pretend that everything in the world were perfectly wonderful.

Dylan was perfectly willing to sit in the car and bake in the heat, but his mother waved at him to get out of the car and come see the house with them. Sighing, he opened the car door and stepped out. She'd been like that lately, his mom, as if he would drop into another coma if he left her side for too long. He smiled a little as he walked up to stand a little to the side of his parents as what’s-her-name of the incredibly-large-smile told them all about the wonderful neighborhood and the lovely house that looked just like all the others.

Bigrin, as Dylan now mentally decided to refer to her as, ushered them into the spacious entry hall. From there they went to the living room, then the dining room, the den, and up the stairs to check out the bedrooms. Dylan had to admit, it was a nice house very spacious and tidy, but Dylan could sense something dark just beneath the physical surface, something sad something dead.

He interrupted the woman. "Excuse me, but did someone die here?" Bigrin stopped her tirade on the choice of color in the master bedroom. She blinked, no doubt startled at Dylans knowledge. His parents looked at him, startled and worried at their sons morbid question.

"Well," She gulped realizing that she would probably lose these wealthy buyers if she told the truth, but at the same time, feeling as if that creepy teenager could see straight through her. She cleared her throat. "Well the original owner committed suicide here in the master suite."

"I see." Dylan muttered. He turned to his mother. "I think I'm going to go explore a bit. I'll take the car, call me when you're ready to go." After getting the keys from his father and promising his mother to be safe, he turned and went down the stairs, through the interior of the house, and finally out the front door. As he stepped out the door, he frowned at the bright sunshine and oppressive heat. He opened the door of the little sports-car, got in, and cranked up the AC. He headed out of the cul-de-sac and onto a main road.

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Dylan pulled into a parking spot at a rather large bookstore in the middle of the small towns small shopping district. He entered the bookstore and nearly died of pleasure at the smell of ink and the smell of coffee that wafted from the built in starbucks to the left of the entrance. Personally he hated coffee, but it still smelled good. And then, just like that, he was off to find a good book to pass the time.

[coop]

(Oh fudge, I said I'd post here before but BAH! Sorry about not scuttling here sooner with a post DX !!! Anyone who feels like posting here C: keep in mind this is before the zombies show up!)

Walking along the streets in Megas as though it was perfectly normal for a giant robot to be strolling around and about in traffic, he heard this place had a rare book he had tried finding for a loooong time, years even! Sure he wasn't really one for literature, you wouldn't catch him reading a novel on a daily basis or even a history book. A comic book was far more likely and definitely common for him by far! However this book was something that contained not only shiny pictures of various creepy crawlies people managed to get a picture of but also details on their sightings and pretty cool stories he wouldn't mind reading. The only problem is it was a complete pain to find and the only copy he managed to utilize Megas' advanced search system was at some large bookstore he didn't bother to remember the name of. Why would he? Megas had one of the best GPS things anyone could ask for! Though, Kiva would probably be complaining about how Coop used Megas in some of the dumbest ways imaginable if she was in her usual seat in the back being a sour lady from the future.

Man was it weird that he actually missed all the grumbles and her occasional naive moments he couldn't help but poke fun at with the help of his best bud Jamie! Even he was missing for some reason he couldn't quite put his finger on. Of course, he had moments where it completely slipped his mind that his friends were missing in action.... "Hey Jamie, you think that book's gonna have something about Bigfoot being some pro wrestler or something? ....like now. Looking over to the empty seat with an eager look that hinted off how much he looked forward to hearing what he had to say, but that quickly became disappointment as he saw a random cricket chirping on the seat where his buddy SHOULD be. "...oh yeah, that's right, he's out doing stuff...and so is Kiva..." Honestly, he didn't have to pay much attention to the road since giant robot was on autopilot at this time.

Pouting a bit as he stared down at the little cricket who stopped its chirping to stare up with him as thought to be like `...What're YOU looking at?` and even tilted its little head to make it seem more like `...what?`. "Aw man...now I got crickets here! Well...guess I'll call you Little Jamie for now. All you gotta do is sit in that sea-" BOING! That was too much to hope for! Little Jamie failed Megas' gaming pilot causing him to let out a little grunt, "Geeze..." Before he could complain even so much as a little more or talk to himself, his stomach let out a growl indicating it was time to get some food!

In the nick of time too! Turning off the autopilot, he grabbed onto the steering wheel and then pulled into a parking spot for Megas to stand in. One where he wouldn't get towed, of course! Just a single trip to the crappy DMV which he wanted to destroy for the good of all mankind in Jersey was more than enough to teach him his lesson! After parking, the driver's seat dropped down and then the heavy set blond with a goatee made his way out of Megas and took the keys out of his pocket to click on the alarm and lock the mecha with a `Reee reeeeew!` like most cars did. Yeah for something he found in a pile of trash from the future that got into the past from some vortex thingy, it sounded pretty modern. Making his way on over to the bookstore, catching a couple of whiffs caused his brain to create the following list: FOOD, book, COMICS!, food! Definitely was going to need a snack, but on the way while rushing over to the coffee shop within this place with a...er...limited track mind, he accidentally bumped into some guy with ringlets who probably only wanted to find a good book to read.

Whether or not he actually made him fall over wasn't important, he stopped anyway and turned around before blurting out, "Hey, sorry about that, didn't have lunch yet!" in an apologetic fashion. Despite being a total glutton at times, he did have a big heart and when he was in the wrong, he knew it was best to apologize....even in the midst of getting munchables. Besides, this guy looked kinda scrawny and as though he might of gotten pushed around a lot. There were definitely times where he plowed through people and apologized later or not at all, but this was one of those `my bad` moments.

[dylan]

Sometimes, it was frightening just how much Dylan knew about his surroundings. Since his inciden in space, he had been trying to keep his mental powers under wraps. The only reason he had even mentioned the death to the realtor was because she got on his nerves and he wanted to take her down a peg or two, he didn't normally throw that sort of stuff around. He knew that this constant repretion of his powers wasn't healthy, in much the same way that he knew that the bookstore had the new Greywalker book but not the first one, which really annoyed him.
Perhaps it was because he was repressing his powers, maybe it was because he was so intently focused on finding a good book. Whatever the reason he didn't react quickly enough to save himself from falling flat on his ass as some tubby oaf practically ran to the cafe. 'Yup, ultimate cosmic awareness, I could tell where the next star is going to explode, but not that I need to jump three feet to the left.'

He looked up at the guy as he apologized. Dylan rolled his eyes. "I'm fine."

[coop]

Geeze! What was with that attitude anyway? It wasn't like he plowed into him and didn't say so much as `whoops`. Hey, he tried to be nice and this guy just had to do the eye roll with the `It's fine` bit with a lack of manners and boy oh boy did he not like dealing with those kinda people when he was hungry! Quirking a brow, all he did was reach down and grab this scrawny guy by the arm and up to his feet...yeah good deed of the day was done. That's right, he wasn't just fat: THERE WAS MUSCLE ON HIS BONES TOO! Explained how he could deal with working on Megas so much. After that he decided not to waste anymore time on that kid and went on over to the cafe where the zit faced worker got all wide eyed as though to scream with his composure `OH DEAR GOD....` as though being completely aware of what to expect.

This was going to be worse, MUCH worse than what that poor sap of a worker was anticipating in complete fear. Side glancing over to the dessert display, it was like western music should of been cued for this very moment as though a show down was going to happen. The worker shook in his ten dollar sneakers gulping in complete fear and began to bite his lower lip with wide eyes. Like an animal starring down the double barreled shotgun of death, his eyes were wide as the large, blond customer eyed out the various pastries and sandwiches they had on display. As though he out drew this guy in a metaphoric show down between two cow boys, Coop pointed to the case with one hand and wore a big grin while saying, "I'll take two of everything in that case aaaaaaand....a hot chocolate! Today seems like a hot chocolate kinda day..." After those words showing off his good mood, that's when the cashier just haaaaad to ask..."Do...do you want those toasted?" and in such a timid tone too!

"Uhhh...hmm..." Looking around deep in thought for a moment as though to debate it over in his brain, he thought about stuffing hid face with the delicious delectables at room temperature....than another scenario where they were lightly toasted for additional yummyness. Both options seemed fine, but since he offered...he looked back to the cashier and shrugged slightly with a smile that suited his words and tone perfectly, "Uh...sure, why not?" Awww that guy just made more work for himself...curse those required questions they gotta ask their customers! Curse them straight to the corporate office, THOSE MONSTERS! Ringing up the price, the gamer from Jersey pulled out a little more than enough and put it on the counter before getting his change and shoving it into his pocket and looking around. Ok...so how did this jobless guy get so much money? Well...he helped some rich old lady get her cat off a tree on a building with broken elevators and a random blackout...aaand then she insisted on giving him a reward! Lucky him for a change, he'd just do the hero thing for free!

Wandering on over to the `Pick-Up` area, he pat his stomach which had a little growling to do. Someone gave him a funny look and to that he said, "What? Haven't you ever heard a hungry guy's stomach growl before?" Adding a light bit of confusion with that comment, those folks minded their own business while he waited for his hefty order.