Post by goodbottom on May 28, 2019 5:39:59 GMT
Wyatt…Wyatt was not used to hero industry. General heroing was not his sort of thing. Of course, he wanted to be one, but he was far from where he was supposed to be, both in terms of ability and mentality. At least, that’s what he thought when he compared himself to the pros and those who had at real experience. He was just a nervous wisecracker sent to do a job in a place that was way out of his comfort zone.
His teacher, as wise as she was, decided it would be a good idea to send him into one of the most crime littered towns in America as a field trip. He was assigned to patrol San Bernardino, a town with an abnormally high crime rate. He wasn’t sure why she insisted upon rushing him into the hard jobs and not start him at an easier level, but there was only so much he could understand when it came to his great teacher, a hero who would, without a doubt, be labeled as a professional. She always had these field trips, sending him and his two friends into dangerous places despite them not being experienced in the slightest.
Regardless of how he felt and how little he was actually prepared for this, he found himself patrolling along. It was a bit later in the evening now, a little passed midnight, and it didn’t take long for crime to start brewing. He had already stopped three different thefts, a carjacking, and four fights. He wanted to take a break, but there was just no relieve. Each crime seemed to lead into another, as he went place to place there was always something to be found. He wouldn’t be surprised if he found a murder or mafia meeting at the rate he was going.
He had just secured another mugger, sending him off with the police, when he found a godsend. A bench in a well-lighted area. It wasn’t much but he could at least take a seat for a few moments. Any sort of rest would be good enough for him…
As he sat on the bench he extended his wings, then retracted them, then extended them again, trying to stretch them out and feel where his muscles were aching. “Yep…ow…” It had hurt everywhere. When his hands which had started to bleed from overuse of his talons, to his wings which hurt from excessive flapping. He thought for a moment of that old joke of just flying into town and his arms being tired and laughed a bit to himself.
He brought his gloved hand to his head and pulled down his goggles to cover his eyes as he quietly thought to himself. He thought of the day he had and all he had seen. He thought of how his teacher told him the importance of this job and how he would learn something from it all, and most of all…he thought about that growing hunger in his stomach. He had sat down at one point to eat but was interrupted by a crime in progress. Once it had been resolved he had only returned only to find that his lunch had been stolen.
There were no breaks today, and, more than anything, he could really use one.
His teacher, as wise as she was, decided it would be a good idea to send him into one of the most crime littered towns in America as a field trip. He was assigned to patrol San Bernardino, a town with an abnormally high crime rate. He wasn’t sure why she insisted upon rushing him into the hard jobs and not start him at an easier level, but there was only so much he could understand when it came to his great teacher, a hero who would, without a doubt, be labeled as a professional. She always had these field trips, sending him and his two friends into dangerous places despite them not being experienced in the slightest.
Regardless of how he felt and how little he was actually prepared for this, he found himself patrolling along. It was a bit later in the evening now, a little passed midnight, and it didn’t take long for crime to start brewing. He had already stopped three different thefts, a carjacking, and four fights. He wanted to take a break, but there was just no relieve. Each crime seemed to lead into another, as he went place to place there was always something to be found. He wouldn’t be surprised if he found a murder or mafia meeting at the rate he was going.
He had just secured another mugger, sending him off with the police, when he found a godsend. A bench in a well-lighted area. It wasn’t much but he could at least take a seat for a few moments. Any sort of rest would be good enough for him…
As he sat on the bench he extended his wings, then retracted them, then extended them again, trying to stretch them out and feel where his muscles were aching. “Yep…ow…” It had hurt everywhere. When his hands which had started to bleed from overuse of his talons, to his wings which hurt from excessive flapping. He thought for a moment of that old joke of just flying into town and his arms being tired and laughed a bit to himself.
He brought his gloved hand to his head and pulled down his goggles to cover his eyes as he quietly thought to himself. He thought of the day he had and all he had seen. He thought of how his teacher told him the importance of this job and how he would learn something from it all, and most of all…he thought about that growing hunger in his stomach. He had sat down at one point to eat but was interrupted by a crime in progress. Once it had been resolved he had only returned only to find that his lunch had been stolen.
There were no breaks today, and, more than anything, he could really use one.
