Re: 01.03: Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Punching Bag)
Jumping through trees is never as pretty as it sounds There's all those... branches. and once in the air, it's just not that easy to control where you land. With enough height, he might get a good cross-breeze. But without sufficient wind-resistance to control the fall... If he landed on a house or power-wires or... well anything, he was big enough that he could possibly do some more property damage.
This is color and narrative insight. I'm not looking for any roll or anything. Just looking for an excuse to write potential damage he does in the course of things. I'm actually put in mind o f the damage the Tick does when he jumps from building to building. And that makes me laugh, too. Yeah, this world needs a "Damage Control" contractor's sector. Definitely.
After a few jumps--mercifully with minimal damage, he spotted an anomaly from his aerial reconnaisance.
He ended up in the backyard of one of the properties bordering the park area. It was a wide well-tended yard for a large one-storey rancher style home. There appeared to be a party of some sort going on, with perhaps two dozen people. There was a couple of foldable tables set-up and there appeared to be paper plates and cake and drinks set-up. Music from the fifties was playing, though Punching Bag couldn't locate the source.
Most of the people there were old; several were in wheelchairs, and there were a handful of young women and men, all in pale pastel-colored scrubs. Nurses or health-care practitioners.
One of the men in scrubs stood in front of the group while something...a man or woman, Punching Bag couldn't tell... seemed to be crawling along the grass--from out of the treeline. It looked like it was a burnt husk, blackened and grotesque, twisted, with it's flesh roiling and writhing...
Definitely a woman, though. Definitely not a bear. She had long slender legs, thick buttocks tapering to an insanely tiny waist. Broad shoulders though and a thick mass that might've been hair... also writhing, also moving. But, then, he'd seem Gagamba's hair do that, too.
"Jose!" someone called. "Be careful. Sonoma, Melissa. Fetch some blankets. We're going to need an ambulance!" The woman giving orders sat in a wheelchair at the center of the crowd, with an unopened brightly-colored box in her lap.
"Easy..." Jose, the young man approached the woman crawling out from the trees. "Easy." Jose stepped closer. "Can you talk? What's your name?"
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