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| − | <td valign="top">[[Image:Longshot.jpg|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Arthur Centino]]. | + | <td valign="top">[[Image:Longshot.jpg|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Arthur Centino|Arthur Centino/Longshot]]:''' ''[http://x-logs.livejournal.com/3784002.html Longshot uses his luck in a creative way] while trying to track down [[Amadeus Cho|a runaway]].'' |
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| + | Arthur raised a single eyebrow toward Angel. He was still playing with what looked to be a small rubber ball. "So. He's not exactly coping at all, is he? I haven't been brushed-off that fast since my last Broadway audition." | ||
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| + | "Broadway -- nope, not asking." Angel sighed. "One problem at a time, I suppose. Right now let's focus on the one we can fix." Lost kid they could help. Gabriel...not so much. "What's with the rubber band ball?" | ||
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| + | "I," and Arthur held up the ball grand-standingly, "Had an idea." | ||
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| + | Instead of explaining further, Arthur closed his eyes tight for a few seconds before he spun wildly and threw the ball with surprising force in a random direction. | ||
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| + | The ball launched toward a large trash dumpster in a side alley, bouncing off it to hit the railing of a fire escape, roll across a rooftop, hit an urban-garden trellis; all before flying into a suddenly-appearing Gabriel's stomach. The impact caused him to cry out as he recoiled slightly from the impact. The ball, however, bounced to the ground and rolled away, moving out-of-sight toward a corner of a neighboring alley obscured by cardboard boxes and trash bags. | ||
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| + | "Ow," Gabriel grunted, raising his head to look at Arthur. His eyes followed the ball as it rolled. | ||
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| + | The blonde man was already on the move. He shrugged apologetically as he passed Gabe, but left any further words from the speedster for later as he rushed into the small alley to find the ball like some over-sized golden retriever. | ||
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| + | The ball rolled and rolled, until it came to a stop next to a pole, and up the pole was a fire escape, and up the fire escape was a dirty pair of eyes, watching them from three stories above. | ||
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| + | Angel stepped in, looking around the alley. Then she looked up. | ||
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| + | And she smiled. Bringing Arthur along had definitely been a good idea. "Hey kid," she called easily. If this was the kid they were looking for, she had no idea. Just a good feeling. "We come in peace." | ||
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| + | The boy responded by turning and bolting. | ||
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Revision as of 11:45, 22 October 2015
"Broadway -- nope, not asking." Angel sighed. "One problem at a time, I suppose. Right now let's focus on the one we can fix." Lost kid they could help. Gabriel...not so much. "What's with the rubber band ball?" "I," and Arthur held up the ball grand-standingly, "Had an idea." Instead of explaining further, Arthur closed his eyes tight for a few seconds before he spun wildly and threw the ball with surprising force in a random direction. The ball launched toward a large trash dumpster in a side alley, bouncing off it to hit the railing of a fire escape, roll across a rooftop, hit an urban-garden trellis; all before flying into a suddenly-appearing Gabriel's stomach. The impact caused him to cry out as he recoiled slightly from the impact. The ball, however, bounced to the ground and rolled away, moving out-of-sight toward a corner of a neighboring alley obscured by cardboard boxes and trash bags. "Ow," Gabriel grunted, raising his head to look at Arthur. His eyes followed the ball as it rolled. The blonde man was already on the move. He shrugged apologetically as he passed Gabe, but left any further words from the speedster for later as he rushed into the small alley to find the ball like some over-sized golden retriever. The ball rolled and rolled, until it came to a stop next to a pole, and up the pole was a fire escape, and up the fire escape was a dirty pair of eyes, watching them from three stories above. Angel stepped in, looking around the alley. Then she looked up. And she smiled. Bringing Arthur along had definitely been a good idea. "Hey kid," she called easily. If this was the kid they were looking for, she had no idea. Just a good feeling. "We come in peace." The boy responded by turning and bolting. |
