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eliyesStephen Harper eats babies. Or not. Whatever!
Meanwhile, the trailer for Superman Returns is awesome and I really, really want to see this movie. I am so glad it looks like they went with a sensible script instead of the terrible, terrible mutant brainbabies that had been considered. YEESH.
And now, drabble:
Title: The beginning of a beautiful friendship
For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clayin
Fandom: DCU (Booster Gold, etc.)
Word count: 628. Okay, so it's more of a short story than a drabble.
Characters: Skeets, Booster, random thugs.
Notes: Why yes, I am a museum security guard, why do you ask? :D
For the most part, Skeets liked being a museum security guard. He felt that he was doing something worthwhile, protecting the past. And the displays were informative – although he'd experienced them all, now. Sometimes he could imagine himself as somehow the heir of the brightly costumed people whose images and histories he protected. Skeets: superhero.
He was in this frame of mind as he navigated through the displays, near closing time. The floor was shiny and there were “Caution – Wet Surface” signs around, so obviously the new cleaner had arrived and decided to get a head start on the mopping. The first time he'd done so, Skeets had worried that he would do a hasty, slipshod job and then leave as early as possible, but it turned out that he was just slow. He'd never done janitorial work before.
His name was Michael Carter, but he was better known as “Booster” Carter, former quarterback for the Gotham University football team. Skeets had his entire profile, and he wondered why management had hired someone with a blemish on his police record – but then again, there was always going to be guard on duty while he was in the building. Skeets would have liked to have thought that this was in some respect a confirmation of the administrators' confidence in him (and the other guards, too, of course) but he felt that it was more likely they were just being sloppy or careless, or else someone had pulled some strings.
The latter possibility seemed less likely with every day that Skeets observed the man, though. It was a terrible shame. His self-confidence was obviously very low.
Skeets heard voices ahead, on the other side of the Doom Patrol display, and put on some speed to tell the visitors that they were closing in 10 minutes and they should make their way to the exits. As he got closer, he realized the tone of the voices were not exactly friendly. This was not terribly significant until the speakers came into view.
Three men were menacing the new janitor. From a quick sampling of their dialogue, they were angry with him over things he did when he was still playing football. Carter himself looked frustrated, but also uninclined to defend himself.
Skeets zipped in between the men and the janitor, spraying them with a fine mist that would bond to their epidermises for over 40 days and show up in ultraviolet light. Then he positioned himself between them and his fellow employee.
“Attention! I am museum security! You will cease your present actions and exit the premises!”
The most aggressive of the men sneered at him.
“Oh yeah, little guy? Or what? You'll squirt us with water again?”
“That was not water,” Skeets told him with a note of satisfaction.
“You can't kick us out! We paid our admission! We got a right to be here!”
Skeets despaired over the obvious deficiencies in the human's developmental linguistic training.
“The price of your admission does not give you license to harass museum staff. You are hereby banned; your images and voiceprints have been logged for reference. Exit the museum, now.”
“Why you little – !”
Skeets interrupted this with a trio of laser blasts, giving each offender a charred shoe. They jumped back.
“That was a warning shot. The next shot will be at a greater strength on a higher portion of your anatomy. Exit the museum. I will not tell you again.”
To Skeets' immense satisfaction, they retreated, making their hasty way out the front door – and into the welcoming arms of the Metropolis police cruiser he had called. Skeets turned to the janitor.
“If anyone else bothers you, summon security.”
“Thank you,” the blond man stammered. Inwardly, Skeets smiled.
“You are welcome... Booster,” he said, before continuing on his patrol.
Meanwhile, the trailer for Superman Returns is awesome and I really, really want to see this movie. I am so glad it looks like they went with a sensible script instead of the terrible, terrible mutant brainbabies that had been considered. YEESH.
And now, drabble:
Title: The beginning of a beautiful friendship
For:
clayinFandom: DCU (Booster Gold, etc.)
Word count: 628. Okay, so it's more of a short story than a drabble.
Characters: Skeets, Booster, random thugs.
Notes: Why yes, I am a museum security guard, why do you ask? :D
For the most part, Skeets liked being a museum security guard. He felt that he was doing something worthwhile, protecting the past. And the displays were informative – although he'd experienced them all, now. Sometimes he could imagine himself as somehow the heir of the brightly costumed people whose images and histories he protected. Skeets: superhero.
He was in this frame of mind as he navigated through the displays, near closing time. The floor was shiny and there were “Caution – Wet Surface” signs around, so obviously the new cleaner had arrived and decided to get a head start on the mopping. The first time he'd done so, Skeets had worried that he would do a hasty, slipshod job and then leave as early as possible, but it turned out that he was just slow. He'd never done janitorial work before.
His name was Michael Carter, but he was better known as “Booster” Carter, former quarterback for the Gotham University football team. Skeets had his entire profile, and he wondered why management had hired someone with a blemish on his police record – but then again, there was always going to be guard on duty while he was in the building. Skeets would have liked to have thought that this was in some respect a confirmation of the administrators' confidence in him (and the other guards, too, of course) but he felt that it was more likely they were just being sloppy or careless, or else someone had pulled some strings.
The latter possibility seemed less likely with every day that Skeets observed the man, though. It was a terrible shame. His self-confidence was obviously very low.
Skeets heard voices ahead, on the other side of the Doom Patrol display, and put on some speed to tell the visitors that they were closing in 10 minutes and they should make their way to the exits. As he got closer, he realized the tone of the voices were not exactly friendly. This was not terribly significant until the speakers came into view.
Three men were menacing the new janitor. From a quick sampling of their dialogue, they were angry with him over things he did when he was still playing football. Carter himself looked frustrated, but also uninclined to defend himself.
Skeets zipped in between the men and the janitor, spraying them with a fine mist that would bond to their epidermises for over 40 days and show up in ultraviolet light. Then he positioned himself between them and his fellow employee.
“Attention! I am museum security! You will cease your present actions and exit the premises!”
The most aggressive of the men sneered at him.
“Oh yeah, little guy? Or what? You'll squirt us with water again?”
“That was not water,” Skeets told him with a note of satisfaction.
“You can't kick us out! We paid our admission! We got a right to be here!”
Skeets despaired over the obvious deficiencies in the human's developmental linguistic training.
“The price of your admission does not give you license to harass museum staff. You are hereby banned; your images and voiceprints have been logged for reference. Exit the museum, now.”
“Why you little – !”
Skeets interrupted this with a trio of laser blasts, giving each offender a charred shoe. They jumped back.
“That was a warning shot. The next shot will be at a greater strength on a higher portion of your anatomy. Exit the museum. I will not tell you again.”
To Skeets' immense satisfaction, they retreated, making their hasty way out the front door – and into the welcoming arms of the Metropolis police cruiser he had called. Skeets turned to the janitor.
“If anyone else bothers you, summon security.”
“Thank you,” the blond man stammered. Inwardly, Skeets smiled.
“You are welcome... Booster,” he said, before continuing on his patrol.
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Date: 2006-05-03 07:02 pm (UTC)Absolutely fantastic! You win an internet! *wraps it up in shiny paper and hands it over*
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Date: 2006-05-03 10:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-04 02:58 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. :3
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:58 am (UTC)I admit to a tiny jolt of glee that this new actor sounds a bit like Dean Cain.