[center][color=#66FF7F][h3]JASON RYKER[/h3][/color]
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[color=#66FF7F]Location: Watchtower Gym >>> Watchtower Lab[/color] 
[color=#66FF7F]Interacting with: [@Viciousmarrow] ([@Universorum] a little bit too)[/color] 
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You could hear the rhythmic steps echo throughout the gym, as Jason ran alone on his custom made treadmill, specifically made to keep up with him. He gazed up at the screen suspended in front of him, streaming the live broadcast of "The Sentinel's" interview. The focus was all on the masked man. The first actual... villain. As in the textbook definition of a true villain. All the other busts the Coalition had before this. Psychos, agendas, misunderstood or deprived criminals. People with reasons to do the things they did. Not anymore. This guy, this... thing. No fucking reason needed. Jason distracted himself from his own thoughts as he upped the speed of the treadmill, going from a regular person's running speed to about a 500 mph setting. A light jog for Jason. The new technology the team's "tech heads", as Jason nicknamed them, namely Wyn, Patrick and Austin, were constantly creating and developing made the speed training machinery capable with Jason using them. The first treadmill they got, Jason had accidentally burned out all of the motors in minutes.

As Jason's legs and arms blurred in their movement, the speedster increased the volume of the monitor in front of him. As the running became automatic to him, his brain remembered back to that day. A beloved mayor. The first and last to vouch for the Coalition.

[i]Dead...[/i]

An entire abandoned section of the city.

[i]Flattened...[/i]

A team of friends, so close in their bonds they were practically family.

[i]Broken...[/i]

Jason gritted his teeth, and he looked up at the screen, hearing the press's weighted questions and hushed whispers among the crowd. None of them knew what it was like there. None of them knew what it's been like! For so long, Jason was the one and only 'Blur'. The fastest man alive. He loved that, he was an icon for so many people, like all of the Coalition. Action figures, interviews, hospital visits, recording world records. They were all like celebrities who actually did things, and no one could take it away from them. Who would want anything else, right? The man took it all away. Jason wasn't fast enough. His whole THING was made to look like a joke by this guy. He might not even be the fastest man alive anymore. There could be another speedster, another villain, going country to country and just taking whatever he or she wanted in a matter of minutes!

Jason couldn't accept that. This anger at the villain brewed up inside him, making him run faster and faster on the treadmill. His mind raced through images of that fight about as fast as he was running. Crashing through a solid brick wall, being batted away over and over again, collapsing on the floor beside his bloody partners. Jason's footsteps now thundered through the gym, the sound repeating faster than a machine gun firing. Jason roared out as he tried to push harder and harder, however, he lost his footing in his tantrum, and tumbled away from the treadmill, rolling across the floor and colliding into the wall with a thud.

[i]THUMP, DUM DUM DUM DUM[/i], [color=#66FF7F]"Ow! Fuck! Shit!"[/color], [i]BADUM, CRASH![/i]

[color=#66FF7F]"Son of a bitch!"[/color] Jason cursed out as he got up from the tumble. He stumbled up to his feet, the pain coursing up his spine and spreading across his back because of the crash. Nowadays, it took a lot more than that to injure Jason properly, so he was fine with it really, just hurt for now. Jason walked out of the gym, just after turning off the treadmill and monitor, walking out. Well, walking to Jason looked like a 120mph speeding car to anyone else watching. 

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Jason was in his room, watching the latest television advertisement for the newest motorcycle on the market. He gave himself a brief smile, getting memories of his racing days. At the time, nothing could beat motorcycle racing for him. Times have changed, and when he thinks about it, he wouldn't trade his current job for the world. Thoughts like that came less frequently nowadays though, as once again, those times were in fact changing. A couple hours passed since his little mishap in the gym, and Jason's pain subsided for now. He did manage to leave a pretty good impression of himself into the wall though. He sighed as he really didn't look forward to plastering it back up. 

Jason reflected on what he thought about in the gym. He has to get faster. Stronger, better. For his friend's sake and the city's sake. Heck, this could be affecting the whole world right now, and all eyes are on the Coalition to do something about it. But it seemed they're all too busy trying to push their own 'perfect solution' onto them. He hated the fact that there were calls to put restrictions on them. It was simply absurd. If we really, truly wanted to do something like the mask man, why the hell wouldn't we have done it already? We are the only ones that can solve this, and they're going to try to stop us!? No way was Ryker ever going to let that happen. This whole situation sucked. Really sucked.

Jason walked out of the room, normally, and closed the door behind him as he zoomed off to the lab. Everyone else uses the elevators, but that slowed him down. Plus, the stairs were healthier. Jason practically swirled up the stairway as he zoomed up the stairs. A red and black stream with a blue bottom spiralled upwards and onto the required floor. He dashed up to the biometric scanner and pressed his hand against it. He saw Nathan standing in front of him, back from his interview. He seemed busy, probably looking for Austin, but he wanted to say greet him and talk to him.

[color=#66FF7F]"Hey Nathan, nice interview. Have you seen Dr Thomas? Nevermind, I'll find her. See ya!"[/color] Jason blurted out as he zoomed past again. The lab was massive, so it wasn't too hard. [color=#66FF7F]"Yoooooooo!!!! Wyyyyn!!! You in here!!!???"[/color] He called out as he zigzagged between tables. Briefly picking up something to look at and put back down. Jason zoomed back past Nathaniel to use one of the phones attached to the wall and keyed in Dr Wyn Thomas's number and waited for a response, his feet tapping impatiently looking like Thumper's foot from Disney's Bambi.