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Tuesday
9:27 AM
Where in the World…
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[b]Fenom | Current Mood: Relaxed, Eager
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It was a beautiful day on the beach, fine sand yielding beneath Fee's feet. The sun was just coming out, the palm trees waving in a slight breeze and near-naked beachgoers catching the morning surf. The feel of light on his skin was refreshing, but it wasn’t a Los Angeles Sun.

Hawaii was a fun place to enjoy the weekend. He loved following the birds and fish through the paradisical landscapes. But sunrise meant Fenom needed to get to work. He’d stretch out his back, taking one long view of the stretch of island before him before launching himself forward, snapping a couple of trees behind him and sending a couple towels blowing back into the treeline as he accelerated to supersonic speeds. 

The open ocean was always pretty flying into the rising sun, a thousand gemlike gleams of wavy foam dancing over his eyes while he felt the sun’s power course through him, picking up velocity as he reached continent-dashing speeds. He flew low to keep the spray on his face and get distracted of the occasional dolphin or whale (he had only flown through one that jumped up one time!) 

It took him maybe half an hour for the coast to come into view. LA was a big place, too big! Full of people, people who loved him -- who loved Phenomaman, not him. But he was Phenomaman, even if it was only on the ads, and they needed his help anyways! So many people did.

Crossing the skyline was easy, passing dangerously close to a morning news chopper, a quick apology went unheard through flight glass. The people at the office would always talk about getting a flight lie-sense, but heroes don’t lie, especially Phenomaman! 

The Claremont SDN was his home for all intents and purposes: he was not trusted with his own finances, let alone his own home to take care of. The receptionist at the front door buzzed him in, it was after noon… it was also Tuesday, rather than Monday as he had thought. He wasn’t eager to explain that to Jamesy, missing days is not what a real hero does, after all, but sometimes the world is so much more interesting out there.

Walking down the hall towards the breakroom, people made space for him; they were familiar enough to know that the real Phenomaman wouldn’t show up here at the start of a shift, or often at all. Clearly all the people here were just in awe of Fenom’s own presence!

The bulky man would hunch over to peer into the breakroom, brushing through his windswept hair to try and tame some of it to poor effect. In the room though was his two co-workers: he recognized one 

[color=9e0b0f] “Sparky!” [/color] he sounded like an enthusiastic child calling to Lightning Girl, who was physically imposing enough to match his Olympian stature. His eyes lock for a moment on her cup of tea and he seems to be thinking for a much longer moment [color=9e0b0f]“I forgot to bring you back some Mamaki!”[/color] Where he had heard about that was anyone’s guess, as was how he would have even purchased some.