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Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

@Jay Kalton@rocklee

Expect Akihiro to interject quotes from random mythological sources in conversation...

So the trio of dorks?
xD

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

@rocklee@Jay Kalton

He had just reached an intriguing section on the relationship between two obscure goddesses embedded in the Bablyonian mythology when he heard footsteps from his right. Looking to the source, he found a tall, almost statuesque woman with ebony colored hair approaching the bench a few feet away from his. She seemed oblivious to his presence, situating herself on the bench and relaxing her posture. It was nice to know that others sought the comfort of the outdoors during the night. He smiled, then continued his perusal of Babylonian goddesses for a few more minutes until he was once again interrupted, this time by the nervous energy of someone named Sonny, who was rather desperate for directions. Akihiro closed his book before looking to Sonny, whose anxiety about being lost created a desire within the graduate assistant to do something to end the mans plight.
"Sonny, I think I may be able to help. Where exactly do you need to get to?" He gave Sonny a pleasant enough smile as he tucked the book against his right side and rose, only to be caught off guard by how...familiar Sonny looked. He would explore that avenue of thought later; for now, he needed to play the role of helpful citizen.
"I've got an app on my phone that can get you pointed in the right direction. Here, let me take it out..." With his free hand, he withdrew his cell phone to be greeted by a frozen lock screen. He grimaced as he repeatedly swiped at the image of he and his sister throwing rocks at a pigeon to no avail.
"Oooof course." He shot an apologetic smile to Sonny, telling him:
"And in the normal grand plan of our wonderful universe, my phone is acting like it doesn't know how to get past the lock screen. Sorry." He cast a glance at the woman on the bench. Maybe she could help? She didn't appear to give off the desire of being engaged in conversation, but a simple request wouldn't be that offensive...right?
"Excuse me, miss...is there a way I could use your phone? Or maybe use it yourself so we can get this wayward soul home?" He chuckled slightly, looking to Sonny confidently.
"We'll get you where you need to go."

All in your head(Omerta/Freedomliveson)

Hi there! Just wanted to let you know that I'm a bit busier than expected today, so I'll get you a post tomorrow for sure

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Looks great! Will get you a post tomorrow morning :)

All in your head(Omerta/Freedomliveson)

Clark adjusted his glasses once more as he read an article yet again on the turf war that was enveloping Gotham City. At this rate, all he could was snort out a brief laugh as he leaned back in the beige leather chair that occupied his office. It was a wonder that gangs could thrive at all in Gotham with Bruce AND Dick on the prowl, let alone Tim beginning to fly solo on his own adventures. Of course, he knew that the generic criminal mind was bent in a singular, monotonous direction and would never stray the course. How else could one explain the crime in Metropolis? He and Kara could topple an entire planet if they needed to, yet the criminals emerged out of the woodwork every other day to try and claim their supposed "stake" of the city. It was a frustrating endeavor, but one he would never give up on...not after she made him promise.

It was cancer. Of all the things in the world that she could've gotten herself tangled up in, it was cancer. Brain cancer, in fact. It was a morbid shock to hear the oncologist say how "rare it was for such a healthy woman to develop a terminal stage of cancer so quickly". He couldn't save her from this, no matter what he did. From the time she was diagnosed, it only took one month for the tumor to take her life, but not before she could tell him something that would resonate with him for the rest of his life. She was laying in the hospital bed, muscles limp and tired when all of a sudden she grabbed his hand, squeezed it as tight as she could and looked deep into his being with her piercing hazel eyes and told him:
"Don't you ever give up on this city, Clark. Please. For me." He assured her he wouldn't, but she made him promise. That singular oath bound him to forever protecting a city that might never purge itself of crime. But while he was still breathing, he could try and make Metropolis a place where others could carve out a place for themselves without living in fear.

A smirk played across his lips as he turned off the monitor, rising before walking out of the office and into the living room, noting that the island in the kitchen to his right had a bag filled with tacos with a post-it note that simply read:

Eat up, couz! Love, Kara

Complying with the directive of the note, Clark walked to the island and was about to delve into the bag when his ears picked up a faint tremor. The tremor increased in magnitude, then shouting...crackling...

"Let's go! Empty the money into the sacks!"

He shook his head, laying his glasses on the counter as he walked out of his apartment calmly, locking it behind him. He ascended to the roof through the fire escape, suit and tie shedding off of his body to reveal the trademark red and blue uniform that represented everything he stood for. He careened through the air, following the source of the tremor and swooped downward towards the Federal Reserve of Metropolis, two goons with machine guns outside the entrance. Superman landed a few feet in front of them and instructed them:
"Either you can put the guns down and turn yourselves in or I throw you through the nearest wall. Your choice." The goons looked at each other before unloading their clips on the man of steel, the hero sighing as he grabbed one of the henchmen and slammed him into the ground. The other henchmen took off.
"Figures." He looked down at the now unconscious goon.
"You need to pick better friends."

Dc Superhero team up of epicness(MxF)(18+)

Thanks so much! Will get to you ASAP :)

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

True enough! I have my solo time marked off as video game time xD

Anyway, heading out for the day. See you tomorrow!

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

That is so awesome. Seriously. You go, girl!

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

I get that. I don't know about you, but sometimes I feel almost guilty for taking me time. Like I'm somehow depriving my wife and family of contact? I don't know, maybe its just me. I do know that solo time is really important, especially in a marriage. I mean, we love our spouses and kids, but all humans need some time to be themselves.

No worries! Take your time :)

Shine City 3: Summer Sequel (Always Accepting)

It was quiet.

And he loved it that way.

Akihiro leaned against the emerald green park bench and smiled to himself, placing the rather large volume he had been perusing for the past hour or so to the side, patting the soft, leather-bound cover as he scanned his surroundings. Shiny Park was a rather gorgeous locale during the day and bustling with activity, which was fine when he wanted to hit the trails for a run with a fellow cardio enthusiast, but at night is when the park truly became shined(heh) as a refuge for his wearied mind. Sure there was the Mochavine or the Tiny Snowflake for casual hang-out spots, but for true solitude, Shiny park was a wonderful retreat. He made it a habit to visit this particular bench, which happened to be near the central entrance to the park, and lose himself in the deep mythos of his field. Gods and goddesses fought for power, humanity struggled against the forces of evil and governments were toppled in the name of liberty. The twenty four year old snorted a laugh as he ran a hand through his ash brown hair, ruffling it a bit as a slight itch afflicted his scalp. He could be accused of romanticizing his subject, but he knew that was made him such a hit at Shine City Academy. His students wrote glowing evaluations for him every semester he had taught an undergraduate course and his professors within his seminars were lauding his work due to the sheer passion and energy Akihiro dedicated to his studies. Yet, a threat loomed over his rather peaceful existence in Shine City.

Life AFTER university.

He shuddered at the thought, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back harder against the bench. Seven years of his life had been invested in this place. Great relationships had been built, intellectual discoveries had been made and he even got to see his younger sister develop, seeing as she too made the trip from the country to make a home in Shine City(well, the dorms of the academy anyway). With one year left in his program, the reality of entering a whole other...world was upon him.

The knot that had been forming in his stomach disappeared as he felt a buzz from his pocket. Withdrawing his phone, he chuckled as he read a text from Sahiro, one of his trusted friends that had decided to try and crash Club Lush with no reference or contact to get in. The text simply read:

Tried to lie my way in...almost got punched in the face. Always a next time!

The tenacity with which Sahiro, and by extension Akihiro's other friends, pursued parties and risks was not a trait the teaching assistant shared. Besides not wanting to get seen by any of his students(or professors!) at an establishment that had "lush" in the title, he really had no desire to ingratiate himself into the "nightlife community" that so many on and off campus talked about. He had tried to "party" once, but ended up with a splitting headache the day after and had to issue a number of apologies for some of the things he had said(no, yelled) to everyone in the room. Never again would he indulge in that lifestyle.

He uncrossed his arms and cracked open the tome once more. A few more minutes of reading and then it would be the hike back to the Academy...or so he hoped.