Day 35: Bus 2

Wally woke as the intercom crackled to life and was surprised to find himself back in his room. The last thing he'd remembered was feeling relieved at finally beating off those dragonfly-lizard things. There'd been that weird intercom message, then... he wasn't quite sure what had happened after that, but he was certain it hadn't involved falling asleep. He'd be half-wondering if he'd dreamed the whole thing if it hadn't been for the nagging ache on his back and ankle from where he'd been bitten. A quick check revealed they'd been bandaged, apparently while he'd slept. He wondered if he had Kal to thank for that. Maybe he'd get the chance to ask later.

He jumped as the door swung open to admit the familiar face of the nurse who'd woken him yesterday. "Up already, are we?" she said cheerfully as she busied herself pulling out clothes. A blue shirt and a pair of jeans were passed to him. Wally blinked, he hadn't been here long, but he'd gotten the impression that the grey-and-smiley-face combo was standard.

"Does this mean I'm being released?" he asked, hope creeping into his voice.

The nurse turned back to him, pity etched on her features. "I'm afraid not, dear." She smiled brightly as she continued, "but today's when all the patients get a special field trip into town! Won't that be a treat!"

Wally stared at the clothes, his mind working away. He'd been trying to get into town and to a phone last night before he'd been attacked. But if they were going in today, this might be the perfect chance for him to contact the Justice League. He smiled warmly and thanked the nurse as she left to allow him to change, then happily allowed himself to be led to one of the buses, picking a seat about halfway down and sliding in to look out the window. It seemed like today was going to be brighter than yesterday, at least in the area of possible phone calls and rescues. About the only dark patch he could see was that the contents of his paper-bag breakfast were going to be nowhere near enough to fill the yawning pit that had taken the place of his stomach, and even that was tolerable when he was positive he wasn't going to be here much longer.

"And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me, and you see a blur around you fly, but it takes too long, it seems so slow to me..." he sung absently.

[Oh Captain, my Captain~]

[identity profile] notaghostreally.livejournal.com 2008-09-06 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Internally, Danny agreed with her--he definitely wasn't a 'fluffy' type. He was a ghost-fighting hero in his hometown--the last thing someone would call him was 'fluffy.' Well, maybe Dash and his friends would, but they were a completely different story. As far as Danny and his friends were concerned, 'fluffy' was a word best used when describing the cat Vlad should've had (but didn't).

"Yeah, I've been to Doyleton before. Last week." Had it really been a week already? No, he'd been here longer now. What were they doing in Amity Park? Were the local news stations making a big deal out of his absence? What about Mr. Lancer? "Doyleton's...a pretty small town." It was quiet and tranquil--completely the opposite of what Danny had always lived with.

But Doyleton did have something going for it--the food didn't glow and it wasn't sentient.

[identity profile] kanpekinasenshi.livejournal.com 2008-09-06 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that didn't help a whole lot. Seiya frowned a little, although not too directly at Danny, and tilted her head. "Well, is there anything to do there? Shops, or game parlors, or karaoke, or anything like that?" It was too early in the day to try and find a club, even if the words 'small town' didn't sound promising along those lines anyway. Dancing... it was crazy, considering what was going on around her, and all she had to think about, but for the moment, just going out for some dancing sounded really good. Of course, there was no way that was going to happen. And she wasn't sure she'd want to try to get into a club dressed like this anyway.

She thought about asking her seatmate if he had any hobbies, but decided to wait until he had the chance to answer her first question. Instead she dug around in her sack, and pulled out the muffin. Well, it looked all right. The hot breakfasts were better, but maybe a change of pace would do her some good.

[identity profile] notaghostreally.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
Danny paused to think, scanning his memories from the last time he was in Doyleton. Well...there wasn't much. This place was too small for lots of shops, really. All he could remember was a mechanics store and some other stores like it, that place called Tasty Burger (wasn't there some old legend that Nasty Burger used to be called Tasty Burger?), and a park. "There are plenty of shops, but I dunno about game parlors or karaoke..." But if there was a video game place, he was all over it. Maybe they had Doomed in there...or maybe he could do the responsible thing and take a look around the town. Maybe make a break for it or something!

He looked at his own bag. Making a break for it didn't actually seem like a bad idea. He had food, and they were going to give them food coupons, right? Maybe this wasn't so bad...but he would still have to go back anyway. He wanted to find out how Vlad remembered the ghostly aspect of his life but Jazz didn't. Maybe Jazz was being kept there! Maybe she had been brainwashed!

He wasn't going to leave today, no matter how tempting it was.

[identity profile] kanpekinasenshi.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Seiya felt a little sorry for him, watching his expression. It wasn't that he looked too depressed or anything, but he was a little younger, and it made her think of the little girl she'd seen outdoors that night with the giant birds. She was used to this sort of thing, but how many other people here were? It was obvious that not everyone here came from the same sort of--of cosmic set-up that Seiya was used to, but they had to have some way of surviving, otherwise they'd have already...

Vanished, like...

"Well, thanks anyway." She cut off her thought by answering him, smiling a little more warmly. "I guess it's too much to hope for serious entertainment around here. A change of scenery'll be nice, anyway. So what do you do for fun back home, Danny?"

[identity profile] notaghostreally.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
What did he do for fun? Now that was an interesting question. He wasn't about to say 'saving the world from ghosts and crazy ghost hunters,' definitely not. The question made him think about what he did back home, other than fight ghosts. Unfortunately, it left very little between school and avoiding his parents' inventions.

"I guess...video games. And hanging out with friends, mostly." He shrugged, keeping it vague. That was what he did for fun. Unfortunately, hanging out with friends often led to hunting ghosts. He couldn't even begin to count the number of late nights he'd pulled with Sam and Tuck, coming home late only to be grounded and do the same thing again the next night.

"What about you?" Maybe Seiya would have a more interesting answer. He would've given a more in-depth description if he wasn't hiding the fact that he was half-ghost.

[identity profile] kanpekinasenshi.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Those were reasonable enough answers for a young teenage boy. Seiya took a bite of her muffin before answering. "Me? I love going dancing, I like singing... I play football at my school." She didn't think there was a need to specify 'American' considering Danny's name, but she could always clarify later. And it didn't really matter, it was all just part of the cover anyway.

Some days she just really needed that cover. "I don't look like a football player, do I?" She grinned at him. Even as a guy, 'his' build was slight, but there was enough strength and agility in it to make up for the fact that Seiya Kou wasn't a wall of muscle. Since Danny had survived so long at Landel's, maybe he was tougher than he looked too, but for now they were both playing 'ordinary teenager' and she wouldn't pry.