First Race

[gingerspeedster]

[ Someone is a little anxious. His chin rests in his hand and some pages can be heard fluttering in the background because, although you can't see it, his foot is tapping at super speed. ]

Hmm. 11 floors, 160 rooms, decent facilities, but it's so much smaller than I was expecting. I mean, I'm sure it's big enough for everyone's needs, but do you know how many times I can visit every room in half a minute? Too many, that's how many.

But hey, I'm sure I'll find a way to entertain myself. This whole inmate deal, when does that happen? Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.

[ He smiles winningly. ] I'm Wally West, your newest warden. So, when can we get this party started?

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[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Admit it. You're just scared I'm gonna rain on your parade. No need to fear, I'm here to do the job I was hired for.

[terminates.livejournal.com]

Yes, Wally. I'm mortally afraid you'll show me up.

[ The sarcasm. It burns. ]

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

It's a reasonable fear. I almost always do.

[terminates.livejournal.com]

Sure you do.

[ Not mentioning Identity Crisis. Nope. ]

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

So how goes the redemption?

[terminates.livejournal.com]

I haven't been thrown overboard.

[ aka none of your damn business :| ]

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Isn't that a bad thing?