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gingerspeedster[ The video comes on mysteriously, seemingly unattended. How odd... No it isn’t. It’s Wally’s evil plan. The camera is pointed at a familiar pair, Dick and Wally sitting on Dick’s couch. The reason for this post? Well... ]
--the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive!
IT’S THE-- EYE OF THE TIGER, IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!
RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!
AND THE LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT,
AND HE’S WATCHING US ALL IN THE EEEEYE--- OF THE TIGER.
Face to face, out in the heat...
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry.
They stack the odds 'til… Wally are you recording this?
What? No. Why?
[Dick comes over to investigate the journal. Wally snatches it up before Dick has the chance to confirm that it’s on and turns off... the video feed. Audio is still streaming. ]
See? It’s not on.
Wally, come on. I saw the light on. [ >| ]
You’re just seeing things. See, this is why you need me to cheer you up. You’re so down you’re starting to hallucinate.
I don’t need you to help me cheer up, who says I need cheering up? I’m fine. Just give me the journal.
Mentally healthy people don’t hallucinate.
I’m not hallucinating, what did you post?
...You’ll thank me when you hit the big time! [ /RUNS AWAY ]
[ A few seconds later, at a safe distance- ]
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was our very own Dick Grayson! Save your applause, he can’t hear it from here. I hope.
[No, he is, in fact, fuming in his room and plotting revenge. After, of course, he deals with the fallout. How is this possibly more embarrassing than getting drunk?]
[ooc | Red = Wally, Blue = Dick, Purple = Both ]
--the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive!
IT’S THE-- EYE OF THE TIGER, IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!
RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!
AND THE LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT,
AND HE’S WATCHING US ALL IN THE EEEEYE--- OF THE TIGER.
Face to face, out in the heat...
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry.
They stack the odds 'til… Wally are you recording this?
What? No. Why?
[Dick comes over to investigate the journal. Wally snatches it up before Dick has the chance to confirm that it’s on and turns off... the video feed. Audio is still streaming. ]
See? It’s not on.
Wally, come on. I saw the light on. [ >| ]
You’re just seeing things. See, this is why you need me to cheer you up. You’re so down you’re starting to hallucinate.
I don’t need you to help me cheer up, who says I need cheering up? I’m fine. Just give me the journal.
Mentally healthy people don’t hallucinate.
I’m not hallucinating, what did you post?
...You’ll thank me when you hit the big time! [ /RUNS AWAY ]
[ A few seconds later, at a safe distance- ]
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was our very own Dick Grayson! Save your applause, he can’t hear it from here. I hope.
[No, he is, in fact, fuming in his room and plotting revenge. After, of course, he deals with the fallout. How is this possibly more embarrassing than getting drunk?]
[ooc | Red = Wally, Blue = Dick, Purple = Both ]
