Triton City Misfits

Solo Story of Ollie Plea

Broken Boulder

Ollie Plea, his mother & little sister Olivia organize a large pile of mail has accumulated on the kitchen table in the days that Ollie has been missing. A phone rings

Ollie’s mom:

I have to take this, Olivia get to bed.

She answers the phone & heads to her office. Olivia hugs Ollie before she heads up to bed. Ollie continues sorting the mail; Mom’s, junk, bill, bill, Mine, junk, Olivia’s, until he comes across a postcard. As he picks it up something grabs his attention. He walks out into the cold darkness of his back yard. The air is unnervingly chilly for this time of year. In a shifting void of darkness between a shrub & the neighbor’s fence, a pair of white eyes gaze out at Ollie like twin stars in an empty patch of the cosmos.

The points of light slowly move toward Ollie, a form solidifies out of the surrounding nothingness. The Slender Shadowy figure walks toward Ollie and speaks: _ “You are what I once was”_

Anxiety fills Ollie, his stomach twists & turns. The figure raises a silhouetted hand to is head. Transfixed Ollie mirrors the action, touching his own cheek, it stings from his mother’s slap. A spreading hole in the shadow reflects Ollie’s pain, consuming the dark figure.

“I am what you will become”

Ollie hears the voice in his head as he stands alone in the cold night. He looks at the post card he’s been holding.

Greeting from Germany Is emblazon over a picturesque mountain village. He flips the card over. Only his address is written, but he recognizes the hand writing; it’s his missing Girlfriend’s hand writing…

L.C. Roberts

Ollie goes back into the house, passes his mother’s office, glances over at his mom on the phone. Walks to his room like his mother told him to and grabs his cellphone and started to notify the group where he was heading as he paused.

Ollie then thought about the action, that he was about to do. Letting the others know where I would be. "They will just start to yell at me and saying something like " why didn’t you let us know where you were? We could have helped you." Ollie thought to himself, “that they have not yet rescued me while I was in trouble, I escaped from the clutches of my enemies by myself.”

Ollie grabs his phone charger, cancels the text to the others, and goes through his smart phone to its map function. He takes a good look at the post-card in one hand & the world map centered on Germany in the other, visualizing the place in his mind he teleports!

He opens his eyes to find himself still in his room, Ollie studies the postcard. Oberammergau, Germany is printed across the back of it in fine letters. He pictures the location in his minds eye & wills himself to teleport but nothing happens. He tries to make a force field, but again nothing.

Out of frustration that his powers are failing him Ollie smashes his full length closet mirror. He feels something he hasn’t felt since before the storm, physical pain. Shards of glass cut into his fist, blood spatters his shattered reflection.

“I am what you will become,
as you are what I once was.”

“…Broken.” Ollie says to himself.

Ollie cleans & dresses his cut in the bathroom. He looks at the pills they put him on: side effects may include mild audio & visual hallucinations, & in some rare cases dissociative disorder. Thinking of the night in the park when he & his father fought off the band of Militia Men, Alice didn’t see the dark figure who fought by his side, when they were being followed on the bus she didn’t see him then either. The room begins to spin around him, he closes his eyes & focuses pushing all thoughts from his head: the spinning room, the sting in his cheek from his mothers slap, the pain in his hand. All around him goes dark. Standing in an vast empty void of nothingness a voice speaks out: “What do you seek”

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Ollie goes back into the house, passes his mother’s office, glances over at his mom on the phone. Walks to his room like his mother told him to and grabs his cellphone and started to notify the group where he was heading as he paused.

Ollie then thought about the action, that he was about to do. Letting the others know where I would be. "They will just start to yell at me and saying something like " why didn’t you let us know where you were? We could have helped you." Ollie thought to himself, “that they have not yet rescued me while I was in trouble, I escaped from the clutches of my enemies by myself.”

Ollie grabs his phone charger, cancels the text to the others, and goes through his smart phone to its map function. He takes a good look at the post-card in one hand & the world map centered on Germany in the other, visualizing the place in his mind he teleports!

Solo Story of Ollie Plea
 

He opens his eyes to find himself still in his room, Ollie studies the postcard. Oberammergau, Germany is printed across the back of it in fine letters. He pictures the location in his minds eye & wills himself to teleport but nothing happens. He tries to make a force field, but again nothing.

Out of frustration that his powers are failing him Ollie smashes his full length closet mirror. He feels something he hasn’t felt since before the storm, physical pain. Shards of glass cut into his fist, blood spatters his shattered reflection.

“I am what you will become,
as you are what I once was.”

“…Broken.” Ollie says to himself.

Ollie cleans & dresses his cut in the bathroom. He looks at the pills they put him on: side effects may include mild audio & visual hallucinations, & in some rare cases dissociative disorder. Thinking of the night in the park when he & his father fought off the band of Militia Men, Alice didn’t see the dark figure who fought by his side, when they were being followed on the bus she didn’t see him then either. The room begins to spin around him, he closes his eyes & focuses pushing all thoughts from his head: the spinning room, the sting in his cheek from his mothers slap, the pain in his hand. All around him goes dark. Standing in an vast empty void of nothingness a voice speaks out: “What do you seek”

Solo Story of Ollie Plea
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