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nextgenerationmarvel2012-11-18 09:25 am
realstarpower) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2012-11-18 09:25 am
Entry tags:
Deep Thoughts, Shallow Mind
Sometimes when he was alone, floating high above Pier 4, with his eyes closed, Ryan Grimm felt as though something was tugging at his inner core, intending to pull him away from wherever he was. He'd never really bothered to check out what that feeling might be, nor had he ever really given it much thought. It was just something that he tended to push back into the recesses of his mind, along with a lot of other things that he tended to push away and not worry about. Ryan liked being the fun, carefree, somewhat ditzy guy he was, and he didn't like any of the serious, dark, scary stuff weighing him down. Remi and the others could deal with that. He was the bright spot of the team, the comic frustration, the comic relief, and the conventionally sexy one. It was very much the role that he intended to play for as long as he could. After all, he knew he wasn't necessarily as smart as Alexa or Griffin, and he didn't have Remi's drive. Unlike Jacob - though quite not like Mary - Ryan had the chance to be whoever it was that he wanted to be. Part of that was honoring the legacy of his family, which was why he was with the Imaginauts. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else, and his acting career - as much as he wanted it, he was aware enough to know that it was a pipe dream. Simon Williams was proof enough that an acting career and a career in superheroics didn't necessarily gel well together.
Realizing that deep, heady thoughts were taking over again, Ryan scrunched up his face, concentrating on thinking about nothing. Slowly, the thoughts faded away and all Ryan saw were the stars - the cosmic ones, not the Walk of Fame ones - mingling with the calm, cool quiet of space, and a life that was...simple. He didn't know what it was, just that there was an easy simplicity to it.
His eyes fluttered open and, briefly, he wondered what that was before making his descent back down to the pier. He could try to figure out what all of that meant later.
Realizing that deep, heady thoughts were taking over again, Ryan scrunched up his face, concentrating on thinking about nothing. Slowly, the thoughts faded away and all Ryan saw were the stars - the cosmic ones, not the Walk of Fame ones - mingling with the calm, cool quiet of space, and a life that was...simple. He didn't know what it was, just that there was an easy simplicity to it.
His eyes fluttered open and, briefly, he wondered what that was before making his descent back down to the pier. He could try to figure out what all of that meant later.