http://leftthecradle.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] leftthecradle.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-01-24 07:45 pm

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The sun is setting over the Milliways lake. The air is crisp and cold, and snow covers the ground in a thick blanket. However, there is a large circle of ground where the snow has been cleared away. In the midst of it, there is a person wielding a metal pole in some type of martial arts form.

He is also shirtless and barefoot, but he doesn't seem to be noticing the cold much.

[identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com 2007-01-25 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
He caught it.

"...You're joking right?" He was going to be good at this, but he there's no way he'd ever be that good. Like, ever.

"Should I do this in my ghost form or...?"

Or should he give it a try as weak, lame Danny Fenton?

[identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com 2007-01-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Iiii'm going to stay ghost then."

He shook the cylinder lightly.

"How do I turn this thing on?"

[identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com 2007-01-25 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks for the warning, because it would be just like me to slam myself in the face with this thing."

He held out his arm, away from himself and Loa, and flicked.

The wrong way. So he tried again, and this time, it lengthened amazingly fast.

"Cool."

[identity profile] goinghost.livejournal.com 2007-01-25 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Danny laughed. "Some of my bad guys are that dumb, so I'll keep that in mind."

He tried closing it--and got it. Then tried opening it again--and got it.

When he really wanted to learn something, and actually paid attention, he could pick things up pretty fast.

He probably shouldn't have felt so proud of himself for figuring out how to open and close the stupid thing, but anything where he could do something right away without looking like a totaly dork was a victory.