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dear_mun2015-06-25 05:52 pm
originalbeachboy) wrote in dear_mun2015-06-25 05:52 pm
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The eternal question raises its head again.
So, back to doin' this old dance, huh? Bad, good, bad again... Turn to glass, steal some lady's blood, break into a buncha bits and fight myself, have my head messed with every way yah can imagine...
[Flint's hands turn to sand and each finger is a miniature of himself, with varying expressions, ages and costumes. They cycle constantly into new ones as he talks on.]
Got me to thinking, yah know? Maybe I ain't cut out to be one thing or t'other. Maybe I'm always meant to be fallin' apart and being someone new every day. I was already changing my name to suit my new attitude before the atomic accident! Maybe I aughta stop thinking so black and white all the time...
[He smacks his hands together with a 'paff', scattering sand about until it forms a small collection of independent little figures, duking it out around his feet, split into two groups- his heroic and villainous associates.]
It ain't like I ever saw eye to eye with either side entirely- Sable, The Thing, the Avengers, heck, even Spidey on a good day... Or the Sinister Six, the Frightful Four or any of the other crooks I've run with for that matter!
[With a huff, he stomps on the whole assembly of miniature cops and robbers, reabsorbing the sand.]
I guess what I'm thinking is, good and bad ain't really so solid as all that. Maybe what I do from here is make up my mind on the spot, instead of deciding 'good' and trying to be perfect, or picking bad and trying to be a monster.
[A thoughtful pause, in which he scratches at his chin.]
I was gonna be an artist, yah know. All them years ago. Maybe I'll give it another shot.
[Flint's hands turn to sand and each finger is a miniature of himself, with varying expressions, ages and costumes. They cycle constantly into new ones as he talks on.]
Got me to thinking, yah know? Maybe I ain't cut out to be one thing or t'other. Maybe I'm always meant to be fallin' apart and being someone new every day. I was already changing my name to suit my new attitude before the atomic accident! Maybe I aughta stop thinking so black and white all the time...
[He smacks his hands together with a 'paff', scattering sand about until it forms a small collection of independent little figures, duking it out around his feet, split into two groups- his heroic and villainous associates.]
It ain't like I ever saw eye to eye with either side entirely- Sable, The Thing, the Avengers, heck, even Spidey on a good day... Or the Sinister Six, the Frightful Four or any of the other crooks I've run with for that matter!
[With a huff, he stomps on the whole assembly of miniature cops and robbers, reabsorbing the sand.]
I guess what I'm thinking is, good and bad ain't really so solid as all that. Maybe what I do from here is make up my mind on the spot, instead of deciding 'good' and trying to be perfect, or picking bad and trying to be a monster.
[A thoughtful pause, in which he scratches at his chin.]
I was gonna be an artist, yah know. All them years ago. Maybe I'll give it another shot.