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Fort Worth Texas: Opening OOM
Mar. 1st, 2007 08:18 amJohnny Blaze does not do limos.
Actually, that could be said of alot of things. Johnny Blaze does not do Ambulances, Johnny Blaze does not do cars-
so the sun had barely peeked over the horizon before he was showered, shaved, and wearing his stupid white suit-standing out in front of his apartment waiting for the bus.
The sound of it pulling into the alleyway was akin to some large beast tugging itself through the world, the mighty engines rumbling. He flexed his hands on the handlebars of the bike he'd be using today. Four out of a set of five..
wreck one more-
The thought that he might actually die today and end his career with a closed casket funeral sponsored by Cinnabon and AAA made him shudder. The Dubious concerns of fame and all that. Oh to be a celebrity.
The "Team Blaze Bus" door opened to reveal a pale and pallid looking Mack, swallowing down bile. Poor guy. He didn't look like he'd slept since they'd talked.
"...You ready?"
He should respond with something in character. Something denoting his daredevil status. Something appropriately badass and final. Like a cowboy in a Western going off to his final showdown at the OK Corral.
"...Let's go."
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There were fans already lined up in front of the Sobe dome. The jump wouldn't be for hours, but the blaze fanatics (They called themselves Blazen Fans) were standing out in front chatting and sharing cups of coffee. A few had chairs, the season pros had TVs and laptops. Johnny wondered if you could get Wi-Fi in a place like this.
A few folks looked up sleepily as his bus pulled in, but security was right there to quell any excitement. Which was fine.
There were stakes here after all. They came to watch him succeed or fail, and it was too early to be excited for a regular man without a snazzy suit or a helmet.
Coffee induced hazes blocked the bus from their eyes. There would be no splatter. No earth shattering crash and thousands of mourning fans.
Not yet anyway.
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Johnny supervised the last check on the ramp himself, following Mack like a white shadow. Everything was solid-and his little surprise was on the way.
He'd had to call in every favor he could think of to do it behind Mack's back. The US military had balked at him, until he'd promised them a show out at MiraMar two weeks from today. If he survived.
"Son." The colonel had said, "You're about as tough as any of my boys here. I'll start bookin' seats. I know the base'd be thrilled."
It'd take them two refueling stops to make it to Texas, each copter manned with six men. Six men times Six copters meant 46 other people he was putting at risk. He had not wanted the full crews in the choppers, but the colonel had insisted.
They all wanted autographs.
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"...We've got a last check to run before I call you." Mack patted his friend's back, "Go put on a pot of coffee okay?"
"You sure that's wise?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, with your acid reflux problem?
"I'm gonna drop dead on the fucking runway if I don't get some." Mack said, shaking his head and scribbling across a piece of paper, "....Much oblidged JB."
Johnny'd never get lost in the SoBe dome. This wasn't his first time jumping here, and it wouldn't be his last. If today goes as planned-
No fear. Nothing but that empty feeling inside that he got before he made millions of people gasp and shriek in delight. If I die today...
It was a means to an end. An end at a crossroads in SweetWater Texas miles away with a yellow eyed stranger and a promise-
Forget about friends...Forget about family..
He could see it in his mind clear as day as he opened the door, wondering where he put his Carpenters CD and if he could make it through the next hour without any of his candy (never ate before a jump. Never a good idea)
With these thoughts on his mind, his attention occupied more then usual, Johnny did not pay attention as he shouldered the door open.
Actually, that could be said of alot of things. Johnny Blaze does not do Ambulances, Johnny Blaze does not do cars-
so the sun had barely peeked over the horizon before he was showered, shaved, and wearing his stupid white suit-standing out in front of his apartment waiting for the bus.
The sound of it pulling into the alleyway was akin to some large beast tugging itself through the world, the mighty engines rumbling. He flexed his hands on the handlebars of the bike he'd be using today. Four out of a set of five..
wreck one more-
The thought that he might actually die today and end his career with a closed casket funeral sponsored by Cinnabon and AAA made him shudder. The Dubious concerns of fame and all that. Oh to be a celebrity.
The "Team Blaze Bus" door opened to reveal a pale and pallid looking Mack, swallowing down bile. Poor guy. He didn't look like he'd slept since they'd talked.
"...You ready?"
He should respond with something in character. Something denoting his daredevil status. Something appropriately badass and final. Like a cowboy in a Western going off to his final showdown at the OK Corral.
"...Let's go."
----------
There were fans already lined up in front of the Sobe dome. The jump wouldn't be for hours, but the blaze fanatics (They called themselves Blazen Fans) were standing out in front chatting and sharing cups of coffee. A few had chairs, the season pros had TVs and laptops. Johnny wondered if you could get Wi-Fi in a place like this.
A few folks looked up sleepily as his bus pulled in, but security was right there to quell any excitement. Which was fine.
There were stakes here after all. They came to watch him succeed or fail, and it was too early to be excited for a regular man without a snazzy suit or a helmet.
Coffee induced hazes blocked the bus from their eyes. There would be no splatter. No earth shattering crash and thousands of mourning fans.
Not yet anyway.
-----------
Johnny supervised the last check on the ramp himself, following Mack like a white shadow. Everything was solid-and his little surprise was on the way.
He'd had to call in every favor he could think of to do it behind Mack's back. The US military had balked at him, until he'd promised them a show out at MiraMar two weeks from today. If he survived.
"Son." The colonel had said, "You're about as tough as any of my boys here. I'll start bookin' seats. I know the base'd be thrilled."
It'd take them two refueling stops to make it to Texas, each copter manned with six men. Six men times Six copters meant 46 other people he was putting at risk. He had not wanted the full crews in the choppers, but the colonel had insisted.
They all wanted autographs.
-------------
"...We've got a last check to run before I call you." Mack patted his friend's back, "Go put on a pot of coffee okay?"
"You sure that's wise?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, with your acid reflux problem?
"I'm gonna drop dead on the fucking runway if I don't get some." Mack said, shaking his head and scribbling across a piece of paper, "....Much oblidged JB."
Johnny'd never get lost in the SoBe dome. This wasn't his first time jumping here, and it wouldn't be his last. If today goes as planned-
No fear. Nothing but that empty feeling inside that he got before he made millions of people gasp and shriek in delight. If I die today...
It was a means to an end. An end at a crossroads in SweetWater Texas miles away with a yellow eyed stranger and a promise-
Forget about friends...Forget about family..
He could see it in his mind clear as day as he opened the door, wondering where he put his Carpenters CD and if he could make it through the next hour without any of his candy (never ate before a jump. Never a good idea)
With these thoughts on his mind, his attention occupied more then usual, Johnny did not pay attention as he shouldered the door open.
