Green Lantern

[ Action - 1491 Kramden Rd ]

[It's really getting more difficult to climb out of bed after Mayfield's pulling shit like that. Again. Dying in the town offers no surcease, no escape from its horror. Hal continues out of spite, but it's certainly not easy.

The mail arrives promptly that morning. An envelope is addressed to him, its white folds betraying nothing of its contents. Tearing it open with his thumb, what looks to be a piece of cardstock about the size of a playing card falls out, falling face down onto the tile.]

Hm?

[A symbol rendered in black and yellow greets Hal when he picks the card up. Though similar in execution as the emblem of the Green Lantern Corps, this is unfamiliar to him. It seems somehow sinister...]

"DAD!" "DADDY!" "Youuuu'll be laaaate!"

[The explosive, jeering laughter of the drone kids come to him as they scurry into the kitchen, smiling their empty smiles. Hal looks back at the card...flips it around.

The symbol is gone.

He flicks the card onto the counter next to the envelope.]

Haven't got time for- hey! Those are my shoes!

[And it goes forgotten for now.]

[ Action - Mayfield High ]

[Aside from being late, nothing at all seems to have changed for everyone's favorite (and only) Astronomy teacher, but his smile might appear a little...forced. When the bell rings he's relieved, but turns as people gather their things.]

The due date for your papers has been pushed back to next Monday. And mark your calenders, two weeks from tonight on the thirteenth is the Geminid Meteor Shower. For those interested, there will be a watching party that night on the Point, I'll have more info closer to the day. Get some rest, guys.

[He waits for them to file out and takes a seat on his desk, rubbing at his temples. The day can't end fast enough.]

[Action A - Monday Night]

[Hal is the kind of tenacious, idiot bastard that never knows when to give up once he's set his mind to a task.

That might be why he got over confident and cornered by a horde of zombies on what was supposed to be a quick bit of neighborhood recon. Though he's not weaponless, he can only hit so many with his axe and he's tiring fast. An assist would be more than welcome.]


[Action B - 1491 Kramden - Tuesday Late Morning]

[Escaping unscathed was a little too much to ask for. The bite on his shoulder had stopped aching in the small hours of the early morning, and it's by sunup that Hal knows.

Housemates will find him on the back patio, sitting with his greying fingers white-knuckled in his hair. The gauze on his wound is a ranging palette of sickly hues, the visible skin around it shot through with bruise purples and greens.

Congrats, you now have a zombie in house that's fighting some strong urges to messily devour everyone he knows. Enjoy.]

[ Action 1 | 1491 Kramden Road | Morning ]

[Hal isn't sure what wakes him first, the tittering birds outside the bedroom window or the warm sunlight falling into his eyes. Rolling over, he sits up with a bleary grunt, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he pads his way toward the bathroom.

Well. He would have headed that way, had there not been a bureau blocking him. The impact almost knocks the wind from him, a sudden surprise in the otherwise normal morning. Picture frames topple over against the wood, the resulting sound causing the bed's other occupant to stir and sit up.

He doesn't hear her question at first, too caught up in his sudden fixed study of the photographs.]

What the fuck?

[ Phone 1 | Anyone ]

"Yes, Operator, this is Hal Jordan- I need to place a call to Ferris Aircraft in Coast City, California. C'mon, Tom, be there early... Could you hurry? This is an emergency."

[ Action 2 | Fire Station | Early Afternoon ]

["Officially freaked out now" doesn't really cut it. Hal forces himself to keep busy just to occupy his mind, which means for the time he's elbow-deep in the company truck's engine, patching a radiator leak. He probably should have taken off his newly-acquired wedding band, giving the yellow gold a nice scratch when he accidentally bangs it against the engine block. The house had been turned upside down in his search for his power ring, a valiant but fruitless effort. Glaring darkly at his ring, he mutters gloomily,]

'Poozer'.