Post by Kyle Rayner - Green Lantern on Aug 12, 2012 12:52:57 GMT -10
Kyle was currently sitting in a waiting room, his bag sitting on the ground next to him. He was waiting for a Mr. James Raymond, one of the hiring executives at Hunter Comics, a rather large comics company. He had sent in his resume, and a sample of his work, about a week ago, and received the letter stating that he would get an interview about 2 days later. Needless to say, Kyle was ecstatic. He was finally gonna be able to live his dream!
"Mr. Rayner, Mr. Raymond will see you now." Mr. Raymond's secretary said.
"Thank you." Kyle said as he rose, slipping one strap of his bag over his right shoulder. He had his lantern in his bag as a backup measure, and the thing was a lot heavier than it looked.
"No need to thank me. I'm just the messenger." The secretary replied with a decidedly very bored tone as she went back to whatver it was she was doing on her computer. Kyle made an educated guess that she was playing solitaire, given that A) she was a secretary, and B) she never touched the keyboard. His theory was confirmed by a reflection in the window, which showed her starting a new game.
"Mr. Rayner! Please, have a seat." Mr. Raymond said as Kyle walked in, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. He was a very interesting built man, seeming to be rather thin and fit in the torso, but appearing to have a double chin. The desk obscured his legs.
"Thank you, sir." Kyle said as he sat down, setting his bag next to him. He noticed that Mr. Raymond had the comic book he'd sent in as a sample. It was one of the more popular series he and J.R. made, starring a group of demon hunters. The series was called "Night Stalkers".
"Mr. Rayner, how long have you been making these freelance comic books?" Mr. Raymond asked, holding up the sample comic.
"About 3 years now, sir." Kyle replied.
"I must say, I've seen my kids come home with some of your comic books. They're quite good, especially this series here. I think you're actually better than some of the artists we have here at Hunter." Mr. Raymond said, gesturing to the comic book he was holding. "How soon do you think you could start work?"
That caught Kyle off-guard. He'd barely known the man for 5 minutes, and he had already all but given him a job. "Sir?" Kyle replied.
"If you could start work anytime within the week, that would be fantastic. And if you could get your friend who does the stories down here, I'd be willing to give him a job too." Mr. Raymond replied, with a deadly serious expression.
"Would I have to move? Because I live in Coast City and..." Kyle started, but was cut off when Mr. Raymond raised a hand.
"If you really want to, then go ahead. You could always just email me your work." Mr. Raymond said.
"You have yourself a deal!" Kyle said, shaking hands with Mr. Raymond.
"Excellent! Now, for your first project, do you think you and your friend could come up with something new?" Mr. Raymond asked.
"I think J.R. and I could pound out a new idea in say, a week. Smooth it out, and maybe have a new series within the month." Kyle said.
"Excellent! Just email me the idea when you have it!" Mr. Raymond said.
"Thank you for the job, sir!" Kyle said as he left. He didn't hear Mr. Raymond's answer.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Kyle was just about having the best day of his life. He had just gotten his dream job, the sun was shining, this was just about the best it was ever gonna be. He decided to detour through the bad part of town, for giggles. He was nearly immediately set upon by a few thugs packing switchblades.
"Wallet, keys and phone, dweeb." The first thug said, waving his knife around menacingly.
"Is "dweeb" really the best insult your tiny brain can come up with?" Kyle asked, putting his hands in his pockets. He kept the ring on at pretty much all times.
"You're cruising for a bruising, bud!" Another thug said.
"Oh, the 80's called. They want their phrase back." Kyle replied. This elicited a knife swing from the first thug. Kyle dodged back and conjured a green hand, which flicked the first thug on the nose. The second and third thugs bum-rushed him, but the second was punched in the face by the above-mentioned green hand, and the third found another green hand threatening him with what was previously the knife he was holding.
"What the hell!?" The first said.
"Tell all your thug buddies to never mess with me again." Kyle said, dispelling the hands as they picked up their dropped knives and ran. "Unless they want me to kick their asses without even touching them." It felt good to have a near omnipotent power around your finger. Kyle continued walking, heading back toward the hotel he was staying in. This detour added a couple hours onto his walk, but it gave him time to let some concepts rattle around in his head.
"Mr. Rayner, Mr. Raymond will see you now." Mr. Raymond's secretary said.
"Thank you." Kyle said as he rose, slipping one strap of his bag over his right shoulder. He had his lantern in his bag as a backup measure, and the thing was a lot heavier than it looked.
"No need to thank me. I'm just the messenger." The secretary replied with a decidedly very bored tone as she went back to whatver it was she was doing on her computer. Kyle made an educated guess that she was playing solitaire, given that A) she was a secretary, and B) she never touched the keyboard. His theory was confirmed by a reflection in the window, which showed her starting a new game.
"Mr. Rayner! Please, have a seat." Mr. Raymond said as Kyle walked in, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. He was a very interesting built man, seeming to be rather thin and fit in the torso, but appearing to have a double chin. The desk obscured his legs.
"Thank you, sir." Kyle said as he sat down, setting his bag next to him. He noticed that Mr. Raymond had the comic book he'd sent in as a sample. It was one of the more popular series he and J.R. made, starring a group of demon hunters. The series was called "Night Stalkers".
"Mr. Rayner, how long have you been making these freelance comic books?" Mr. Raymond asked, holding up the sample comic.
"About 3 years now, sir." Kyle replied.
"I must say, I've seen my kids come home with some of your comic books. They're quite good, especially this series here. I think you're actually better than some of the artists we have here at Hunter." Mr. Raymond said, gesturing to the comic book he was holding. "How soon do you think you could start work?"
That caught Kyle off-guard. He'd barely known the man for 5 minutes, and he had already all but given him a job. "Sir?" Kyle replied.
"If you could start work anytime within the week, that would be fantastic. And if you could get your friend who does the stories down here, I'd be willing to give him a job too." Mr. Raymond replied, with a deadly serious expression.
"Would I have to move? Because I live in Coast City and..." Kyle started, but was cut off when Mr. Raymond raised a hand.
"If you really want to, then go ahead. You could always just email me your work." Mr. Raymond said.
"You have yourself a deal!" Kyle said, shaking hands with Mr. Raymond.
"Excellent! Now, for your first project, do you think you and your friend could come up with something new?" Mr. Raymond asked.
"I think J.R. and I could pound out a new idea in say, a week. Smooth it out, and maybe have a new series within the month." Kyle said.
"Excellent! Just email me the idea when you have it!" Mr. Raymond said.
"Thank you for the job, sir!" Kyle said as he left. He didn't hear Mr. Raymond's answer.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Kyle was just about having the best day of his life. He had just gotten his dream job, the sun was shining, this was just about the best it was ever gonna be. He decided to detour through the bad part of town, for giggles. He was nearly immediately set upon by a few thugs packing switchblades.
"Wallet, keys and phone, dweeb." The first thug said, waving his knife around menacingly.
"Is "dweeb" really the best insult your tiny brain can come up with?" Kyle asked, putting his hands in his pockets. He kept the ring on at pretty much all times.
"You're cruising for a bruising, bud!" Another thug said.
"Oh, the 80's called. They want their phrase back." Kyle replied. This elicited a knife swing from the first thug. Kyle dodged back and conjured a green hand, which flicked the first thug on the nose. The second and third thugs bum-rushed him, but the second was punched in the face by the above-mentioned green hand, and the third found another green hand threatening him with what was previously the knife he was holding.
"What the hell!?" The first said.
"Tell all your thug buddies to never mess with me again." Kyle said, dispelling the hands as they picked up their dropped knives and ran. "Unless they want me to kick their asses without even touching them." It felt good to have a near omnipotent power around your finger. Kyle continued walking, heading back toward the hotel he was staying in. This detour added a couple hours onto his walk, but it gave him time to let some concepts rattle around in his head.