Post by Barry Allen on Jun 28, 2011 22:37:43 GMT -5
The tights were on to pull up. Candace gave it a tug and the sides ripped. She let out a sigh. " Mother--." The knock on the bathroom stall came swift. Deliah, her voice high and reedy, piped like a kettle going off.
" Are you done?"
" I'm almost finished. "
" Hurry up, we're gonna be late. "
Candace was having second thoughts. Her hands went to settle the tear in her spandex and then began to slowly work it up passed her thigh.
Deliah was easily convinced to Candace's surprise. When she broached the idea of dressing up, she didn't balk like Candace had imagined. Deliah was a stunner -- thin, tall, pale -- with high Swedish cheekbones and small nordic lips. Her hair was a summery gossamer of blond hair that shimmered like strands of gold silk in the sun. She served as a contrast to Candace's own swarthy skin, dark hair and full Latina lips. In Deliah's presence, Candance felt herself smaller, less attractive, but in truth they were both remarkable looking women. As Candace stepped out of the stall, Deliah looked at her thorough the mirror as she applied eyeshadow.
" Oh, what happened? "
Candace sighed again. " They ripped. "
Deliah closed and finished applying the bruise-blue above her eye lid, swatting the corners up to a blended swoosh. " You know, you have to be careful with these things. Spandex ain't suppose to breathe. "
Candace stepped forward, smoothing her chestnut colored hair back into a tail and tying it into a knot. " Do you have any more eyeshadow? " She said, looking into the polished glass of the bathroom mirror. Deliah nodded toward the stick on the counter and went to her bag to get the scissors. As Candace applied the powdery blue stick under her eye, Deliah cut strips out of her right side, exposing skin in symmetrical circles running down to the middle of her thigh. When they finished they looked at each other. They blew kisses and made faces to test the mascara. When Candace was done she reached down and picked up a steel tank from the floor and strapped it to her back.
" You ready? "
" When am I not. "
Together, they walked out of the bathroom and into the hall.
Barry ran into the room, exhausted. His case open and flurry of papers took flight. He stopped in his steps picking them up and shoving them into his old, battered briefcase, then he stood and threw the briefcase on the table.
" Sorry, sorry, sorry. " He said to the thirty or so students that filled the class.
" I know I'm late. I apologize. Um..." He turned, looked at the room for the first time and leaned against the desk. " Is this...is this 308? " He asked.
There was a group-think head-shake. A wave that started from one side of the room to the other where all heads shook in unison. Barry Allen stared glumly and adjusted his bowtie, which had gone lopsided under his chin. " Oh. "
A little while later, he was in the right room, apologize to the T.A.
" I am really sorry. I'm not one to get turned around like that. "
" It's okay, Mr. Allen."
" I'm usually very punctual. It's just that I had problems with the drink order. I ordered coffee and they gave me this like...soy lattee thing. And I didn't want to be rude..."
" Mr. Allen, it's fine. "
" And I turn and this guy is right there and I spilled it all over my shirt and then I had to go get a new shirt and I didn't have one in my car, so I went to the campus gift-store."
"Mr. Allen..."
" And they only had this pink one and like..it's said MSU on it and I and asked the guy if he had one in a bigger sized. "
"Mr. Allen! " The T.A yelled
Barry watched the man, for he was in his late twenties and scraggly, pinch the bridge of his nose. He wore a shirt with the Ramones on it and jeans a size and a half two small for him under a tweed jacket and spectacles. The T.A had that most ludicrous mustache Barry had ever seen. He said "Everyone's here Mr. Allen and Dr. Thawne will be joining us shortly, so please. Anytime you want to start. "
Barry looked out of the lecture hall with reservation. He wanted a smaller class, something quiet and intimate, but instead he got was a hundred seat lecture hall, the second biggest in the science wing of Metropolis University. Barry sighed, nodded at the teaching assistant and laid his briefcase on the desk. He turned to the board and wrote his name and his profession in pink chalk.
He turned to the class and held his hands. " My name is Barry Allen and I help people every day. "
" Are you done?"
" I'm almost finished. "
" Hurry up, we're gonna be late. "
Candace was having second thoughts. Her hands went to settle the tear in her spandex and then began to slowly work it up passed her thigh.
Deliah was easily convinced to Candace's surprise. When she broached the idea of dressing up, she didn't balk like Candace had imagined. Deliah was a stunner -- thin, tall, pale -- with high Swedish cheekbones and small nordic lips. Her hair was a summery gossamer of blond hair that shimmered like strands of gold silk in the sun. She served as a contrast to Candace's own swarthy skin, dark hair and full Latina lips. In Deliah's presence, Candance felt herself smaller, less attractive, but in truth they were both remarkable looking women. As Candace stepped out of the stall, Deliah looked at her thorough the mirror as she applied eyeshadow.
" Oh, what happened? "
Candace sighed again. " They ripped. "
Deliah closed and finished applying the bruise-blue above her eye lid, swatting the corners up to a blended swoosh. " You know, you have to be careful with these things. Spandex ain't suppose to breathe. "
Candace stepped forward, smoothing her chestnut colored hair back into a tail and tying it into a knot. " Do you have any more eyeshadow? " She said, looking into the polished glass of the bathroom mirror. Deliah nodded toward the stick on the counter and went to her bag to get the scissors. As Candace applied the powdery blue stick under her eye, Deliah cut strips out of her right side, exposing skin in symmetrical circles running down to the middle of her thigh. When they finished they looked at each other. They blew kisses and made faces to test the mascara. When Candace was done she reached down and picked up a steel tank from the floor and strapped it to her back.
" You ready? "
" When am I not. "
Together, they walked out of the bathroom and into the hall.
***
Barry ran into the room, exhausted. His case open and flurry of papers took flight. He stopped in his steps picking them up and shoving them into his old, battered briefcase, then he stood and threw the briefcase on the table.
" Sorry, sorry, sorry. " He said to the thirty or so students that filled the class.
" I know I'm late. I apologize. Um..." He turned, looked at the room for the first time and leaned against the desk. " Is this...is this 308? " He asked.
There was a group-think head-shake. A wave that started from one side of the room to the other where all heads shook in unison. Barry Allen stared glumly and adjusted his bowtie, which had gone lopsided under his chin. " Oh. "
A little while later, he was in the right room, apologize to the T.A.
" I am really sorry. I'm not one to get turned around like that. "
" It's okay, Mr. Allen."
" I'm usually very punctual. It's just that I had problems with the drink order. I ordered coffee and they gave me this like...soy lattee thing. And I didn't want to be rude..."
" Mr. Allen, it's fine. "
" And I turn and this guy is right there and I spilled it all over my shirt and then I had to go get a new shirt and I didn't have one in my car, so I went to the campus gift-store."
"Mr. Allen..."
" And they only had this pink one and like..it's said MSU on it and I and asked the guy if he had one in a bigger sized. "
"Mr. Allen! " The T.A yelled
Barry watched the man, for he was in his late twenties and scraggly, pinch the bridge of his nose. He wore a shirt with the Ramones on it and jeans a size and a half two small for him under a tweed jacket and spectacles. The T.A had that most ludicrous mustache Barry had ever seen. He said "Everyone's here Mr. Allen and Dr. Thawne will be joining us shortly, so please. Anytime you want to start. "
Barry looked out of the lecture hall with reservation. He wanted a smaller class, something quiet and intimate, but instead he got was a hundred seat lecture hall, the second biggest in the science wing of Metropolis University. Barry sighed, nodded at the teaching assistant and laid his briefcase on the desk. He turned to the board and wrote his name and his profession in pink chalk.
He turned to the class and held his hands. " My name is Barry Allen and I help people every day. "
