((This thread is a closed RP story between myself, Falindae and KaosKitteh for the purposes of fleshing out my character, Novastriker, and his back story in real-time. You're all more than encouraged to read on and enjoy the story but please, refrain from posting OOC. If you have comments, by all means send them to me in a PM. Thanks in advance and enjoy the ride!))
Some are lucky enough to choose when this step is taken.
For others, the first step is a matter of necessity.
And for a rare few, that first step, whether chosen or not sets them on a path to something infinitely greater than themselves...
Five years prior...
Tobias Wishart greeted the earth...or rather the rubbery, raspy surface of the Titan City High's running track like someone had dropped a human-shaped sack of potatoes.
It was as if the strength had suddenly dropped out of his legs, causing him to crumple in a heap. For a moment, he had time to consider this curious turn of events, lifting his head from the track to peer at one of his hands, examining the abrasion on the heel of his palm like it wasn't his hand at all. It was now as if the entire world had slowed to a crawl, around him he could hear the muffled foot falls of his classmates echoing in his ears.
That was until sympathetic laughter filled his ears, clear as a gunshot and a pair of flashy sneakers filled his vision,
“TJ, it's called 'warm up' not 'fall down'.”
With a weary lift of his gaze, Tobias brought his head up to examine the figure offering him a hand. David Cook had been his best friend since the two of them were old enough to shakily write their own names with over-sized crayons. And while David had often been the recipient of more female attention as they were growing up, it hadn't done anything to sour their friendship in the least.
Another set of foot falls, heavier this time came up beside him. This time it was the Gym teacher, folding his tree-trunk arms and furrowing his dark, bushy brow, a frown emerging from beneath the ridiculous moustache that adorned the man's face,
“Are you alright, Mister Wishart? That looked like quite a fall.”
Tobias lifted himself to a sitting position, blinking curiously at the palm of his hand as his bull-necked teacher gave the lad and his suddenly unhealthy pallor a worried look. Tripping was one thing, but it seemed like it was a symptom of something else.
“I think you should go and see the nurse.”