George Was Here!
Character: Polar
SLAM!
A car door could be heard being slammed shut in the distance, as it echoed off of the parking garage walls. Emerging from a taxicab was one of Jolt’s most-hated stars in the form of Polar. The Iceman paced toward a set of double doors leading into the arena with a duffel bag suspended from his right shoulder.
As he made his way across parking space after parking space, he looked to his left to notice a construction site.
“Hmm,” he murmured to himself. “They must be making an addition to the parking garage or something.”
He placed his hands onto the lever to push through the double doors. Just before he was able to lead through the doors, he heard an echoed noise.
CLING!
Approximately fifty feet away from his standing point, near the entranceway into the parking garage a lead pipe had fallen onto the cold concrete. He stepped back to take a look down an aisle of parked cars to see what had caused the pipe to fall.
Nothing.
VRRRM! SCREEEEEECH!
The sound of a car revving up and burning out was produced from behind him. He instantly jerked his body in an one hundred eighty degree turn to see nothing more than blinding headlights. For a moment, he was frozen to the concrete as if he were a deer in headlights. At least the simile is half literal.
He hadn’t an inkling of an clue as to what was going on. Until, however, he realized that the headlights were growing. He instantaneously leaped out of the way of the passing car just in time. Pushing himself up from the ground with his arms, he turned around to see the car had crashed into a pillar. Naturally, he approached the vehicle’s driver side door. Out of pure rage, he punched through the window, ready to pummel the jackass who had attempted to run him over to death.
However, Polar received a shock. Occupying the driver seat was not what he had expected. It was nothing more than a piece of paper with a note inscribed on it, reading:
George was here!
“Sonuvabitch!” Polar shouted furiously. “That motherf[BEEP!]ker tried to run me over, huh?! I’ll pound his f[BEEP!]king ass later tonight. And I don’t mean that gay s[BEEP!]t, either!”
