THE (UNFORTUNATELY) UNFORGETTABLE

Plastic Man

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^{_{Patrick “Eel” O’Brian ♦ Flex Armstrong Quality Inspector ♦ Mammoth, Montana}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{”I've got nothin“}

Pat’s life has been a hard but manageable one. With a nasty but ever present family life and an almost non-existent social life, Eel’s life took a morally dubious turn early on in life which consisted largely of being a juvenile delinquent and barely turning his life around a little later in life. The main claim to fame that the town of Mammoth had was it’s Stretch Armstrong factory, one that had been the cornerstone of the local economy since the 90s. Naturally Eel found himself employed there after trying to turn a straighter edge.

He found no amount of satisfaction with his new career but it was a lot less stressful for the would-be criminal. As time went on Pat’s dissatisfaction grew up to the point that he’d heard rumours floating around from some of his old buddies that they were planning a robbery of the plant and skipping town. With the intoxicating allure of his old life calling, Pat offered to help out which brings us to the beginning of our story…

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Honestly the main reason I’m applying with Plastic is because a certain someone said it’d be a good fit for me. I’ve been a HUGELY passive fan of Plastic Man ever since I first discovered him watch Brave and the Bold when I was little and subsequently read up on him in my DC encyclopedia. I’ve had quite a few characters that I’ve wanted to write for a while but just haven’t because I felt I couldn’t do them justice. Now I’m coming to realize that sounds stupid and I should just go for it and give it a shot.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks - Eel’s best (and only) friend. The two have known each other for most of their lives. Hates his nickname but puts up with Pat calling him it since they’ve known each other so long.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Plastic Man Issue No.0: The Good, the Bad and, the Plastic Part 1 [+]

The day was droning on for one Patrick O’Brain and he stretched and prodded yet another toy before absentmindedly checking off some boxes and packing it away for final approval. Pat looked at the clock (which would have read not close enough to quitting time no matter it’s hands position) before turning to his only real pal he still had. Wolfgang “Woozy” Winks hadn’t been particularly close with Pat when they and other kids used to cause trouble around town but out of that group they were the only two that decided crime didn’t pay enough. Repeating the same process that Pat had just finished, Woozy caught Pat’s gaze and turned to him.

“Whatcha looking at?” Woozy asked, checking some boxes without really looking.

“You ever miss puttering around town with the guys? I mean don’t get me wrong I love sitting around eight hours a day yanking the same rubber arms and heads day in day out but the thrill of ye olden times ju-“

“The heads don’t stretch, you haven’t been trying ta’ stretch the heads have you?”

“What? No! I’m just using it as an example Woozy, but that’s not the point.” Pat retorted turning away from Woozy as he tried to find something new to stare at for his wistful speech. When he wasn’t satisfied with the brown bricks as his muse, Pat just turned back to Woozy.

"I'm thinking about doing something stupid-"

“As opposed to normally?”

“Seriously Wooz, I can’t take the monotony anymore! I’m a MAN! I need to be free!” Pat exclaimed as he stood up on his chair and put one of his legs on the work table.

“I’ve been chained for too long! Shackled to ideals put forth by pencil-pushing-penny-chasers from years long gone! Well no more! From this moment forward Patrick O’Brain is salve to the wage no more!” the passionate man furiously shook his fist to the heavens to accentuate his point “From this moment forward Patrick O’Brian will be tearing this town a new o-“

BEEEEEEEEEEEP went the end of day buzzer and with that Patrick quickly got down from his impromptu pedestal and picked up his jacket, heading for the main computer to clock out. Meanwhile, still sat at the large worktable stared a bewildered Woozy… and about another dozen quality inspectors.

Once outside, greeted by the cool summer night, Patrick took out his barely functional phone and called his old buddy Tacs. As the dial-tone went on and on Pat began to come down from his adrenaline high. Was he really going to go back on everything he built here? The new life he carved out while trying his best to distance himself from the old one?

“Tacs, yo’ve got yourself a hombre on the inside. When’s this whole shebang going down?”

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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ISSUE NO.1 coming soon!

Hey, @Cybermaxx. Post more. I like reading the Titan stuff. That is all.

Speaking of being unreliable. I'll get my next post up by Sunday night.

_Probably.