1) Well, there was that time he was about nine, still on the New Mexican base and tried walking his dog after curfew. When the soldiers spotted him, he slammed on a helmet and slacks, but they took one look at him and shook their heads wryly. He should have thought of slicking on some jungle - err, desert paint.
2) The first time he met Liz she was startled, but only at first. He's not sure when he learned she wasn't scared of him, but it took a while longer for her to hold his eye and the first time he made her smile was when she learned he was fireproof.
3) "Ha! Found you!"
Crouched behind the tall bookshelf, Hellboy peered round its corner and yelped at the sudden tug on his tail. Whirling round he saw Liz grin and run back to the start at the base of the library staircase.
"How did you find me?" Hellboy tried to keep the whine from his voice as he trudged after her, rubbing the base of his tail. "Abe, did you tell?"
"I didn't tell!" Abe protested, already lined up behind Liz on the stairs.
Liz pointed behind him. "You gotta keep your tail down, Red! You're in this time."
Hellboy gave a cry of outrage.
4) Any time Hellboy had to cross the road he was like a beacon among the crowd. For this reason he either had to sprint or cross from the rooftops - and though he was loathe to admit it, the vaulting could really take it out of him. Clay had once suggested he wear a hood if he insisted on sneaking out, but his eyes still glowed, there was the matter of his tail and his impressive bulk still drew attention. So, Hellboy figured, why bother concealing himself at all?
5) Hellboy's been trying to shake this photojournalist for the last twenty minutes, but the kid won't take a hint and he would have rounded on him by now if he wouldn't have to answer to Manning back at HQ. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the flash of blond hair duck behind a mailbox. Hellboy mutters under his breath and considers his options. He can lead the kid on a wild goose chase away from HQ, which is only a block ahead, be late for curfew and get lip from Manning anway.
Hellboy raises an eyebrow. He could try running for it, lead the kid right to the gates and still get yelled at after the BPRD spends a month dissuading suspicions.
Or....
Hellboy reaches for the phone the Bureau strapped him with and dials Myer's number from memory. "Hey, buddy!" He grins at the tired response. "You busy?"
Hellboy: 5 Times Being Bright Red Sucked
1) Well, there was that time he was about nine, still on the New Mexican base and tried walking his dog after curfew. When the soldiers spotted him, he slammed on a helmet and slacks, but they took one look at him and shook their heads wryly. He should have thought of slicking on some jungle - err, desert paint.
2) The first time he met Liz she was startled, but only at first. He's not sure when he learned she wasn't scared of him, but it took a while longer for her to hold his eye and the first time he made her smile was when she learned he was fireproof.
3) "Ha! Found you!"
Crouched behind the tall bookshelf, Hellboy peered round its corner and yelped at the sudden tug on his tail. Whirling round he saw Liz grin and run back to the start at the base of the library staircase.
"How did you find me?" Hellboy tried to keep the whine from his voice as he trudged after her, rubbing the base of his tail. "Abe, did you tell?"
"I didn't tell!" Abe protested, already lined up behind Liz on the stairs.
Liz pointed behind him. "You gotta keep your tail down, Red! You're in this time."
Hellboy gave a cry of outrage.
4) Any time Hellboy had to cross the road he was like a beacon among the crowd. For this reason he either had to sprint or cross from the rooftops - and though he was loathe to admit it, the vaulting could really take it out of him. Clay had once suggested he wear a hood if he insisted on sneaking out, but his eyes still glowed, there was the matter of his tail and his impressive bulk still drew attention. So, Hellboy figured, why bother concealing himself at all?
5) Hellboy's been trying to shake this photojournalist for the last twenty minutes, but the kid won't take a hint and he would have rounded on him by now if he wouldn't have to answer to Manning back at HQ. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the flash of blond hair duck behind a mailbox. Hellboy mutters under his breath and considers his options. He can lead the kid on a wild goose chase away from HQ, which is only a block ahead, be late for curfew and get lip from Manning anway.
Hellboy raises an eyebrow. He could try running for it, lead the kid right to the gates and still get yelled at after the BPRD spends a month dissuading suspicions.
Or....
Hellboy reaches for the phone the Bureau strapped him with and dials Myer's number from memory. "Hey, buddy!" He grins at the tired response. "You busy?"