Archives August 2006

i got my first super-groupie tonight too..she loved my outfit,and told me she’d help me fight the crack dealers downtown while making googly eyes at me..but i realized she doesn’t love me,just the suit and the idea of me..and to make things worse, some random woman at the bus stop tried to get Mr. Silent to strip…but none of that on the job!please ladies,we’re trying to do the city a service,and we’re very flattered at the intentions and sexual attention,but please..not while we’re on patrol,ok?

Definition: Epiphany: a sudden, intuitive perception or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple occurrence or experience.
My Epiphany
I have been having multiple conversations about Prime and the creation of so many real life events and experiences. While Prime.Vox.com will be dedicated to the fictional goings on of Prime and The Night Watch, I’m making an announcement. A departure from what was and announcing what will be.
I am crossing the threshold. The real Paragon Prime is about to be born. This blog will cronicle my journey.
I hope this doesnt get confusing. I mean, many things I talk about with Prime.Vox.com are my experiences and Prime fiction is based on many of my real life events.
So lets be very clear from the get go: Anything in MySpace is real. Anything in Prime.Vox.com is a hazy meld of real life and fictional. There. Now that Ive said that, Im sure Ill have to repeat it a billion times.
So this particular blog is simply an announcement and intent to bring Prime from the dregs of my long term vision through the looking glass. I think there will be a lot of prep here so I dont expect to hit the streets tomorrow.
As far as leading up to this, I’m sure that’s why I was drawn here. I’ve always been leading up to this, I think. I was accepted to be in the LAPD an age ago. I didn’t like how they treated people, inluding their own and never accepted the commision. I was in Army Intelligence and that played a part in making me who I am today. I have discussed joining the Guardian Angels … the only reason I have not is distance from the nearest chapter (about 100 miles). My three dogs and me play the neighborhood watch. When someone breaks down, I stop and help. I see trouble, I pull over and see what I can do or I call the cops if outgunned or outmanned (hey, Im not mental!). Finally, I feel it coming together. The foundation has been build over the years. Now, its time to build the house of Paragon Prime.
Initially, there really isnt a lot of difference from what I do today, except I’ll be able to do more as I’ll be outfitted and loaded for bear. And being one of the primary models of excellence in the hero biz is what I will work to achieve, hence Paragon Prime will be my name as, really, it has been for a long time.
Hopefully, reading both the real Prime and the fictional Prime will bring you a fuller picture of where I see this whole nationwide hero awakening going. To be honest, I saw myself becoming a part of it from the get go. While everyone is finding their way in all this, I’ve been playing this pretty close to the vest. I feel I can now open up a little and share my real plans as well as the fictional vision. I dont see any harm and, frankly, I see a lot of good as we all share and make each other better, stronger and respected in a world that will have to get used to Professional Heroes.
Prime, Out …
 

Well now that I’m back in town I took a quick look around last night to see if the local precinct had been able to make any progress w/ the tips I left them before I flew out of the city.
All of the gang graffiti for at least a 2 block radius has been cleaned up, and there were no signs of drug dealers at 10:30 PM which is rare in the area I pinpointed. So rare it almost never happens at night.
Within the next few days I’ll get to see how much of a long-term impact this makes (things move fast around here), and see if somebody else tries to take the turf…which in that case, the Tac Force has already been tipped off, so I probably wouldn’t have to prod too much to stop a turf war.
Now I wait…
 

I just posted up some pics of progress on my new uniform so far…FYI bandana fighting is a real self-defense/street fighting technique that I decided it might be prudent to take back up. If you wanna find out more, Google it and buy a book or somethin.
There are elbow pads underneath the jacket, and I’m wearin re-inforced adjustable kneepads. Why? Because rollerblades will be a future source of mobility. I always use wheels when I can. I don’t drive. The construction of the whole uniform makes a little more sense now, huh?
The vest unzips down the front, and has 2 cargo pockets. I only have 1 small utility pouch attached to the belt right now, which conceals nicely.
You can’t really see my backpack in any of the pics, but it’s waterproof and lightweight. This carries my water and literature, also any special supplies I might need for the night.
The Ankh (dubbed the X-Ankh) stands for the ancient key of Life (and Death). True Liberation can only come from knowledge, since you can only work with what you know. If you didn’t know you could walk, how could you make it to work without a wheelchair? But I’m goin on and on…
The edges of the X-Ankh glow in the dark after being exposed to lite for at least 60 seconds.
I’m workin on the rollerblades.
 

Location: The Blog Scrap Yard
Time: The Dawn of Today
The wreckage of the Blog Scrap Yard was silhouetted like a hair-tangled, mish-mash against the vapor of an orange horizon. New daybreak heated the misshapen pyramids of discarded blog-scrap, simmering the sunrise in silent anticipation.
A movement. A tumbling of conjunctions skidded down a piled high blog-heap. Then a low, steady rumble. Seagulls bolted, echoing iron shreeched warnings in the morning expanse. The ground shook. And shook again. Then silence. For a heartbeat.
BOOM! An explosion of noun, verb, and adjective shrapnel flew like hot metal across the abandoned Blog Yard. The largest mountain of tousled prose bubbled up, spitting out volcanic verse, sending whole sentences tumbling down the mile high blog-rock face.
Then the tip of something, just visible through the wreckage, reflected with borrowed light from the ascending, curious sun. A liquid, mirrored blog-thing rose and formed and flew from the scraps, humming with power, to streak like a bullet high above the yard. It shot into the morning sky, blazing with light and sound. It bellowed like a cosmic foghorn in the expansive firmament.
Prime.vox.com
Neighbors scurried out of their houses in robes and t-shirts, squinting up at the clarion colossus, the thunderous broadcast now emblazoned on its vast obelisk form.
Prime.vox.com
And everywhere, around the blogsphere, the name echoed like a new promise.
Prime.vox.com
Under the unimaginable pressure of countless, forgotten blog tonnage, a new blog was formed, with a promise to be different. With a promise to change everything.

Well since it’s been a while since I’ve been out on patrol in any kind of costume, I started a new one from scratch. I got a lotta ideas in my head…I’ll post pics when I get some real progress goin with that.
Meanwhile my regular clandestine activities will continue. A lot of which I’m loathe to speak about much over somethin like Myspace and for good reason. The people I deal with ain’t what you would call model citizens. My “Secret Identity” has to do a lot of the “dirty work”. The police can only do so much unless you give them somethin in a lot of cases in the neighborhoods I’ve lived in. So at least I got SOME “help”…it’s like washin dishes and takin out the trash. SOMEbodys gotta do it *shrug*
The higher the risk, the more careful I gotta be of course. You pick your battles ya know? >:D
~X

Whoa! Bizarre mission tonight! Found out a officer friend of mine named “Matt” was hurt down on the beach, decided to run out there with some lunch and check on him.
Whilst on my way down there I’m scanning of course and hear this:
2600 BLOCK OF DREW STREET MISSING CHILD NAMED BRANDON IN A SUPERMAN SHIRT & RED SHORTS.
So I detour over there hoping to lend a extra car and set of eyes to the search, and lo and behold there sits Two cruisers and a cop who I don’t recognize talking to a young Blonde Woman. The cop goes inside, I pull into the complex drive and ask the woman:
“Is this where the missing little boy is?” she’s obviously distraught and just then as I go to pull out of the lot I hear “Hold it Speed Racer!”
Out comes the cop, with his huge Partner, with their flashlights in my window.
I say “I was looking to help on the call with the missing boy.”
They say “There is no call with a missing boy.”
I say “I heard it over the scanner.”
They say “No missing boy, this is a domestic dispute and you just interrupted it.”
I say “Oh shit.”
Now I’m looking obstruction of justice in the face but thank God My names gotten around the locker room.
“I’m so-and-so’s pal from the Gym” No Deal
“I’m The Radio Guys brother.” NO Deal.
“I’m Superhero.”
just then the smiles come on “Oh yeah! we know who you are!” how ya doin’ tonight?” (Ya think they would have SEEN the Big SH on the car & my helmet!)
“Yeah Hero, no missing kid here.” everything’s cool.
I say “Sorry for interrupting, you guys have a safe night!” and I race for the beach and watch Matt take some guy in a skirt with a filet knife to the pokey…
THIS is what I was trying to make clear to Dark Guardian, you guys have GOT to have Police support! If you don’t have it your screwed! If they impose a few small requests on you, (Forbidden areas of town and such) respect their wishes. The day will come when you’ll be glad they like you back!
Then a Shooting happened.
SH
 

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