Going Nowhere Fast.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Ductape. Its impact on mankind has been so monumental that to even to list it's uses would be such an arduous task that one might never see the light of day again. It can be used to create wallets, clothes,barriers, insulation, patches even small shelters. Such a simple concept, cloth covered sticky tape. It can fix, stick and hold all manner of items from a sneaker to a large suspension bridge (maybe not a bridge but a point has to be made). All of this was not lost on the swimsuited LDR as the small group had finished taping him to wall.

At this point LDR wasn't even surprised how they managed to catch him but only impressed by their ingenuity. The small group of IQ deficient bullies had gained a new member who seemed to be able to paralyze those he touched. Being the end of the day the teacher had just left the PE class to get changed and leave. One touch from the newest member of Team Terror and LDR couldn't run.

It had been around an hour and LDR had slowly learned to hate ductape with a furious passion. He had promised to boycott the product until the end of time.

A door opened. Feet padded on tiles and grew ever closer. LDR drew in a deep breath, well as deep as one can when one's mouth us covered with ductape.

[Samson Abioye]

Sam took one look at the boy duct-taped to the floor and raised his brows. He had to admit that he hadn't expected someone to go quite so... old fashioned when it came to bullying. Powers generally lent themselves well to creativity, and Sam had already seen his share of people abusing them. This was... more traditional? He supposed.

The young man set down his bag and walked a little closer to the bound boy. It did occur to Sam in a vague, hazy way, that he may be intimidating the boy a little more. After all, Sam was tall, he was fairly well built, he was black, and he had a stoic expression on his fact. Running or panicking was actually a fairly standard reaction. But Sam didn't care: he cared about the kid getting out of there.

So Sam came to a stop in front of the kid, then knelt, studying the trap in more detail. "Let me guess," he looked up at LDR, "superspeed?"

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Shit. Shit Shit Shit. LDR's eyes widened as a hulk of a guy towered over him. Did they send this guy to just add some pain to his misery? Had he not been taped to the wall LDR would have ran away. He closed his eyes and prepared for a pummeling, drawing another deep breath.

But when no pain came LDR opened his eyes. Why wasn't the tall guy beating the living daylights out of him? Most tall guys did that. It took him a few moments to realize the guy had asked him a question. For fear of pissing him off LDR just nodded.

[Samson Abioye]

And Sam's gaze went further up, realizing that it wasn't just the feet that had been taped, as he'd somehow first guessed like due to some twist or even outright mistake of Fate. Someone had certainly used enough duct tape here; it was almost impressive, if it wasn't for the waste and the torture and what have you. So really, part of Sam was still a teen, just down quite deep.

Sam kept looking at the kid, still not getting a response to his question, considering. "Maybe wall-crawling," he said, looking LDR over. Sam walked over to the side, placing his hands along the edge of the tape, tapping it a few times to see how much was there and how much was attached. He looked back at the kid, then yanked, hard. The loud ripping sound almost echoed, and Sam held still for a few moments, still examining.

"You physically alright?" he asked, again moving to meet the kid's gaze. "Beyond the obvious?"

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR's eyes widened as the guy seemed to have paused to inspect the ductape. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't... LDR winced as the tape ripped hair from his body. He had gotten used to most pain but this was almost unimaginable, how do females do it on a regular basis? Maybe the wax made it easier, not that he was about to test that theory out.

The guy towered over him so LDR just nodded at the question. He didn't look like he was here to finish LDR off but when could you be too careful? What was this guy doing here anyway?

[Samson Abioye]

Sam noticed the wince. He didn't really care, but he did notice it. Made some sense, what with the tape being literally pulled off his body. But it had to come off somehow, and it was this or try to take forever cutting it off.

And Sam didn't have a cutting power.

"Right," he said, reaching for another strap. "We're going to have to take this all off, and you've got two options,' Sam used his other hand to hold up his fingers, first raising one: "We take it off a strip at a time," at that, Sam flexed, ripping another piece off without warning. He continued as if he hadn't, another finger going up while he reached for more. "Or two, you hit me a few dozen times and I rip it all off at once."

Now at least, Sam paused, studying LDR closely. It was his decision after all. Sam would save him; it would just be a matter of how.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR wasn't keen on either of the two options laid out in front of him. One was slow and painful. The other was painful but relatively fast, it just required him to hit the guy. That couldn't be too hard, right? Just a few hits. After a deep breath LDR met the guy's gaze "I-I-I-I gu-gu-guess nu-number tw-two..."

Now how to plan on hitting him, you idiot. Give him warning or just whack him? Maybe slow and painful would be a better option. Probably. But LDR never did take the easy route when it came to solving his own problems. "Sh-Sh-Should I ju-ju-just hi-hit you?" It didn't sound right when he said, though things rarely sounded right when he says them.

Ducttape was definitely going on his list of 'Things that need to eradicated from this earth' just under 'people who insist on him joining conversations.'

[Samson Abioye]

Sam waited for the response, noting that the kid stuttered. From what he knew, that increased the likelihood that the kid has super speed: their lips often moved quick. So he just waited patiently for the kid to get everything out, working at peeling the tape enough from the wall to get a good grip on it.

"Yes," he said, nodding. "Don't worry about the impact," he smirked, then tapped his chest. "I can handle it," was all Sam offered by way of explanation. Most people didn't need much more than that: it didn't take a great leap of logic to assume that someone likely had a power that would channel it. Plus, Sam's kinetic absorption was one of those powers that just made sense, sounding like the comic book power it was.

Sam kept working at the edge of the tape, peeling enough straps up to get most of them free. He paused then, studying. "Need me to free an arm or a leg first?" he asked, looking at the various limbs for particulars.