NymerosLocalisation : Camp des Sang-Mêlé, Colline des Sang-Mêlé, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York 11954 Date d'inscription : 22/11/2020
Sujet: adam sorensen, blood of Olympus ✓ Dim 23 Jan - 17:42
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Heir of Olympus
Demi-dieu
Zeus
16 ans
Adam Sorensen "L'ARROGANCE EST LE TRIBUT DES GRANDS DE CE MONDE"
" Tu n'es en vie que par mon souhait, tu ne vivras que par ma volonté et tu mourras lorsque je le déciderais !" - Héra, reine des dieux
Psychologie
Le monde est un terrain de jeu et tout le monde doit se plier à ses règles; il semblerait que les évènements du Camp Cronos ont eu raison de son bon sens et ont laissé place à un nouveau personnage. Adam est devenu trop sûr de lui, de ses capacités et la seule raison qui puisse valoir est désormais la sienne. Il conserve son sens du devoir et sa bienveillance, mais son obsession à défaire les forces ennemies du Camp le conduit parfois à adopter une attitude grise. Son défaut mortel est la colère; ce sentiment peut l'amener à tout les excès, bons comme mauvais et aura sûrement raison de lui un jour. Adam reste cependant une force solide, quelqu'un sur qui le Camp peut compter.
Capacités
--Electrokinésie & Météokinésie: Un déchaînement de puissance à l'état brute. Les éléments qui composent ce monde condensés dans la paume d'un adolescent de 16 ans ; ce pouvoir octroie à Adam la capacité de plier les éléments à sa volonté pour déployer une apocalypse sur ses adversaires ou bien les faire souffrir avec finesse. La glace, les airs, la foudre, l'électricité, le brouillard, l'eau ; tout autant d'éléments qu'il peut mobiliser pour littéralement vous faire tomber le ciel sur la tête. ---- Héritage Olympien & Téléportation: Hériter du Roi des Dieux n'est pas commun ; et cela se traduit par cette capacité. Si Zeus règne sans aucun conteste sur l'univers, Adam règne aussi sur son petit monde. Cette capacité lui octroie le pouvoir de soumettre à sa volonté les ressortissants du domaine de Zeus (statues, soldats consacrés...), d'influencer le jugement des demi-dieux et des monstres. D'une façon plus effrayante, il a déjà démontré la capacité à bloquer le flux d'essence divine des demi-dieux ; en bref, les rendre mortels. Il n'utilise cette capacité que très rarement, le processus étant très fatiguant, mais surtout car il considère ce pouvoir comme contre-nature. Il peut également utiliser les éclairs pour se téléporte. ---- Électromagnétisme: Contrôler les elements météorologiques est un atout indéniable. Mais Adam repousse sans cesse ses limites, explorant encore et encore le royaume vaste et infini que constitue son propre pouvoir. Ainsi, ne se limitant pas à contrôler la météo, il a récemment acquis la faculté de contrôler la force originelle qui régit ces phénomènes. De cette façon, il peut mobiliser des champs de force, créer des vagues d'énergies électromagnétiques destructrices et ainsi augmenter davantage son potentiel destructeur. --
SAGA OF SORENSEN
«New York City - Appartement de Miranda Sorensen - 2011»
Tout se passait bien jusque là. Adam ne s'en rappelait pas très distinctement, il faut dire qu'il était jeune. Ce qu'il savait ? Il n'avait aucun problème jusqu'à que cette vieille femme toque à sa porte. Elle était avec un homme; il le connaissait, celui-là. Il passait de temps en temps, mais Adam n'était même pas en mesure de se rappeler de son nom. Quoi qu'il en soit, cet homme demeura silencieux ce jour-là. Dès que la femme se mit à parler, Miranda renvoie ses enfants dans leur chambre. Ses ? Adam a deux soeurs, Freya et Reyna, plus âgées que lui.
- Ne t'inquiète pas, ils ne peuvent rien nous faire, pas tant qu'il est la, lui répéta Reyna. - Je ne m'inquiète pas.
Depuis la chambre, Adam ne comprenait pas vraiment la discussion qui avait lieu dans la pièce d'a côté. Cependant, il n'était pas nécessaire de comprendre la discussion pour savoir que quelque chose ne va pas. Les cris se faisaient de plus en plus fort, avant de finalement s'éteindre. Quand la porte finit par s'ouvrir, ce n'est pas le visage de sa mère que les enfants Sorensen aperçurent mais bien celui de la vieille femme. Son sourire ne cachait rien des intentions qui animaient la jeune femme. Elle s'approcha de Reyna, dans le silence le plus total.
- Parfait.
Avant que les enfants ne puissent crier, Reyna avait disparue avec la femme en question dans une sorte de flash. Miranda et son invité récurrent ne furent jamais en mesure de répondre à leur question; Reyna devait partir, là était la vérité. Encore une fois, Adam ne comprenait rien. Comment pouvait-il comprendre quoi que ce soit ? Après une énième dispute avec Miranda, l'invité en question s'en alla, sans plus jamais revenir. Jamais un tel orage n'avait frappé la ville de New York avant ce soir là.
Ce n'était pas le seul départ que connaîtrait cette maison. Quelques jours plus tard, un homme en fauteuil roulant amena Freya avec lui, vers un lieu qui serait "adapté" à son héritage, abandonnant Adam avec sa mère désormais devenue folle à la perte de ses deux filles. Adam désirait partir avec sa soeur, c'est tout ce qu'il voulait; le personnage en Elle ne tarda pas à se faire interner, abandonnant Adam dans les méandres du système social.
"New York City - Divers foyers - 2017"
Cette situation dura des années, Adam jonglant de famille d'accueil en famille d'accueil; étrangement, il ne restait jamais longtemps dans la même famille. Les choses changèrent dès lors qu'il intégra sa dernière famille en date. Famille n'était pas le terme approprié; son nouveau foyer n'était constitué que d'une seule femme. Cette femme habitait dans un des quartiers les plus pauvres du Bronx, sa maison laissant l'apparence qu'elle allait tomber à chaque instant. Le frisson qui parcourut son échine à la première vision de la femme annonçait la couleur pour ce qui allait suivre; quelque chose n'allait pas. Le choc le frappa comme un éclair lorsqu'il réalisa finalement qui était la femme devant lui.
- ... C'est vous. Vous êtes la femme qui a pris Reyna.
Le silence envahit la pièce quelques instants. Etrangement, Adam restait d'un sang froid incomparable. La femme prit finalement la parole pour écrire de façon indélébile sur la mémoire du fils de Zeus.
- Elle était à moi, tout comme Freya... tout comme toi. Ta mère a été stupide de penser qu'ellepourrait renouveler l'exploit trois fois de me déshonorer... elle en paie désormais le prix. Ainsi que vous !
Adam ne comprenait rien, encore une fois, donc il jugea que la meilleure chose à dire était de ne rien dire. Vu comment la femme était lancée, il aurait surement des réponses à ses questions très vite.
- Tes soeurs sont précisément là où elles devraient être... là où elles se préparent à accomplir mes volontés. C'est ton tour maintenant de t'y préparer. - Je vais les rejoindre ?
La femme éclata d'un rire gras avant de répondre:
- Les rejoindre ? J'ai pris mes dispositions pour que ta fratrie ne soit plus jamais une insulte à mon image. Si vous êtes séparés, c'est parce que vous ne pouvez pas demeurer tout les trois ensemble. C'est sûrement ce qui a fait perdre la tête à ta mère, hein ?
Cette dernière insulte raisonna comme un électrochoc pour Adam, qui se jette sur la femme pour exprimer sa colère. Du moins, il essaya; il se retrouva rapidement stoppé dans son élan par un simple geste de la femme.
- La stupidité est l'apanage des demi-dieux, je suppose ! Il est temps pour toi de prendre ton destin enmain, que tu le veuille ou non. Il t'attend déjà. - Il m'attend ? - Héraclès. Tu ne croyais quand même pas que j'allais me charger de ton éducation ?!
" ÉPILOGUE"
C'était la dernière fois qu'il vit le visage de la déesse. Car oui, il comprit beaucoup plus tard que cette femme n'était autre qu'Héra, la reine des dieux... la femme de son père. C'est sur l'île d'Héraclès qu'il fût envoyé par la déesse. C'est au près du demi-dieu légendaire qu'il eût l'occasion d'apprendre ses origines et ce qu'il est, partageant tout deux la même haine pour la reine des Dieux. L'entraînement au près d'Héraclès prit vite les allures des 12 travaux du légendaire héros, Adam devant multiplier les quêtes les plus étranges afin de prouver sa valeur à son demi-frère. Une cicatrice sous l'oeil gauche causé par Héraclès suite à un entraînement témoignera à tout jamais de son entraînement intensif au près de l'autre fils de Zeus.
Au terme de ce voyage initiatique, il fut finalement renvoyé par Héraclès au Camp des Sangs-Mêlés après douze jours d'entraînement. Il avait alors acquis une meilleure maîtrise de ses pouvoirs, une meilleure connaissance du monde grec et surtout une détermination sans faille. Ce retour sera sa dernière épreuve, car il dut traverser un monde qui lui est largement hostile avant de trouver les portes du Camp.
" C'est là-bas que tu trouveras les réponses à tes questions ", lui disait le Héros. Et il n'a pas menti; Adam retrouva sa soeur Freya, enquêta sur Reyna, et se retrouva mêlé au conflit contre Cronos. Le temps passe, les évènements se succèdent, mais une chose est sûre; il fera payer le prix fort à celle qui l'a maudit.
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NymerosLocalisation : Camp des Sang-Mêlé, Colline des Sang-Mêlé, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York 11954 Date d'inscription : 22/11/2020
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BEE MOVIE MOVIE SCRIPT : UN LONG COMMENTAIRE
(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
Narrator: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.
(Barry is picking out a shirt)
Barry: Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
Janet: Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Barry: Coming! Hang on a second.
(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
Barry: Hello
(Through phone)
Adam: Barry?
Barry: Adam?
Adam: Can you believe this is happening?
Barry: I can't. I'll pick you up.
(Barry flies down the stairs)
Martin: Looking sharp.
Janet: Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those.
Barry: Sorry. I'm excited.
Martin: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's.
Janet: Very proud.
(Rubs Barry's hair)
Barry: Ma! I got a thing going here.
Janet: You got lint on your fuzz.
Barry: Ow! That's me!
Janet: Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. Bye!
(Barry flies out the door)
Janet: Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!
(Barry drives through the hive,and is waved at by Adam who is reading a newspaper)
Barry: Hey, Adam.
Adam: Hey, Barry.
(Adam gets in Barry's car)
Adam: Is that fuzz gel?
Barry: A little. Special day, graduation.
Adam: Never thought I'd make it.
(Barry pulls away from the house and continues driving)
Barry: Three days grade school, three days high school...
Adam: Those were awkward.
Barry: Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
Adam: You did come back different.
(Barry and Adam pass by Artie, who is jogging)
Artie: Hi, Barry!
Barry: Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
Adam: Hear about Frankie?
Barry: Yeah.
Adam: You going to the funeral?
Barry: No, I'm not going to his funeral. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.
Adam: I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.
(The car does a barrel roll on the loop-shaped bridge and lands on the highway)
Adam: I love this incorporating an amusement park into our regular day.
Barry: I guess that's why they say we don't need vacations.
(Barry parallel parks the car and together they fly over the graduating students)
{♬ Playing "Pomp and Circumstance" ♬}
Barry: Boy, quite a bit of pomp...under the circumstances.
(Barry and Adam sit down and put on their hats)
Barry: Well, Adam, today we are men.
Adam: We are!
Barry: Bee-men.
Adam: Amen!
Barry and Adam: Hallelujah!
(Barry and Adam both have a happy spasm)
{♬ "Pomp and Circumstance" Ends ♬}
Announcer: Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Dean: Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of......9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries!
Adam: Will we pick our job today?
(Adam and Barry get into a tour bus)
Barry: I heard it's just orientation.
(Tour buses rise out of the ground and the students are automatically loaded into the buses)
Tour Guide: Heads up! Here we go.
Announcer: Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.
Barry: Wonder what it'll be like?
Adam: A little scary.
Tour Guide: Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group.
Barry: This is it!
Barry and Adam: Wow.
Barry: Wow.
(The bus drives down a road an on either side are the Bee's massive complicated Honey-making machines)
Tour Guide: We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as...
Everyone: Honey!
(The guide has been collecting honey into a bottle and she throws it into the crowd on the bus and it is caught by a girl in the back)
Adam: That girl was hot.
Barry: She's my cousin!
Adam: She is?
Barry: Yes, we're all cousins.
Adam: Right. You're right.
Tour Guide: At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.
(The bus passes by a Bee wearing a helmet who is being smashed into the ground with fly-swatters, newspapers and boots. He lifts a thumbs up but you can hear him groan)
Adam: What do you think he makes?
Barry: Not enough.
Tour Guide: Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.
(They pass by a turning wheel with Bees standing on pegs, who are each wearing a finger-shaped hat)
Barry: Wow, What does that do?
Tour Guide: Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions.
Adam: (Intrigued) Can anyone work on the Krelman?
Tour Guide: Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.
(Everyone claps except for Barry)
Barry: The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.
Adam: What's the difference?
Tour Guide: You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years.
Barry: (Upset) So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try.
(Everyone on the bus laughs except Barry. Barry and Adam are walking back home together)
Adam: Wow! That blew my mind!
Barry: "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make.
Adam: I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life.
Barry: But, Adam, how could they never have told us that?
Adam: Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth.
Barry: You ever think maybe things work a little too well here?
Adam: Like what? Give me one example.
(Barry and Adam stop walking and it is revealed to the audience that hundreds of cars are speeding by and narrowly missing them in perfect unison)
Barry: I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about.
Announcer: Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach.
Barry: Wait a second. Check it out.
(The Pollen jocks fly in, circle around and landing in line)
Barry: Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
Adam: Wow. I've never seen them this close.
Barry: They know what it's like outside the hive.
Adam: Yeah, but some don't come back.
Girl Bees: Hey, Jocks! Hi, Jocks!
(The Pollen Jocks hook up their backpacks to machines that pump the nectar to trucks, which drive away)
Lou Lo Duva: You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it!
(Punching the Pollen Jocks in joy)
Lou Lo Duva: I love it!
Adam: I wonder where they were.
Barry: I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can't just decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Adam: Right.
(Barry and Adam are covered in some pollen that floated off of the Pollen Jocks)
Barry: Look at that. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime.
Adam: It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it.
Barry: Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it.
(Barry waves at 2 girls standing a little away from them)
Adam: Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too?
Barry: Distant. Distant.
Pollen Jock #1: Look at these two.
Pollen Jock #2: Couple of Hive Harrys.
Pollen Jock #1: Let's have fun with them.
Girl Bee #1: It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock.
Barry: Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me!
(Slaps Adam with his hand to represent his scenario)
Girl Bee #2: Oh, my!
Barry: I never thought I'd knock him out.
Girl Bee #1: (Looking at Adam) What were you doing during this?
Adam: Obviously I was trying to alert the authorities.
Barry: I can autograph that.
(The pollen jocks walk up to Barry and Adam, they pretend that Barry and Adam really are pollen jocks.)
Pollen Jock #1: A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades?
Barry: Yeah. Gusty.
Pollen Jock #1: We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow.
Barry: Six miles, huh?
Adam: Barry!
Pollen Jock #2: A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it.
Barry: Maybe I am.
Adam: You are not!
Pollen Jock #1: We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough?
Barry: I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means.
(The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at night)
Martin: Hey, Honex!
Barry: Dad, you surprised me.
Martin: You decide what you're interested in?
Barry: Well, there's a lot of choices. But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day?
Martin: Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing.
Barry: You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.
Martin: You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!
Janet: Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
Barry: I'm not trying to be funny.
Martin: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
Janet: You're gonna be a stirrer?
Barry: No one's listening to me!
Martin: Wait till you see the sticks I have.
Barry: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
(Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
Martin: Let's open some honey and celebrate!
Barry: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
Janet: I'm so proud.
(The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
Bee in the front of the line: Is it still available?
Job Lister: Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side.
Adam: What'd you get?
Bee in the front of the line: Picking crud out. Stellar!
(He walks away)
Adam: Wow!
Job Lister: Couple of newbies?
Adam: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Job Lister: Make your choice.
(Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing)
Adam: You want to go first?
Barry: No, you go.
Adam: Oh, my. What's available?
Job Lister: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think.
Adam: Any chance of getting the Krelman?
Job Lister: Sure, you're on.
(Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head)
(Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out)
Job Lister: I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
(Takes Adam's hat off)
Job Lister: Wax monkey's always open.
Adam: The Krelman opened up again. What happened?
Job Lister: A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life!
Adam: Oh, this is so hard!
(Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off)
Adam: Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry?
(Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away)
Adam: Barry!
Pollen Jock #1: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine...
Adam: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you?
Barry: I'm going out.
Adam: Out? Out where?
Barry: Out there.
Adam: Oh, no!
Barry: I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life.
Adam: You're gonna die! You're crazy!
(Barry hangs up)
Adam: Hello?
Pollen Jock #2: Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today.
Barry: Hey, guys.
Pollen Jock #1: Look at that.
Pollen Jock #2: Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
Lou Lo Duva: Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
Pollen Jock #1: It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
(Puts hand on Barry's shoulder)
Lou Lo Duva: (To Barry) Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
Bee with Clipboard: (To Barry) Sign here, here. Just initial that. Thank you.
Lou Lo Duva: OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada!
Barry: That's awful.
Lou Lo Duva: (Still talking through megaphone) And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions!
Pollen Jocks: (The Pollen Jocks run into formation) Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Lou Lo Duva: Black and yellow!
Pollen Jocks: Hello!
Pollen Jock #1: (To Barry)You ready for this, hot shot?
Lou Lo Duva: OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers!
(The pollen jocks fly out of the hive)
Barry: Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite!
(Barry flies through the kite)
Barry: Wow! Flowers!
(A pollen jock puts on some high tech goggles that shows flowers similar to heat sink goggles.)
Pollen Jock: This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses!
Pollen Jock #1: 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick.
(The pollen jock fires a high-tech gun at the flower, shooting tubes that suck up the nectar from the flower and collects it into a pouch on the gun)
Barry: That is one nectar collector!
Pollen Jock #1: Ever see pollination up close?
Barry: No, sir.
(Barry and the Pollen jock fly over the field, the pollen jock sprinkles pollen as he goes)
Pollen Jock #1: I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic.
Barry: That's amazing. Why do we do that?
Pollen Jock #1: That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
Barry: Cool.
Pollen Jock #1: I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. could be daisies. Don't we need those?
Pollen Jock #2: Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move.
Pollen Jock #1: Say again? You're reporting a moving flower?
Pollen Jock #2: Affirmative.
(The Pollen jocks land near the "flowers" which, to the audience are obviously just tennis balls)
Ken: (In the distance) That was on the line!
Pollen Jock #1: This is the coolest. What is it?
Pollen Jock #2: I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it.
Pollen Jock #1: Yeah, fuzzy.
(Sticks his hand on the ball but it gets stuck)
Pollen Jock #3: Chemical-y.
(The pollen jock finally gets his hand free from the tennis ball)
Pollen Jock #1: Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
(The pollen jocks turn around and see Barry lying his entire body on top of one of the tennis balls)
Pollen Jock #2: My sweet lord of bees!
Pollen Jock #3: Candy-brain, get off there!
Pollen Jock #1: (Pointing upwards) Problem!
(A human hand reaches down and grabs the tennis ball that Barry is stuck to)
Barry: Guys!
Pollen Jock #2: This could be bad.
Pollen Jock #3: Affirmative.
(Vanessa Bloome starts bouncing the tennis ball, not knowing Barry is stick to it)
Barry: Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy.
(Barry is being hit back and forth by two humans playing tennis. He is still stuck to the ball)
Pollen Jock #1: You are way out of position, rookie!
Ken: Coming in at you like a MISSILE!
(Barry flies past the pollen jocks, still stuck to the ball)
Barry: (In slow motion) Help me!
Pollen Jock #2: I don't think these are flowers.
Pollen Jock #3: Should we tell him?
Pollen Jock #1: I think he knows.
Barry: What is this?!
Ken: Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to EAT IT!
(A pollen jock coughs which confused Ken and he hits the ball the wrong way with Barry stuck to it and it goes flying into the city)
Barry: Yowser!
(Barry bounces around town and gets stuck in the engine of a car. He flies into the air conditioner and sees a bug that was frozen in there)
Barry: Ew, gross.
(The man driving the car turns on the air conditioner which blows Barry into the car)
Girl in the car: There's a bee in the car! Do something!
Dad driving the car: I'm driving!
Baby Girl: (Waving at Barry) Hi, bee.
(Barry smiles and waves at the baby girl)
Guy in the back of the car: He's back here! He's going to sting me!
Girl in the car: Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze!
(Barry freezes as well, hovering in the middle of the car)
Grandma in the car: He blinked!
(The grandma whips out some bee-spray and sprays everywhere in the car, climbing into the front seat, still trying to spray Barry)
Girl in the car: Spray him, Granny!
Dad driving the car: What are you doing?!
(Barry escapes the car through the air conditioner and is flying high above the ground, safe.)
Barry: Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable.
(Barry sees that storm clouds are gathering and he can see rain clouds moving into this direction)
Barry: I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain.
(A rain drop hits Barry and one of his wings is damaged)
Barry: Can't fly in rain.
(A second rain drop hits Barry again and he spirals downwards)
Barry: Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
(WW2 plane sound effects are played as he plummets, and he crash-lands on a plant inside an apartment near the window)
Vanessa: Ken, could you close the window please?
Ken: Hey, check out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see?
(Folds brochure resume out)
Ken: Folds out.
(Ken closes the window, trapping Barry inside)
Barry: Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
(Barry tries to fly away but smashes into the window and falls again)
Barry: What was that?
(Barry keeps trying to fly out the window but he keeps being knocked back because the window is closed)
Barry: Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This...Drapes!
(Barry taps the glass. He doesn't understand what it is)
Barry: That is diabolical.
Ken: It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
Andy: What's number one? Star Wars?
Ken: Nah, I don't go for that...
(Ken makes finger guns and makes "pew pew pew" sounds and then stops)
Ken: ...kind of stuff.
Barry: No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds.
Ken: When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
Barry: (Looking at the light on the ceiling) There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
(Starts flying towards the lightbulb)
Barry: I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it.
(Barry hits the lightbulb and falls into the dip on the table that the humans are sitting at)
Ken: I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me.
(Andy dips a chip into the bowl and scoops up some dip with Barry on it and is about to put it in his mouth)
Ken: Wait! Stop! Bee!
(Andy drops the chip with Barry in fear and backs away. All the humans freak out)
Ken: Stand back. These are winter boots.
(Ken has winter boots on his hands and he is about to smash the bee but Vanessa saves him last second)
Vanessa: Wait! Don't kill him!
(Vanessa puts Barry in a glass to protect him)
Ken: You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me!
Vanessa: Why does his life have less value than yours?
Ken: Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?
Vanessa: I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling.
(Vanessa picks up Ken's brochure and puts it under the glass so she can carry Barry back to the window. Barry looks at Vanessa in amazement)
Ken: My brochure!
Vanessa: There you go, little guy.
(Vanessa opens the window and lets Barry out but Barry stays back and is still shocked that a human saved his life)
Ken: I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing.
Vanessa: Put that on your resume brochure.
Ken: My whole face could puff up.
Andy: Make it one of your special skills.
Ken: Knocking someone out is also a special skill.
(Ken walks to the door)
Ken: Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
Vanessa: Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
(Vanessa tries to close door)
Ken: You could put carob chips on there.
Vanessa: Bye.
(Closes door but Ken opens it again)
Ken: Supposed to be less calories.
Vanessa: Bye.
(Closes door)
(Fast forward to the next day, Barry is still inside the house. He flies into the kitchen where Vanessa is doing dishes)
Barry: (Talking to himself) I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes.
(Turns back)
Barry: Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to.
(Barry disguises himself as a character on a food can as Vanessa walks by again)
Barry: Oh, I can't do it. Come on!No. Yes. No.Do it. I can't.How should I start it?
(Barry strikes a pose and wiggles his eyebrows)
Barry: "You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
(Vanessa is about to walk past Barry)
Barry: Here she comes! Speak, you fool!...Hi!
(Vanessa gasps and drops the dishes in fright and notices Barry on the counter)
Barry: I'm sorry.
Vanessa: You're talking.
Barry: Yes, I know.
Vanessa: (Pointing at Barry) You're talking!
Barry: I'm so sorry.
Vanessa: No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed.
Barry: Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting.
Vanessa: This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee!
Barry: I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this,
(Pointing to the living room where Ken tried to kill him last night)
Barry: but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised.
(Vanessa stabs her hand with a fork to test whether she's dreaming or not)
Barry: That was a little weird.
Vanessa: I'm talking with a bee.
Barry: Yeah.
Vanessa: I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me!
Barry: I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now.
(Barry turns to leave)
Vanessa: Wait! How did you learn to do that?
Barry: (Flying back) What?
Vanessa: The talking...thing.
Barry: Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
Vanessa: That's very funny.
Barry: Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway...
Vanessa: Can I......get you something?
Barry: Like what?
Vanessa: I don't know. I mean...I don't know. Coffee?
Barry: I don't want to put you out.
Vanessa: It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. It's just coffee.
Barry: I hate to impose.
(Vanessa starts making coffee)
Vanessa: Don't be ridiculous!
Barry: Actually, I would love a cup.
Vanessa: Hey, you want rum cake?
Barry: I shouldn't.
Vanessa: Have some.
Barry: No, I can't.
Vanessa: Come on!
Barry: I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
Vanessa: Where?
Barry: These stripes don't help.
Vanessa: You look great!
Barry: I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right?
(Pouring coffee on the floor and missing the cup completely)
Vanessa: No.
(Flash forward in time. Barry and Vanessa are sitting together at a table on top of the apartment building drinking coffee)
Barry: He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?"
(Barry laughs but Vanessa looks confused)
Vanessa: Is that a bee joke?
Barry: That's the kind of stuff we do.
Vanessa: Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
(Barry stands on top of a sugar cube floating in his coffee and paddles it around with a straw like it's a gondola)
Barry: About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want.
Vanessa: I know how you feel.
Barry: You do?
Vanessa: Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
Barry: Really?
Vanessa: My only interest is flowers.
Barry: Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look...
(Barry points to a tree in the middle of Central Park)
Barry: There's my hive right there. See it?
Vanessa: You're in Sheep Meadow!
Barry: Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
Vanessa: No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once.
Barry: Why do girls put rings on their toes?
Vanessa: Why not?
Barry: It's like putting a hat on your knee.
Vanessa: Maybe I'll try that.
(A custodian installing a lightbulb looks over at them but to his perspective it looks like Vanessa is talking to a cup of coffee on the table)
Custodian: You all right, ma'am?
Vanessa: Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee!
Barry: Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.
Vanessa: Yeah, it's no trouble.
Barry: Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life.
(Barry points towards the rum cake)
Barry: Can I take a piece of this with me?
Vanessa: Sure! Here, have a crumb.
(Vanessa hands Barry a crumb but it is still pretty big for Barry)
Barry: Thanks!
Vanessa: Yeah.
Barry: All right. Well, then...I guess I'll see you around. Or not.
Vanessa: OK, Barry...
Barry: And thank you so much again... for before.
Vanessa: Oh, that? That was nothing.
Barry: Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...
(Vanessa and Barry hold hands, but Vanessa has to hold out a finger because her hands is to big and Barry holds that)
(The custodian looks over again and it appears Vanessa is laughing at her coffee again. The lightbulb that he was screwing in sparks and he falls off the ladder)
(Fast forward in time and we see two Bee Scientists testing out a parachute in a Honex wind tunnel)
Bee Scientist #1: This can't possibly work.
Bee Scientist #2: He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute.
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