SnootchyBootchykins
05-29-07, 01:29 PM
{closed to Skylar}
Then it was like a genie out of the bottle and it began to walk all on its own and in directions I did not want.
Mikhail Kalashnikov
I had been in Radasanth for a month when the reality of my situation really hit. I was in a new place, and I was jobless. It was cheap enough to find a place to stay and a hot meal when I needed one, but that wouldn't last forever. Somehow, I didn't think that employment would come so easy. I had no stable address, references, or work history. While I'm sure that I could find somewhere that wouldn't care about any of that, I had to stop and wonder if one of those places were really the kind of place that I wanted to work at. Had I not burned down the Silver Pub...
Wait.
I wasn't the writer. Had Tshael's enemies not burned down the Silver Pub, this wouldn't be a problem. It was hard work getting used to the fact that I was not a creator here anymore. Now I was only a player in the purest sense of the word. Stuck without much hope of ever getting home, I had to make due. But dear God, did I wish I had my WinAmp list to save me! It was strange how you often took for granted the little things in your life until they were no longer available to you. To have my hand in stories from the other side of a Brass Castle screenskin, that would be heaven right now. To be listening to Apocalyptica whilst doing it? Even better.
I wasn't completely boned, I reminded myself. I did have two advantages. The first was my knowledge of Althanas. The other was that I was a shaman. I communicated with things beyond the physical all the time in the real world. Surely, I could do the same here, where these things were proxy for normalacy. I was just emerging from a store, a small sack filled with what I would need to make good on my intentions, when I saw him.
He wasn't exactly in stealth mode. Long silver hair, blue eyes, skin paler than the moon in a winter sky, he glowed in Corone's morning sun. He reminded me a bit of a Siberian tiger I'd once seen sunning in a zoo. So pale, it seemed almost ethereal as it shone lazily. It made looking amazing like it was just another thing to do.
Hey Jealousy.
The Gin Blossoms' song worked well for this moment, and as I approached the man, drawn to his Salvarian good looks, I noticed something else about him. He looked utterly and completely lost. I had seen the look before millions of times. At least three travelers in any rest area or truck stop on America's highways had it draped all over their faces. This was the first time I'd seen anyone make confusion look sexy, tho. My face curled into a grin as I approached, surely of it's own accord.
"Tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around. The past is gone but something might be found to take its place." I said cheerfully as I skipped in front of him, holding out my hand.
"Hi! My name is Manda and your wish, good sir, is my command."
Then it was like a genie out of the bottle and it began to walk all on its own and in directions I did not want.
Mikhail Kalashnikov
I had been in Radasanth for a month when the reality of my situation really hit. I was in a new place, and I was jobless. It was cheap enough to find a place to stay and a hot meal when I needed one, but that wouldn't last forever. Somehow, I didn't think that employment would come so easy. I had no stable address, references, or work history. While I'm sure that I could find somewhere that wouldn't care about any of that, I had to stop and wonder if one of those places were really the kind of place that I wanted to work at. Had I not burned down the Silver Pub...
Wait.
I wasn't the writer. Had Tshael's enemies not burned down the Silver Pub, this wouldn't be a problem. It was hard work getting used to the fact that I was not a creator here anymore. Now I was only a player in the purest sense of the word. Stuck without much hope of ever getting home, I had to make due. But dear God, did I wish I had my WinAmp list to save me! It was strange how you often took for granted the little things in your life until they were no longer available to you. To have my hand in stories from the other side of a Brass Castle screenskin, that would be heaven right now. To be listening to Apocalyptica whilst doing it? Even better.
I wasn't completely boned, I reminded myself. I did have two advantages. The first was my knowledge of Althanas. The other was that I was a shaman. I communicated with things beyond the physical all the time in the real world. Surely, I could do the same here, where these things were proxy for normalacy. I was just emerging from a store, a small sack filled with what I would need to make good on my intentions, when I saw him.
He wasn't exactly in stealth mode. Long silver hair, blue eyes, skin paler than the moon in a winter sky, he glowed in Corone's morning sun. He reminded me a bit of a Siberian tiger I'd once seen sunning in a zoo. So pale, it seemed almost ethereal as it shone lazily. It made looking amazing like it was just another thing to do.
Hey Jealousy.
The Gin Blossoms' song worked well for this moment, and as I approached the man, drawn to his Salvarian good looks, I noticed something else about him. He looked utterly and completely lost. I had seen the look before millions of times. At least three travelers in any rest area or truck stop on America's highways had it draped all over their faces. This was the first time I'd seen anyone make confusion look sexy, tho. My face curled into a grin as I approached, surely of it's own accord.
"Tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around. The past is gone but something might be found to take its place." I said cheerfully as I skipped in front of him, holding out my hand.
"Hi! My name is Manda and your wish, good sir, is my command."