Post by David Moore on Apr 21, 2014 21:12:03 GMT -5
The lemonade was delicious today. The hot sun beat overhead, and not a breeze stirred the quiet, yet bustling streets of the olden lice District. Dave sat on the balcony of his top floor suite, looking down at the streets below. Today would be another lazy day, much like the day before, and the day before that. Life in Mosaic City had considerably calmed down since the Shadow threat had been removed from the picture. It had happened during that last full moon where a shadow had appeared... was it a month ago? two? Dave couldn't quite remember, but it didn't matter anyways. A final shadow had appeared and Dave had been the one to face it.
It had been a tough battle, and Dave had never recovered from his previous conflicts, but he had managed to defeat the shadow where all others had failed. He was a hero. The barricade had come down shortly after. It seemed like only a week had passed before Mosaic was completely rebuilt. Maye it had been. Dave couldn't quite remember. His picture of what Mosaic had looked like before the shadows had been fuzzy at best. He might have to visit the rebuilt portions of the city soon. Or not. It didn't really matter. Where he was seemed pretty good. He sipped the lemonade and watched as a girl in a pink sweatshirt met up with a boy in a blue polo. They looked like a happy couple.
Dave began to consider his own personal relationships. As of yet, he still had yet to become romantically involved with anyone. Sure he had a few crushed, but never had the nerve to act on them. He had thought it would be demeaning to them if he had ever asked, but now he was a hero. He had a shot now. He wasn't worthless. Things were finally looking up. All of those years he had spent moping were over. He could do anything. He had those dozens of persona users as friends. They looked up to him, even admired him for his skill. Getting a date should be no problem.
Sure, some of the faces were fuzzy, but he'd remember them as soon as he called them somewhere to meet up. He could go over his selection of potential candidates right then and there and ask one. He'd probably get a "yes" too.They had no reason to say anything else. Dave was the top bachelor on the list now. The thought caused him to chuckle slightly. The thought train seemed a bit crude, a bit rude, but Dave had earned a little bit of privilege, right? He sipped the lemonade and watched as a girl in a pink sweatshirt met up with a boy in a blue polo. They looked like a happy couple.
A new fashion would probably be in his best interests. He typically wore dark colors and some basic blue jeans. Black, grey, black AND grey. He should probably throw in some variety. Maybe some green, some blue, even red. Red might work out. He'd transition from darker shades to lighter shades. He was a new person now. His clothing should reflect that. Or, he could just jump completely over to those brighter colors and skip out on dark colors entirely. He was a positive influence on those around him. His clothes should be positive, too.
Of course, Dave didn't know much about fashion. Still... he could look some up online, or call one of his new friends and ask them to help im find some new stuff to wear. A good choice might have been... what was her name? It probably didn't matter too much. He had a lot of friends. It shouldn't be too uncommon to forget a name here and there. He could always just call her... or was it him? Well... whichever it was, some new threads were inbound. He sipped the lemonade and watched as a girl in a pink sweatshirt met up with a boy in a blue polo. They looked like a happy couple.
Dave began to consider his own personal relationships. As of yet, he still had yet to become romantically involved with anyone. Sure he had a few crushed, but never had the nerve to act on them. He had thought it would be demeaning to them if he had ever asked, but now he was a hero. He had a shot now. He wasn't worthless. Things were finally looking up. All of those years he had spent moping were over. He could do anything. He had those dozens of persona users as friends. They looked up to him, even admired him for his skill. Getting a date should be no problem.
Wait... was that right? Dave felt peculiar... as if something seemed very wrong wit the world. He had the sensation of deja vu. That couple had seemed familiar somehow. But where had he seen them? Were they persona users? Yes! That was right. He had met them during the last full moon. Their names were... what were their names? He figured he should know them. He felt he saw them pretty often. They were persona users, so they should be more familiar. And why didn't they at least drop by to visit? Sure, they might have been busy, but they might have looked up at the balcony and waved if they saw him, but they did nothing. That was weird. He was a hero... right?
Maybe they were just pricks. That had to be it. He could just call someone else up... like... he couldn't think of any names. That was weird. He had so many friends and he couldn't think of a single name? That didn't make any sense. A trigger went off in his brain, and suddenly he found himself thinking of doing something he hadn't ever done. He could turn his head around and look at the interior of his apartment. Some pictures had to be hanging up of him and his friends. Surely, seeing their faces would spark his memory.
But... something was frantically urging him not to turn his head. It would just be a small , he could even just glance his eyes. Why did he not want to, though? Was his apartment messy? No... that was trivial. There was no reason why he shouldn't look. But every muscle in his body seemed to be resisting the motion. He felt the taste of lemonade in his mouth and realized he had automatically taken another sip. His eyes suddenly glanced down to the street and he saw a girl in a pink sweatshirt meet up with a boy in a blue polo.
Warning signals blared and Dave wrenched his head around, eyes gazing intent fully into the apartment. But there was nothing. There was literally nothing.s eyes couldn't comprehend. There was only a void of empty space, indescribable. It was... nothing. Dave felt his head begin to pound, his eyes burn... every fiber of his being urged him to look away. The human mind was not made to comprehend the sight of nothing. It was too much. He found himself standing, a scream escaping silently from his lips. He clenched his eyes shut, but the burning memory of nothing blazed through his mind, ripping it to pieces. His silent scream became audible. He took another step back and found himself falling. He opened his eyes and saw the world upside down. The nothing came closer and closer, eating away at the small world. He tasted lemonade and he looked up... or down and saw a girl i pink sweatshirt meet up with a boy in a blue polo. How many times had he seen them meet up? 14,267 times.
He awoke, screaming, covered in a cold sweat, surrounded by doctors and nurses, prodded with tubes, needles, bandages. The heartbeat monitor bleating with the speed of his heart.
That had been a week ago. He had spent an entire month in a coma, and even now he still sat in a hospital recreation room. Visiting hours were open, but he never had visitors. That's because he never had any friends, only acquaintances that probably didn't even wonder where he had been this whole time. The fights with shadows combined with his illness had caused him to succumb to fatigue and become comatose, and apparently no one had bothered to check on him. He overheard the nurse pitying him for his lack of friends or family. The coma world seemed preferable now.
It had been a tough battle, and Dave had never recovered from his previous conflicts, but he had managed to defeat the shadow where all others had failed. He was a hero. The barricade had come down shortly after. It seemed like only a week had passed before Mosaic was completely rebuilt. Maye it had been. Dave couldn't quite remember. His picture of what Mosaic had looked like before the shadows had been fuzzy at best. He might have to visit the rebuilt portions of the city soon. Or not. It didn't really matter. Where he was seemed pretty good. He sipped the lemonade and watched as a girl in a pink sweatshirt met up with a boy in a blue polo. They looked like a happy couple.
Dave began to consider his own personal relationships. As of yet, he still had yet to become romantically involved with anyone. Sure he had a few crushed, but never had the nerve to act on them. He had thought it would be demeaning to them if he had ever asked, but now he was a hero. He had a shot now. He wasn't worthless. Things were finally looking up. All of those years he had spent moping were over. He could do anything. He had those dozens of persona users as friends. They looked up to him, even admired him for his skill. Getting a date should be no problem.
Sure, some of the faces were fuzzy, but he'd remember them as soon as he called them somewhere to meet up. He could go over his selection of potential candidates right then and there and ask one. He'd probably get a "yes" too.They had no reason to say anything else. Dave was the top bachelor on the list now. The thought caused him to chuckle slightly. The thought train seemed a bit crude, a bit rude, but Dave had earned a little bit of privilege, right? He sipped the lemonade and watched as a girl in a pink sweatshirt met up with a boy in a blue polo. They looked like a happy couple.
A new fashion would probably be in his best interests. He typically wore dark colors and some basic blue jeans. Black, grey, black AND grey. He should probably throw in some variety. Maybe some green, some blue, even red. Red might work out. He'd transition from darker shades to lighter shades. He was a new person now. His clothing should reflect that. Or, he could just jump completely over to those brighter colors and skip out on dark colors entirely. He was a positive influence on those around him. His clothes should be positive, too.
Of course, Dave didn't know much about fashion. Still... he could look some up online, or call one of his new friends and ask them to help im find some new stuff to wear. A good choice might have been... what was her name? It probably didn't matter too much. He had a lot of friends. It shouldn't be too uncommon to forget a name here and there. He could always just call her... or was it him? Well... whichever it was, some new threads were inbound. He sipped the lemonade and watched as a girl in a pink sweatshirt met up with a boy in a blue polo. They looked like a happy couple.
Dave began to consider his own personal relationships. As of yet, he still had yet to become romantically involved with anyone. Sure he had a few crushed, but never had the nerve to act on them. He had thought it would be demeaning to them if he had ever asked, but now he was a hero. He had a shot now. He wasn't worthless. Things were finally looking up. All of those years he had spent moping were over. He could do anything. He had those dozens of persona users as friends. They looked up to him, even admired him for his skill. Getting a date should be no problem.
Wait... was that right? Dave felt peculiar... as if something seemed very wrong wit the world. He had the sensation of deja vu. That couple had seemed familiar somehow. But where had he seen them? Were they persona users? Yes! That was right. He had met them during the last full moon. Their names were... what were their names? He figured he should know them. He felt he saw them pretty often. They were persona users, so they should be more familiar. And why didn't they at least drop by to visit? Sure, they might have been busy, but they might have looked up at the balcony and waved if they saw him, but they did nothing. That was weird. He was a hero... right?
Maybe they were just pricks. That had to be it. He could just call someone else up... like... he couldn't think of any names. That was weird. He had so many friends and he couldn't think of a single name? That didn't make any sense. A trigger went off in his brain, and suddenly he found himself thinking of doing something he hadn't ever done. He could turn his head around and look at the interior of his apartment. Some pictures had to be hanging up of him and his friends. Surely, seeing their faces would spark his memory.
But... something was frantically urging him not to turn his head. It would just be a small , he could even just glance his eyes. Why did he not want to, though? Was his apartment messy? No... that was trivial. There was no reason why he shouldn't look. But every muscle in his body seemed to be resisting the motion. He felt the taste of lemonade in his mouth and realized he had automatically taken another sip. His eyes suddenly glanced down to the street and he saw a girl in a pink sweatshirt meet up with a boy in a blue polo.
Warning signals blared and Dave wrenched his head around, eyes gazing intent fully into the apartment. But there was nothing. There was literally nothing.s eyes couldn't comprehend. There was only a void of empty space, indescribable. It was... nothing. Dave felt his head begin to pound, his eyes burn... every fiber of his being urged him to look away. The human mind was not made to comprehend the sight of nothing. It was too much. He found himself standing, a scream escaping silently from his lips. He clenched his eyes shut, but the burning memory of nothing blazed through his mind, ripping it to pieces. His silent scream became audible. He took another step back and found himself falling. He opened his eyes and saw the world upside down. The nothing came closer and closer, eating away at the small world. He tasted lemonade and he looked up... or down and saw a girl i pink sweatshirt meet up with a boy in a blue polo. How many times had he seen them meet up? 14,267 times.
He awoke, screaming, covered in a cold sweat, surrounded by doctors and nurses, prodded with tubes, needles, bandages. The heartbeat monitor bleating with the speed of his heart.
That had been a week ago. He had spent an entire month in a coma, and even now he still sat in a hospital recreation room. Visiting hours were open, but he never had visitors. That's because he never had any friends, only acquaintances that probably didn't even wonder where he had been this whole time. The fights with shadows combined with his illness had caused him to succumb to fatigue and become comatose, and apparently no one had bothered to check on him. He overheard the nurse pitying him for his lack of friends or family. The coma world seemed preferable now.
