[ L O G ] B i r t h
A quiet town…a sunset…
Somewhere in the distance a group of children were playing. There were two young voices that sounded much closer. He suddenly became aware of his presence and his surroundings as if the whole world were being built up around him as the wheels in his mind rotated: slowly, but surely. Something allowed the scene to be calm and easily paced for now. He sat at one of the cushions around a small table near the center of the room: four other pillows remained unoccupied. He could see now he was holding a white fan in his hand. He flicked his wrist to make the fan compact once again. At that moment the pace quickened and everything started to reveal itself.
He remained seated on the cushion, calm, as the scenery around him changed. He was suddenly outside on the porch where a forlorn-looking girl with black pigtails was being tormented by a red haired boy, grinning like a devil. A large man with lustery glasses picked up the discarded broom that was once being used for sweeping. Before he could swat the children, the man turned to him and bowed quickly. The children spread, following suit.
“Hey-!” he started to greet before he was cut off. He didn’t know these people…and yet it only felt so natural that all this was happening. “Do I know you?” Again the background dissipated and a series of people and images flickered before him like some fast-paced film he was expected to absorb…but it just wasn’t possible. An orange haired boy, a well-endowed girl, a tall, exotic looking boy, a skinny looking…well, he wasn’t sure if it was a male or a female, with glasses…he flinched a little and flicked his fan back out. The barrage of images stopped and the frozen image of a slender, dark-skinned woman apppeared before him. He was not able to remember her name and yet unlike the other people his frustration was evident by the aching in every part of his body. “Damn-“ he frowned into the fan. The woman began to move towards him, extending a gentle hand towards his shoulder. A red ribbon fluttered over the plane obstructing all besides the approaching woman enveloping her all in the color. He dipped his head, striped hat shadowing the disappointment in his eyes to the best of his ability.
Nothing happened for a moment before the woman tightened her fist and let him have it.
”…a mere, honest, handsome, perverted businessman…”
He wasn’t sure where the voice had come from but his first instinct was to react to the punch. He flinched and let out a whine, finding his voice was muffled and it was hard to move. His eyes shot open: he was surrounded by fluid. Reacting quickly, he shot up and drew n a massive breath, exhaling with a sputter. When he had regained himself he shuddered at the feeling of nakedness and an empty slate. Opportunities buzzed through his mind and yet some small instinct told him to keep a level head. Unfortunatley opportunities took over. He turned to his side to see robes and his striped hat laid out for him, a white fan laying nearby.
There was only one thing for him to do- him, Honest. He had questions and answers were just waiting to be uncovered.
Somewhere in the distance a group of children were playing. There were two young voices that sounded much closer. He suddenly became aware of his presence and his surroundings as if the whole world were being built up around him as the wheels in his mind rotated: slowly, but surely. Something allowed the scene to be calm and easily paced for now. He sat at one of the cushions around a small table near the center of the room: four other pillows remained unoccupied. He could see now he was holding a white fan in his hand. He flicked his wrist to make the fan compact once again. At that moment the pace quickened and everything started to reveal itself.
He remained seated on the cushion, calm, as the scenery around him changed. He was suddenly outside on the porch where a forlorn-looking girl with black pigtails was being tormented by a red haired boy, grinning like a devil. A large man with lustery glasses picked up the discarded broom that was once being used for sweeping. Before he could swat the children, the man turned to him and bowed quickly. The children spread, following suit.
“Hey-!” he started to greet before he was cut off. He didn’t know these people…and yet it only felt so natural that all this was happening. “Do I know you?” Again the background dissipated and a series of people and images flickered before him like some fast-paced film he was expected to absorb…but it just wasn’t possible. An orange haired boy, a well-endowed girl, a tall, exotic looking boy, a skinny looking…well, he wasn’t sure if it was a male or a female, with glasses…he flinched a little and flicked his fan back out. The barrage of images stopped and the frozen image of a slender, dark-skinned woman apppeared before him. He was not able to remember her name and yet unlike the other people his frustration was evident by the aching in every part of his body. “Damn-“ he frowned into the fan. The woman began to move towards him, extending a gentle hand towards his shoulder. A red ribbon fluttered over the plane obstructing all besides the approaching woman enveloping her all in the color. He dipped his head, striped hat shadowing the disappointment in his eyes to the best of his ability.
Nothing happened for a moment before the woman tightened her fist and let him have it.
”…a mere, honest, handsome, perverted businessman…”
He wasn’t sure where the voice had come from but his first instinct was to react to the punch. He flinched and let out a whine, finding his voice was muffled and it was hard to move. His eyes shot open: he was surrounded by fluid. Reacting quickly, he shot up and drew n a massive breath, exhaling with a sputter. When he had regained himself he shuddered at the feeling of nakedness and an empty slate. Opportunities buzzed through his mind and yet some small instinct told him to keep a level head. Unfortunatley opportunities took over. He turned to his side to see robes and his striped hat laid out for him, a white fan laying nearby.
There was only one thing for him to do- him, Honest. He had questions and answers were just waiting to be uncovered.