1st Rainy Day [Accidental Video]
...This is nowhere near the stop I had in mind...
[A rustling of grass, followed by the shuffling of feet. A gray-haired teen can be seen on the other end of the journal's camera, trying to regain his bearings, and scanning his new habitat. There's a groan of pain only a moment later, as he reaches behind him to dampen the hurt coming from...whatever was causing it.
It took several minutes to register, apparently, as all is quiet until he opens his mouth again.]
...When did I get wings?
[Another beat.] And where's my uniform? It's not like it could have vanished into thin air... [The boy glanced down at himself, then at where he woke. He was already getting chilly, and his shirtlessness did not help matters.
There's a slight panic as he goes on, musing to himself over the possibilities.] ...It couldn't have crashed...could it? Though if it did, I'd have felt it by now. I wouldn't be able to feel cold in the first place if I was dead. Why does it feel like someone put superglue on my back and slapped these on, anyway? This is nowhere near actual angel wings...
[He stares at them in befuddlement, before shaking his head and shrugging it off.] What am I thinking? I need to find help, and quick. [Eventually, the boy walked right back to where he had found the journal. Taking a moment to check how it works, he then begins to write out on it for whoever was around to see it -- if there were people who had anything similar in the first place.]
Could someone guide me to the nearest city? I'm...in need of a little help.
[A rustling of grass, followed by the shuffling of feet. A gray-haired teen can be seen on the other end of the journal's camera, trying to regain his bearings, and scanning his new habitat. There's a groan of pain only a moment later, as he reaches behind him to dampen the hurt coming from...whatever was causing it.
It took several minutes to register, apparently, as all is quiet until he opens his mouth again.]
...When did I get wings?
[Another beat.] And where's my uniform? It's not like it could have vanished into thin air... [The boy glanced down at himself, then at where he woke. He was already getting chilly, and his shirtlessness did not help matters.
There's a slight panic as he goes on, musing to himself over the possibilities.] ...It couldn't have crashed...could it? Though if it did, I'd have felt it by now. I wouldn't be able to feel cold in the first place if I was dead. Why does it feel like someone put superglue on my back and slapped these on, anyway? This is nowhere near actual angel wings...
[He stares at them in befuddlement, before shaking his head and shrugging it off.] What am I thinking? I need to find help, and quick. [Eventually, the boy walked right back to where he had found the journal. Taking a moment to check how it works, he then begins to write out on it for whoever was around to see it -- if there were people who had anything similar in the first place.]
Could someone guide me to the nearest city? I'm...in need of a little help.