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Now for a short break for the craziness
13th Shot: Symptom
"HeyJingHowAreYouI'mGreatYouTooWannaPlayWannaPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlay!"
Yep, Kir was definitely feeling the effects of that shot of youthfulness he got the other day. Almost immediately after consumption, Jing and the albatross found themselves endowed with limitless energy and cheer. They zigged and zagged all over the place, playing forgotten childhood games, challenging each other to dares, playing pranks on one another, and just doing stupid stuff in general.
Their childish hyperness continued into the night, and into the next day as well. The endless energy the lavender liquid provided had them bouncing off the walls well after it had been consumed. In fact...
"HeyLet'sPlayTagYou'reItC'monC'monLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlay!"
...Kir was still bouncing off the walls.
Jing, on the other hand, wasn't feeling so hyper anymore. About around noon he was suddenly seized by aches and lethargy, which greatly hampered his youthful enthusiasm and playfulness. In fact, it was the reason that Jing decided to take the train to Zaza instead of running all the way there like he proclaimed that he would earlier that day.
Now, feeling more exhausted than ever, his head was leaning against the window of the locomotive, trying to get some shuteye. His ever-hyper partner wasn't helping.
"Jiiiiiing-"
"Stop it, Kir!" he snapped, glaring at the bird fiercely despite his oncoming headache. "Go bother some cute chick or something."
"But girls are icky."
Only the power of the lavender liquid would ever make the avian say such a thing.
"Then go mess with some other guy then," the gray-eyed Bandit King growled. "Just leave me alone."
"Hmph! Fine!" Kir scoffed, sulking off the bother some other passengers.
Jing sighed and let himself slide farther down his seat.
"...Finally."
Normally the trains had two long, cushioned benches on opposite sides, so that he could either look out the window or lie down and take a nap. Also, despite their convenience, not too many people rode on the locomotives, whether it be from a distrust of technology, a lack of money, or otherwise. Jing didn't mind this, however, as it made the trip to other lands that much more relaxing.
This time, though, he happened to steal a ticket for one of the newest trains. It was said to be much faster than the other locomotives, and much less bumpy. They even had more for passengers, despite being about the same size of the older trains. It seemed like a pretty good deal, so he got on.
As it turned out, the extra room was made possible by having a very crowded seating system. Instead of two extended benches, there were several rows of two seats, lined up on each side of the passenger car. Normally Jing would've have minded, but his head was pounding and his body ached so much that all he wanted to do was lie down.
Then there was the noise. Because it was so new, and so much more room, lots of people were on board, which led to crowded conditions. They chatted, they laughed, they coughed, and they were no help whatsoever to Jing's migraine.
Shutting his eyes and groaning, he found himself wishing that the train would hurry up and get to Zaza and that everyone on board would just shut up.
"Sir? Sir, are you allright?"
Jing wearily lifted his head up to look at a girl about his age. Judging by the white and orange uniform, she was one of the waitresses working on the train. Her short and neatly trimmed black hair had a green sheen to it,, and her jade eyes bore a gentle, worried look.
"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled.
"Um, you're shivering. Are you cold?"
He hadn't realized it until then, but he had been quivering erratically the past few minutes. He had no idea why; it wasn't like he was feeling cold. If anything, he felt a bit on the warm side...
"No...I'm fine..."
"Are you sure?"
"HEY GIRL! MORE CHIPS!" someone demanded.
"Oh! Coming!" she shouted back before briefly turning back to the black-haired boy. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"
"Allright..."
The room seemed to melt away as his senses abandoned him
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He wandered in a scenery of pure white. Not a detail or landmark was to be found; nothing in front of him, nothing behind him, nothing to the sides. The only thing that gave this place any characteristic at all was the fact that the ground and air was cold to his skin, seeming to burrow beneath the flesh and chill his heart. He hardly noticed it, though, as he kept walking on and on. It didn't matter that he was numbed by the cold; in fact, he preferred to. It wouldn't matter. He'd get there eventually.
But get to where? For what reason?
Why?
...He honestly had no idea.
There we go! Might be a coupel days before I update this again. Writer's Block on rough draft O_<.
13th Shot: Symptom
"HeyJingHowAreYouI'mGreatYouTooWannaPlayWannaPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlay!"
Yep, Kir was definitely feeling the effects of that shot of youthfulness he got the other day. Almost immediately after consumption, Jing and the albatross found themselves endowed with limitless energy and cheer. They zigged and zagged all over the place, playing forgotten childhood games, challenging each other to dares, playing pranks on one another, and just doing stupid stuff in general.
Their childish hyperness continued into the night, and into the next day as well. The endless energy the lavender liquid provided had them bouncing off the walls well after it had been consumed. In fact...
"HeyLet'sPlayTagYou'reItC'monC'monLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlayLet'sPlay!"
...Kir was still bouncing off the walls.
Jing, on the other hand, wasn't feeling so hyper anymore. About around noon he was suddenly seized by aches and lethargy, which greatly hampered his youthful enthusiasm and playfulness. In fact, it was the reason that Jing decided to take the train to Zaza instead of running all the way there like he proclaimed that he would earlier that day.
Now, feeling more exhausted than ever, his head was leaning against the window of the locomotive, trying to get some shuteye. His ever-hyper partner wasn't helping.
"Jiiiiiing-"
"Stop it, Kir!" he snapped, glaring at the bird fiercely despite his oncoming headache. "Go bother some cute chick or something."
"But girls are icky."
Only the power of the lavender liquid would ever make the avian say such a thing.
"Then go mess with some other guy then," the gray-eyed Bandit King growled. "Just leave me alone."
"Hmph! Fine!" Kir scoffed, sulking off the bother some other passengers.
Jing sighed and let himself slide farther down his seat.
"...Finally."
Normally the trains had two long, cushioned benches on opposite sides, so that he could either look out the window or lie down and take a nap. Also, despite their convenience, not too many people rode on the locomotives, whether it be from a distrust of technology, a lack of money, or otherwise. Jing didn't mind this, however, as it made the trip to other lands that much more relaxing.
This time, though, he happened to steal a ticket for one of the newest trains. It was said to be much faster than the other locomotives, and much less bumpy. They even had more for passengers, despite being about the same size of the older trains. It seemed like a pretty good deal, so he got on.
As it turned out, the extra room was made possible by having a very crowded seating system. Instead of two extended benches, there were several rows of two seats, lined up on each side of the passenger car. Normally Jing would've have minded, but his head was pounding and his body ached so much that all he wanted to do was lie down.
Then there was the noise. Because it was so new, and so much more room, lots of people were on board, which led to crowded conditions. They chatted, they laughed, they coughed, and they were no help whatsoever to Jing's migraine.
Shutting his eyes and groaning, he found himself wishing that the train would hurry up and get to Zaza and that everyone on board would just shut up.
"Sir? Sir, are you allright?"
Jing wearily lifted his head up to look at a girl about his age. Judging by the white and orange uniform, she was one of the waitresses working on the train. Her short and neatly trimmed black hair had a green sheen to it,, and her jade eyes bore a gentle, worried look.
"I'm not hungry..." he mumbled.
"Um, you're shivering. Are you cold?"
He hadn't realized it until then, but he had been quivering erratically the past few minutes. He had no idea why; it wasn't like he was feeling cold. If anything, he felt a bit on the warm side...
"No...I'm fine..."
"Are you sure?"
"HEY GIRL! MORE CHIPS!" someone demanded.
"Oh! Coming!" she shouted back before briefly turning back to the black-haired boy. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"
"Allright..."
The room seemed to melt away as his senses abandoned him
------------
He wandered in a scenery of pure white. Not a detail or landmark was to be found; nothing in front of him, nothing behind him, nothing to the sides. The only thing that gave this place any characteristic at all was the fact that the ground and air was cold to his skin, seeming to burrow beneath the flesh and chill his heart. He hardly noticed it, though, as he kept walking on and on. It didn't matter that he was numbed by the cold; in fact, he preferred to. It wouldn't matter. He'd get there eventually.
But get to where? For what reason?
Why?
...He honestly had no idea.
There we go! Might be a coupel days before I update this again. Writer's Block on rough draft O_<.
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