Time out (Jamie)
Aug 21, 2016 10:14:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 10:14:29 GMT -5
Jamison Dubois
The one thing that Zane Carter would never be used to were the birds. No matter how long he spent on the planet, he would never be used to seeing them go so slowly. Flies were bad but something about the elegant feathered creatures moving at such a slugish pace as they flew through the air just felt wrong. Somewhere, in the back of his mind which still wasn't adjusted to such things, he felt as if they were travelling too slowly to possibly remain up there in the heavens. They should just fall down logically. They fascinated him in an odd way as he lay on his back in the shade of a tree looking up at a perfectly blue sky and a pair of pigeons which occupied it. He wished that his eyes were somewhat more acute or that he was a little closer so as to be able to see a little better the movements of their beating wings. It would have been nice, the teen reasoned, to be able to fly... Better than sitting around here in any case.
The seventeen year old shifted slightly to make himself a little more comfortable. He closed his eyes blocking out the world around him as he listened to music through his headphones. Music was a release. A welcome escape from the very slow world which surrounded him. If you sped it up enough that was. For many, it would have sounded like gibberish: someone fast-forwarding through a track they didn't enjoy but for Zane, always somewhat out of time with the rest of the world, it was perfect. Well almost, the main issue with having sped up all of the songs on your MP3 player so as to be able to listen to them was that you equally quickly burnt through them.
The teen let out a frustrated grumble as his stomach began to tell him that he required food. It hadn't been all that long ago that he'd eaten? What? An hour maybe? Cursing silently under his breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cereal bar. It wasn't much but it was enough to keep him going. He ate it slowly, hoping that somehow the extra time it took would postpone his next hunger attack. Now out of snacks, he wanted to buy himself as much time as possible lazing around out here in the warmth.
It brought him a sense of relaxation that he rarely had the luxury of feeling these days...
The one thing that Zane Carter would never be used to were the birds. No matter how long he spent on the planet, he would never be used to seeing them go so slowly. Flies were bad but something about the elegant feathered creatures moving at such a slugish pace as they flew through the air just felt wrong. Somewhere, in the back of his mind which still wasn't adjusted to such things, he felt as if they were travelling too slowly to possibly remain up there in the heavens. They should just fall down logically. They fascinated him in an odd way as he lay on his back in the shade of a tree looking up at a perfectly blue sky and a pair of pigeons which occupied it. He wished that his eyes were somewhat more acute or that he was a little closer so as to be able to see a little better the movements of their beating wings. It would have been nice, the teen reasoned, to be able to fly... Better than sitting around here in any case.
The seventeen year old shifted slightly to make himself a little more comfortable. He closed his eyes blocking out the world around him as he listened to music through his headphones. Music was a release. A welcome escape from the very slow world which surrounded him. If you sped it up enough that was. For many, it would have sounded like gibberish: someone fast-forwarding through a track they didn't enjoy but for Zane, always somewhat out of time with the rest of the world, it was perfect. Well almost, the main issue with having sped up all of the songs on your MP3 player so as to be able to listen to them was that you equally quickly burnt through them.
The teen let out a frustrated grumble as his stomach began to tell him that he required food. It hadn't been all that long ago that he'd eaten? What? An hour maybe? Cursing silently under his breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cereal bar. It wasn't much but it was enough to keep him going. He ate it slowly, hoping that somehow the extra time it took would postpone his next hunger attack. Now out of snacks, he wanted to buy himself as much time as possible lazing around out here in the warmth.
It brought him a sense of relaxation that he rarely had the luxury of feeling these days...
