Jack Be Nimble, Jack Be Quick (Solo)
Jul 13, 2017 2:18:46 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2017 2:18:46 GMT
Jack wandered around his new dorm, feeling a bit cramped in the new Japanese style room he now found himself in. The room was sparse, clean and pale, with soft browns and tans making up what little color there was in the room.
"Jesus..." Jack thought to himself as he sat in the center of the room, leaning forward on his knees, his hand squished against his soft cheek. "How the hell do people live like this?" He stood, stretching and yawning, looking over to his door and shrugging. "Might as well go for a walk...maybe try and meet somebody. I can be as long as I like too...no classes tomorrow." He smiled and the thought and opened the door leading out into the empty, desolate hall so late at night, looking at his phone and scooping up his backpack, checking the time.
"Just about 9 P.M JST...Sooo...About 8 A.M EST back home..." He thought, a small wince of pain coursing through his spirit as he thinks again of home, unzipping the front pocket of his bag to retrieve the laminated photo. He slung the backpack over his back as he considered the photo, barely even noticing his surroundings as he descended the stairs and made his way out into the temperate Shibuya night.
He let his lungs fill with the warm night air, the sky completely clear, blackness, simple, inky blackness above, like an abyss that could swallow the world. Jack was always forgetting that you couldn't see the stars here, not ever, not like when he'd catch glimpses of them between the evergreen, the snow serving as all the seat or cushion he'd ever need, bundled up like a little stuffed boy before being called back to the fire by his mother, who always worried about her baby boys, even now, half a world away.
His mother was ultimately the one who shook him out of the memory, his eyes shooting down to his phone, pulling it out and swiping the green icon to answer the familial call.
"Hey, mum...Japan's...Japan...Yea, I got settled in alright, the dorms here are smaller than Aunt Amy's closet up at her ranch house. No, I haven't really taken the time to talk to the other students...they all look at me really funny whenever I walk into the cafe or something. I guess it's because a white kid especially of my...caliber isn't really understood y'know?" He sat on a bench, leaning back to consider the starless sky again, feeling off put by his inability to see his own breath in the dead of night.
His phone made a small tone, alerting him that something was on the other line. He looked at it, raising an eyebrow as the number showed it wasn't from Shibuya...or home. Because it wasn't a number at all. He made quick excuses and goodbyes to his mother and ended their call before switching to the full image of the next line, the number was a ASCII image of a small egg, cyan on the bottom with the top fourth or so taken up by light, woolly toned brown.
He slid the icon again, his phone screen shattering the second the call began, ending as soon as it did. The plastic of it melting and melding and squishing into a purple and black device with an antennae and screen.
Before he can cry out in surprise or anger he peeked over the phone...to find the same egg, about the size of a watermelon, sitting on the sidewalk.
"Jesus..." Jack thought to himself as he sat in the center of the room, leaning forward on his knees, his hand squished against his soft cheek. "How the hell do people live like this?" He stood, stretching and yawning, looking over to his door and shrugging. "Might as well go for a walk...maybe try and meet somebody. I can be as long as I like too...no classes tomorrow." He smiled and the thought and opened the door leading out into the empty, desolate hall so late at night, looking at his phone and scooping up his backpack, checking the time.
"Just about 9 P.M JST...Sooo...About 8 A.M EST back home..." He thought, a small wince of pain coursing through his spirit as he thinks again of home, unzipping the front pocket of his bag to retrieve the laminated photo. He slung the backpack over his back as he considered the photo, barely even noticing his surroundings as he descended the stairs and made his way out into the temperate Shibuya night.
He let his lungs fill with the warm night air, the sky completely clear, blackness, simple, inky blackness above, like an abyss that could swallow the world. Jack was always forgetting that you couldn't see the stars here, not ever, not like when he'd catch glimpses of them between the evergreen, the snow serving as all the seat or cushion he'd ever need, bundled up like a little stuffed boy before being called back to the fire by his mother, who always worried about her baby boys, even now, half a world away.
His mother was ultimately the one who shook him out of the memory, his eyes shooting down to his phone, pulling it out and swiping the green icon to answer the familial call.
"Hey, mum...Japan's...Japan...Yea, I got settled in alright, the dorms here are smaller than Aunt Amy's closet up at her ranch house. No, I haven't really taken the time to talk to the other students...they all look at me really funny whenever I walk into the cafe or something. I guess it's because a white kid especially of my...caliber isn't really understood y'know?" He sat on a bench, leaning back to consider the starless sky again, feeling off put by his inability to see his own breath in the dead of night.
His phone made a small tone, alerting him that something was on the other line. He looked at it, raising an eyebrow as the number showed it wasn't from Shibuya...or home. Because it wasn't a number at all. He made quick excuses and goodbyes to his mother and ended their call before switching to the full image of the next line, the number was a ASCII image of a small egg, cyan on the bottom with the top fourth or so taken up by light, woolly toned brown.
He slid the icon again, his phone screen shattering the second the call began, ending as soon as it did. The plastic of it melting and melding and squishing into a purple and black device with an antennae and screen.
Before he can cry out in surprise or anger he peeked over the phone...to find the same egg, about the size of a watermelon, sitting on the sidewalk.