Post by Thomas Sifting on Aug 14, 2008 3:17:13 GMT -5
Sometimes words failed to penetrate through this foggy world Thomas lived in. He could be carrying on a normal conversation one moment and then suddenly nausea would swim through him, and he would fall back, dissociate, and wake up somewhere else with a large chunk of time missing. Sometimes he would have strange bruises, or broken knuckles, but despite his best efforts he couldn’t recall what had happened. This was his life as he had grown accustomed to it, and he never had the urge to question why he was the way he was.
Tonight, was no different. Looking around he found himself in a modestly crowded bar, sitting on a stool with an auburn colored liquid in a glass before him. He lifted a hand up to brush his hair from his eyes and winced, feeling a slight tenderness on his cheek. Something sweet to rot my teeth. What was that from? Nothing important. The last thing he remembered was walking on campus at the university, talking with someone who was very adamant about a project called “Minerva.” And then… Nothing. He was here.
He felt the air pressure change to his right, noticing another presence. Turning he noticed someone had taken the liberty to sit next to him. Take a sip and communicate. But that wasn’t the way he liked to do things, he was non-intrusive, and so he would wait for this person to initiate conversation, if that is what they wanted.
Tonight, was no different. Looking around he found himself in a modestly crowded bar, sitting on a stool with an auburn colored liquid in a glass before him. He lifted a hand up to brush his hair from his eyes and winced, feeling a slight tenderness on his cheek. Something sweet to rot my teeth. What was that from? Nothing important. The last thing he remembered was walking on campus at the university, talking with someone who was very adamant about a project called “Minerva.” And then… Nothing. He was here.
He felt the air pressure change to his right, noticing another presence. Turning he noticed someone had taken the liberty to sit next to him. Take a sip and communicate. But that wasn’t the way he liked to do things, he was non-intrusive, and so he would wait for this person to initiate conversation, if that is what they wanted.