06-26-2015, 01:51 PM
The disgruntled young Heir of Time plowed through the gate from the Nexus, immediately losing his orientation as he went. If it was this bad without having to worry about standing, he had a pretty good idea he would be hating life if he had to make a trip through on his feet.
......well, hating life more.
As things stood, he made his way through the gate and promptly lost all sense of direction. The momentum which had been carrying him straight forward kept him going, but his attempt to remain going forward sent him straight down, where he earned a face full of dirt and all manner of fallen plant matter.
He just layed there, face down in the dirt, while one hand patted the ground aimlessly about him, as if trying to find something by touch alone. He was unsuccessful, and when he finally realized he wasn't going to find whatever he was groping around for, he merely slowly clenched his hand into a fist, gathering up a handful of loose leaves, dirt and probably something else he would have rather not noticed, he pounced the earth with his closed fist.
It was somewhere between a pathetic outlet of rage and a pitiful admission of defeat.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Adam lifted his head to rest his chin, rather than his face, on the ground. "I have gone beyond simply hating everything this place has to offer, and come completely around to emerge on the other side. This place is shitty. But it's still not as shitty as the shithole I came from before I was here. I don't hate it here. I don't even mildly dislike it here. Naaaaaah, this place is alright."
It was almost entirely a lie, but past experience had taught Adam that the best way to calm himself down when he was on the verge of flipping the fuck out was to let his building rage out through prodigious application of bullshit. And claiming this place was better than where he'd come from...it wasn't a complete lie, but it was still pretty high on the BS-o-meter.
"Okay.....okay....I'm good...." With a heave, Adam got his hands under himself and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. "I'm fine....I'm cool...." He got his crutch, and hauled himself up to his feet, rising slowly but surely back to his feet to stand up. He brushed himself off as best he could with his free hand, before finally fishing about for his lost glasses. It took him a moment, but he finally found them, covered in dirt and leaves, but otherwise whole and still in the same relative condition as they always had been.
A quick spin about one hand, and in short order Adam had rewound his glasses to their undirtied condition from before they had been flung through the portal to this extremely humid tree-filled place that was not the Nexus. He put them back in their proper place on his face, fidgeted with them for almost a full thirty seconds, before he shook his head in irritation. The damn things never did fit quite right.
He turned around to set off anywhere that wasn't the gate, and promptly plowed face-first into a rather large tree.
......well, hating life more.
As things stood, he made his way through the gate and promptly lost all sense of direction. The momentum which had been carrying him straight forward kept him going, but his attempt to remain going forward sent him straight down, where he earned a face full of dirt and all manner of fallen plant matter.
He just layed there, face down in the dirt, while one hand patted the ground aimlessly about him, as if trying to find something by touch alone. He was unsuccessful, and when he finally realized he wasn't going to find whatever he was groping around for, he merely slowly clenched his hand into a fist, gathering up a handful of loose leaves, dirt and probably something else he would have rather not noticed, he pounced the earth with his closed fist.
It was somewhere between a pathetic outlet of rage and a pitiful admission of defeat.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Adam lifted his head to rest his chin, rather than his face, on the ground. "I have gone beyond simply hating everything this place has to offer, and come completely around to emerge on the other side. This place is shitty. But it's still not as shitty as the shithole I came from before I was here. I don't hate it here. I don't even mildly dislike it here. Naaaaaah, this place is alright."
It was almost entirely a lie, but past experience had taught Adam that the best way to calm himself down when he was on the verge of flipping the fuck out was to let his building rage out through prodigious application of bullshit. And claiming this place was better than where he'd come from...it wasn't a complete lie, but it was still pretty high on the BS-o-meter.
"Okay.....okay....I'm good...." With a heave, Adam got his hands under himself and pushed himself up to his hands and knees. "I'm fine....I'm cool...." He got his crutch, and hauled himself up to his feet, rising slowly but surely back to his feet to stand up. He brushed himself off as best he could with his free hand, before finally fishing about for his lost glasses. It took him a moment, but he finally found them, covered in dirt and leaves, but otherwise whole and still in the same relative condition as they always had been.
A quick spin about one hand, and in short order Adam had rewound his glasses to their undirtied condition from before they had been flung through the portal to this extremely humid tree-filled place that was not the Nexus. He put them back in their proper place on his face, fidgeted with them for almost a full thirty seconds, before he shook his head in irritation. The damn things never did fit quite right.
He turned around to set off anywhere that wasn't the gate, and promptly plowed face-first into a rather large tree.
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