Like a Bad Hangover

Emne: Like a Bad Hangover Fre Maj 06, 2022 10:58 pm

Place Nature Resvere
Environments: Calm nature around him
Weather the sun is shining
Date May 1, 2022
Time 14,30
Outfit without sunglasses
@Jolene

“Urgh.” The sound was quiet enough for people who passed by, to think he had just gotten too much to drink the other night. Not that James did it, no he would never get himself hammered, but if he only knew what Dane or James would do. As he looked up, he moved his hand up in front of his eyes, how long had he been here, as he held it in front of his eyes to make sure, he would not be blinded. He then took out his phone there, somehow worked telling him that the time was 14,30 that meant since midnight last night he had no memories, and had been blacked out for over 10 hours.

He then forced himself up, as he studied his environments, it was so peaceful that he could not help but chuckle. He then got himself up and brushed himself off, another day he thought to himself. As he then moved out of the grass and started to follow the little route there had appeared for him. As he walked down trough the nature reserve, he could feel how his body slowly got heated up it was nice for once being able to have his mind at peace, to be fair most of the time. As he finally reached a bench he looked at bit around, before he sat down on it and closed his eyes, just for a min to get more control over his heartbeat waking up here, had not been the smartest thing, if you thought about it, but that was just how it was.

Emne: Sv: Like a Bad Hangover Fre Maj 06, 2022 11:37 pm

Jolene could feel how different muscles in her face almost twitched from trying not to let out tears. It was incredible how nature’s silence could fill someone with peace, especially after so many traumas. She believed that she would never really heal and never really trust anyone fully again. Whatever she touched would die. That was how it was, wasn’t it? Or was it just as soon as she held something dear? She took a raspy breath and let a hand run through her hair, removing any strands from being in her face. She straightened her other hand up, wearing a glove to keep her hands from being torn when her macaw landed on it. It had a ring around its leg with different numbers in case someone would steal him, but yet, nobody had. He was trustworthy and always came to her. This time was no exception. She called its name and it landed on the gloved hand. She caressed it a little before she continued her walk. Eventually she reached a place where she could see another man. It made her stop and look around to see if they were the only ones around. After all, she didn’t have her tattoos anymore to empower her to take on enemies, and it had made her paranoid. Many of those beasts did after all have a bounty on her head from killing those who she had found dangerous to the civilization. She chose to turn around and walk back from where she had come from, but as she did, her macaw set off from her hand and flew in the direction of the man on the bench, wanting to land on the back rest next to him. “No! Coco!” she yelled, but she didn’t run after it, mostly fearing for her own life rather than the bird. Egoistic, right?

Emne: Sv: Like a Bad Hangover Lør Maj 07, 2022 9:58 am

The Peace was then shortly lived, as he heard a woman call on something, as it basked away. Making him open his eyes, as the parrot called what, was it Coco had landed beside him. He then moved his hand slowly up to it and started to pet it. As it seemed content with still being near him that was when he saw the woman, who had called on it move down towards them.

“Guessing this bird is yours, named Coco right, hen then turn his focus to her, before he decided it would be a good idea standing up, “My Name is James what is yours?” He asked as he sent her a calm and gentle smile.

After a little while he talked agian, " feel free to take a seat the weather is great for it today. and i dont bite.” He pointed out as he sat down again, and gentle petted the parrot who still sat beside the place he had sat down first.

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