Away
Dec 26, 2017 23:07:34 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 23:07:34 GMT -5
It was as if he had gone from existing to not existing to existing again in a matter of seconds. He coughed, sort of the involuntary response that he’d developed when he was uncomfortable, not really sure how to react to a situation he was in, then blinked a few times. It felt like he was in a dream, but the cold that bit into his cheeks was just unpleasant enough that he knew that he was wide awake. He rubbed his hands together, taking some comfort in the warmth that the friction offered him, then took a moment to breathe and take in his surroundings.
The ground was sloped, he’d realized once he took a second to really orient himself. The trees stretched high above him. He had on a jeans and a hoodie, but he wasn’t prepared for this low temperature. San Francisco didn’t get this cold. And why was he in the middle of the great outdoors? Not that he had a problem with that, really. He enjoyed being outside. He didn’t so much enjoy being outside when he had no idea where he was.
Bits of worry built up in him, which was normal, wasn’t it? Out in the middle of nowhere after teleporting or what have you. His head fogged slightly, and he found a nearby tree, leaned against it with his shoulder, and closed his eyes. The cold air felt sharp through his nostrils, but not so much in a bad way. He was in an unfamiliar place, but maybe he was closer than he thought he was. His hand dug through his phone, which he didn’t have, he’d left it in his room to charge. If he could just find the nearest town, nearest house, and borrow a phone, use a computer, look at gmaps, he was sure he’d be okay.
Even if he was in danger he wasn’t completely in danger. He was resourceful enough, right? He’d be able to find his way, figure things out, keep himself out of trouble. He felt the anxiety draining out of him, slowly, but steadily. Even when the panic did come, he was normally able to force it down after a short amount of time. He just had to relax, relax…
You’re never in danger...
The thoughts, voices?, whatever they were, were never particularly welcome, but he couldn’t exactly call them wrong. Even so, he opened his eyes, frowned, grit his teeth a little bit, then forced them back. He wasn’t in danger because he’d find his way out of it, thank you very much. The determination began to warm up his chest and bloom outwards.
He didn’t feel very confident about it, but he looked around, faced a direction, and moved right along forward.
The ground was sloped, he’d realized once he took a second to really orient himself. The trees stretched high above him. He had on a jeans and a hoodie, but he wasn’t prepared for this low temperature. San Francisco didn’t get this cold. And why was he in the middle of the great outdoors? Not that he had a problem with that, really. He enjoyed being outside. He didn’t so much enjoy being outside when he had no idea where he was.
Bits of worry built up in him, which was normal, wasn’t it? Out in the middle of nowhere after teleporting or what have you. His head fogged slightly, and he found a nearby tree, leaned against it with his shoulder, and closed his eyes. The cold air felt sharp through his nostrils, but not so much in a bad way. He was in an unfamiliar place, but maybe he was closer than he thought he was. His hand dug through his phone, which he didn’t have, he’d left it in his room to charge. If he could just find the nearest town, nearest house, and borrow a phone, use a computer, look at gmaps, he was sure he’d be okay.
Even if he was in danger he wasn’t completely in danger. He was resourceful enough, right? He’d be able to find his way, figure things out, keep himself out of trouble. He felt the anxiety draining out of him, slowly, but steadily. Even when the panic did come, he was normally able to force it down after a short amount of time. He just had to relax, relax…
You’re never in danger...
The thoughts, voices?, whatever they were, were never particularly welcome, but he couldn’t exactly call them wrong. Even so, he opened his eyes, frowned, grit his teeth a little bit, then forced them back. He wasn’t in danger because he’d find his way out of it, thank you very much. The determination began to warm up his chest and bloom outwards.
He didn’t feel very confident about it, but he looked around, faced a direction, and moved right along forward.
