Post by Relic on May 23, 2012 21:22:08 GMT -8
REILLE PAIGE opens his eyes, next to him in bed a young, dark-haired Asian woman with metallic blue highlights.
It's happening again. He thinks to himself as the migraine begins.
Quickly he vaults out of bed, startling the girl awake. Was it "Amy?" "Annie?" he can't remember.
"Wh... what's going on?" she asks with a raspy morning voice, a half-away expression on her face. She watches with one open eye as Paige frantically puts on his clothes, pulls a camper's backpack from the motel closet, as well as a small carry-on suitcase with wheels.
"I.. can't explain..." he barely voices, taking clothing and supplies from drawers and hastily stuffing them into his luggage. "MediKit!" he says darting to the bathroom and empty it of all his things.
"So, you ARE married then," the girl says disappointedly and for a brief moment Reille pauses; due to his 'condition' that is a commitment he'll probably never be able to experience.
The tingling. It's soon. Crap.
"It's... it's not like that, really, it's..." he tries to say convincingly. But to some degree he is married; 'married' to a lifestyle he can't control. The migrane flashes sharply, nearly dropping him to his knees. He wishes it didn't have to be so painful. His heart is starting to race. The unexpected. Something always needing fixing.
"No? Then, where are you going?" the young lady sits up, bare of any clothing. Damn. I hate this. She was really nice. Amy? Annie? An..Ann.. Angie!!
"Angie, it's not you really, I...I honestly DON'T KNOW where I'm going!" he pleas hoping for understanding; but her expression sours.
"It's 'Amy'... I almost wish I didn't start chatting with you at the club last night. I knew it. My 'loser sense' was tingling," she says coldly, throwing off the sheets and starts putting on her clothes.
The tingling in his hands and feet, getting stronger now, moving to his core. His heart beating faster.
"Seriously, Amy, I'm sorry. There's no time to explain. It's just..."
"Just NOTHING!" she says storming to the bathroom, slightly closing the door.
Reille straps his backpack on, and extends the handle of his suitcase, then checks his watch like he were waiting for the bus or a train. Good time, this time. I was prepared. Must always keep my stuff packed together like this and...
The migrane shoots through his skull doubling him over. All he can see is white. But it's not just in his head... it's him. He looks at a blinding white light beam radiating from his chest like a miniature sun and tendrils of light beginning to encompass his burning body.
"All my friends said, 'Stay away from that guy. He looks like a weirdo.' But nooo..." you barely hear her now distorted and amplified voice.
Dammit! If only there were more time...
"I said not this one. I've got a good feeling. Pffft. You know? They were right."
Rellie's head is pounding so hard it feels like it will explode. He has lost the power of speech due to pain. He wonders if that's actually what happens to him everytime THIS happens? Does he just explode!?
"You're not even a weirdo... you're just a first-class je.." there is a high-pitched electric FZZZZZTT, a blinding flash of white light and loud zzzZZZZZUUMFFFT! as the young lady known as Amy slowly opens the door.
"..erk?"
* HSSssssssssssssssss *
In the center of the room where once stood a guy named Reille, only a charred black mark a few inches across remains, steam slowly rising from it.
It's happening again. He thinks to himself as the migraine begins.
Quickly he vaults out of bed, startling the girl awake. Was it "Amy?" "Annie?" he can't remember.
"Wh... what's going on?" she asks with a raspy morning voice, a half-away expression on her face. She watches with one open eye as Paige frantically puts on his clothes, pulls a camper's backpack from the motel closet, as well as a small carry-on suitcase with wheels.
"I.. can't explain..." he barely voices, taking clothing and supplies from drawers and hastily stuffing them into his luggage. "MediKit!" he says darting to the bathroom and empty it of all his things.
"So, you ARE married then," the girl says disappointedly and for a brief moment Reille pauses; due to his 'condition' that is a commitment he'll probably never be able to experience.
The tingling. It's soon. Crap.
"It's... it's not like that, really, it's..." he tries to say convincingly. But to some degree he is married; 'married' to a lifestyle he can't control. The migrane flashes sharply, nearly dropping him to his knees. He wishes it didn't have to be so painful. His heart is starting to race. The unexpected. Something always needing fixing.
"No? Then, where are you going?" the young lady sits up, bare of any clothing. Damn. I hate this. She was really nice. Amy? Annie? An..Ann.. Angie!!
"Angie, it's not you really, I...I honestly DON'T KNOW where I'm going!" he pleas hoping for understanding; but her expression sours.
"It's 'Amy'... I almost wish I didn't start chatting with you at the club last night. I knew it. My 'loser sense' was tingling," she says coldly, throwing off the sheets and starts putting on her clothes.
The tingling in his hands and feet, getting stronger now, moving to his core. His heart beating faster.
"Seriously, Amy, I'm sorry. There's no time to explain. It's just..."
"Just NOTHING!" she says storming to the bathroom, slightly closing the door.
Reille straps his backpack on, and extends the handle of his suitcase, then checks his watch like he were waiting for the bus or a train. Good time, this time. I was prepared. Must always keep my stuff packed together like this and...
The migrane shoots through his skull doubling him over. All he can see is white. But it's not just in his head... it's him. He looks at a blinding white light beam radiating from his chest like a miniature sun and tendrils of light beginning to encompass his burning body.
"All my friends said, 'Stay away from that guy. He looks like a weirdo.' But nooo..." you barely hear her now distorted and amplified voice.
Dammit! If only there were more time...
"I said not this one. I've got a good feeling. Pffft. You know? They were right."
Rellie's head is pounding so hard it feels like it will explode. He has lost the power of speech due to pain. He wonders if that's actually what happens to him everytime THIS happens? Does he just explode!?
"You're not even a weirdo... you're just a first-class je.." there is a high-pitched electric FZZZZZTT, a blinding flash of white light and loud zzzZZZZZUUMFFFT! as the young lady known as Amy slowly opens the door.
"..erk?"
* HSSssssssssssssssss *
In the center of the room where once stood a guy named Reille, only a charred black mark a few inches across remains, steam slowly rising from it.