Post by Yukino Haruno on Apr 13, 2008 11:35:01 GMT -5
A boy was lying in his bed, staring at his clock. He was wide awake and he couldn't get to sleep no matter what. It must've been jet lag. He would never get used to this planet's time. This boy's name was Seth Tzarkin. He was an alien from the planet Rebmevon. Surprising? Maybe.
Seth stared at the clock, good and hard for a long time. The neon numbers probably burning through his eyes, blinding him as he continued to stare. He didn't care though, he was just as bored as ever, and the numbers kept him occupied. Seth would count down in his mind, waiting, waiting, and waiting for the next number to appear. It never changed on time though, he noted. This planet's time keep was off by a few seconds; he found that everywhere. Nobody ever had the right exact time. There were always at least a few seconds too late or too early.
Seth sighed and gave up on this silly game of time keeping. He rolled back on this left side, still seeing the bright neon numbers implanted in his eyes.
"3:00 a.m., will I ever get to sleep?"
He spoke this out loud, not caring. There was no one there to hear him anyway. He always liked talking to himself, as lame as that might sound. It was just that he was the only one who cared when he was talking. No one else ever did.
He reached over to his drawers located right to the left of his bed. He hand went into the top draw, searching blindly until he came across the wondrous box of his. When his hand clutched around the box, he let out a sigh of relief.
"At least this planet is good for something. Ambiem."
Seth took out the box, and emptied a single pill into the palm of his hand, only to have it lifted up and disappear into the depths of his mouth. He layed the box onto his drawer, and then layed himself back down onto the bed.
And he waited.
He always waited.
And he never stopped waiting.
Always waiting for something to happen to him.
Each time a different thing.
Crash.
How early was it? He normally always woke up at this time.
Yet, something seemed to be on his mind.
Picking himself up, he quickly brushed himself off, grasping the old skateboard to hold him self up, as he looked as his fresh scrape, blemishing his knee.
Sand gritted the small ‘wound’, his head bent downward.
He didn’t need to cover his eye at this time of morning, finding that people blindly drove by, or just plainly didn’t come out.
Why did he find the need to call himself so indifferent from these homo-sapiens?
Of course, his eyes were different colors.
Maybe it was a genetic disorder.
Brushing his auburn-red hair from his face, he looked upward, seeing that the sun was beginning to ‘rise’.
Perhaps it was time to get to black coffee, to wake him self up, not to mention that if he didn’t, he would be nodding off at work.
“I’ll have to wash myself off when I stop by Starbucks.”
After a long debate, that’s what he decided.
Slamming his skateboard into the cement, he kicked off, scooting the skateboard uneasily across it.
Of course, it didn’t take long to arrive at star bucks.
He ordered the usual, boss brewed coffee, and took a seat, grasping a magazine.
By now, he already moved his hair back into his right eye, his green eye gleaming.
He always preferred the looks of his green side—being that his blue looked too ‘innocent’.
Seth urged himself to wake up. His mind was yelling in his head for him to do so, but his body wanted to lie in bed for all enternity and waste away. Finally, he heard the rude awakening of the alarm clock that he had been so fixaded on before and that got him jumping up. Shreeking at the alarming sound, he rubbed his eyes with annoyance. Mornings really sucked alot. He yawned and slowly pulled off the covers and jumped out of bed, his feet landing on the cold floor. Seth 'eeped' as the ground burned his feet like ice. Quickly he put on his fuzzy little slippers that were convienitly always next to the bed.
Walking into the kitchen with his bed head, blood shot eyes, and shivering body, he went over to the Coffee maker.
He gasped.
It was horrifying, it was excruitating, the most pitiful site he had ever seen in his life.
"N-no more coffee! NOOOO!!!!"
His hands clutched his messy hair, moaning at the cruel reality. How could he survive his morning without his coffee? Looking out the window he realized that Starbucks was open and not too far away from his little house. He ran to his bathroom, and in his pajamas he turned on the shower, standing fully clothed under the hot droplets showering down on him. He poured shampoo onto his hair and scrubed it masivley. Then he ran out, dressed himself with dry cloths, brushed his hair, and ran out.
He ran and he ran, down the road until he could reach the townish area of the Suburbs. Madly shifted his head around, looking for Starbucks, he spotted it finally. Running once again, he zoomed in, banging into people.
"S-Sorry! E-exuse me!! OH! Sorry!"
Really, he could never act normally in front of people. When he was alone he was fine. But when he was with someone he always stuttered, shifted uncomfortably, and was afraid of everything. Well, he was afraid of everything.
“Ah! Fucking shit!”
There, came the curses of the red-headed mentis, coffee spilled all over his lap, as he jumped upward.
Apparently, the boy, Seth, had rammed into his table, therefore, causing his coffee to spill, of course, his hair brushing from his right eye from it.
This caused him to quickly close his eyes, and fix it.
After a moment, he quickly gathered himself together, glancing toward the perpetrator of the spilled coffee.
He apologized, didn’t he? That had to mean something, he guessed.
“It’ll be alright.”
His tone was low, as he glanced downward at the black coffee.
Now, he had nothing to wake himself with.
Perfect.
“It’ll come out. But I’ll be late for work.”
Takei frowned at this, scratching his head.
He was practically broke now, already in dept for his apartment rent, meaning, he couldn’t afford to get another coffee.
One side of him wanted to be pissed; the other worried that he’d be late.
Seth gasped as he saw the spilled coffee. He quickly fumbled over, taking a bunch of napkins and trying as much as he could to clean up the mess.
"Oh I'm s-so sorry! Um! I'm t-terribly sorry! Ack! I'll buy m-more for you!!!"
He felt so stupid, making a mess like this. These things always happened to him, didn't they? He was always ruining people's lives. That's what everyone else told him anyway.
"Um, w-what did you have? I'll get it! I p-promise!"
Oh, and now the guy was going to be late to work too. Today just wasn't that great at all, was it? He then realized he had only brought enough money for himself. So much for getting through the morning.
“Its fine, told you not to worry about it.”
Takei reassured, waving a hand, bending downward, to help clean up.
“No, you don’t have the money. It was just a surprise.”
He shrugged a bit, the stammering beginning to annoy the hell out of him.
How did he know that already?
He felt like some sort of psychic or something, able to ‘read minds’.
Of course, he knew psychics weren’t real, what a ‘load of hoey’.
Or at least, that’s what people at work had told the short boy.
Speaking of height, his ‘keen eye’ noticed that the other boy, Seth, was three inches taller than he, and possibly a year older, to the same age.
Because of this, he debated upon telling him his name, or asking for his.
“I’m Takei, by the way.”
He introduced, without asking for his name.
He would have to do that on his own time.
Seth blushed nervously, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
"Sorry again....And um, m-my name's Seth."
Then as Seth looked at Takei a bit longer, he realized something.
"Ah! You're a rebmevon too! Aren't you?"
Funny, it seemed that his stammering had stopped right now. Probably since he hadn't met another Rebmevon for a while now. He was homesick, you could say. Smiling, he took out his wallet.
"No really, i'll pay for it. I couldn't possibly not."
He took out all his money, glancing over to Takei.
"I'm a water elemental by the way. What are you? Oh, and what kind of coffee did you have?"
It was nice to talk without fumbling and stammering. He realized that it annoyed the hell out of people, and he didn't like that. He had never really had a friend before, so Seth was always out of his way to make one. And this guy was so far the nicest guy he'd met. Maybe, just maybe, he could be his friend.
“Rebmevon..?”
Takei looked completely confused, as the boy talked.
What was a rebmevon?
Maybe that was the sick feeling he’d had in the pit of his stomach, for the longest time.
Or, that could be indigestion.
“Naw, I don’t need another. That spilled coffee woke me up; besides that, I only work as a bag boy at Publix. So I don’t need to dress professionally. I can wash my jeans later.”
Takei sighed audibly, in his confusion.
What was he going to say about the power that Seth had described?
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I haven’t been about to remember anything about my ‘past’.”
Would that boy possibly know anything?
He couldn't remember? Seth knew that the guy was a rebmevon, he knew that for sure, but aparently he couldn't remember his past? That was just awful. If only they had a Mentis around.
Seth frowned, placing a hand on his hip.
"Well, I gues I could help you remember. You know, like tell you things about our race that might help trigger your memories."
He leaned foward, scrunching up his face.
"Wait, you probably dont even remember that you're from another planet, do you?"
Well that really sucked. And the guy was probably going to freak out from this and not believe him. Seth didn't understand why humans didn't believe in the supernatural, it was right there in front of them.
"And you probably don't remember that you have powers, do you? Well, i'm going to help you regain them!"
Seth smiled. He never had been able to help anyone out before, so this was his big chance. It was fun, and felt nice to be helpful.
“No. I don’t.”
Takei shook his head slightly.
It was starting to come back to him, powers excluded.
The only thing that he really remembered was slamming into the Earth, in a pod, and waking up, wondering who he was, in the hospital.
So, he was given a name, Takei P. Williams.
“How’ll you help me regain my powers, if you don’t know what they are?”
The red-head’s expression changed to a frown.
He decided that he had to call in sick, to work, if he ever wanted to remember anything.
“Alright. We’ll go to my apartment and talk this over. Its five minutes by foot, two minutes by skateboard.”, he informed, turning away, picking his skateboard from the ground, and walking toward the door.
He wanted to show him his discolored eyes, in hopes that it would give him a clue, of what he was.
Seth put a finger to his mouth, cutely, pondering on how they would figure out his power.
"Well, I don't know, I can ask you to try to do things and maybe that would help."
And then he heard the word 'skateboard'. Oh.No. Seth was DEATHLY afraid of skateboards for some reason. Partly because when he was a kid he tried using one and well, let's just say it didn't end right.
"U-um! S-skateboard! Uh, I d-don't think that w-would uh be a good i-idea..."
He winced. So much for not studdering. Then he sighed, things were never easy. He wish he could be more confident, like he was a little while ago. He also wished he had someone to help him be more confident. Then an idea struck him. Maybe, in a sort of a trade like way, he could try to help Takei with his powers, and Takei could help him with his confidence. Seth smiled at that, it was a good idea.
Seth stared at the clock, good and hard for a long time. The neon numbers probably burning through his eyes, blinding him as he continued to stare. He didn't care though, he was just as bored as ever, and the numbers kept him occupied. Seth would count down in his mind, waiting, waiting, and waiting for the next number to appear. It never changed on time though, he noted. This planet's time keep was off by a few seconds; he found that everywhere. Nobody ever had the right exact time. There were always at least a few seconds too late or too early.
Seth sighed and gave up on this silly game of time keeping. He rolled back on this left side, still seeing the bright neon numbers implanted in his eyes.
"3:00 a.m., will I ever get to sleep?"
He spoke this out loud, not caring. There was no one there to hear him anyway. He always liked talking to himself, as lame as that might sound. It was just that he was the only one who cared when he was talking. No one else ever did.
He reached over to his drawers located right to the left of his bed. He hand went into the top draw, searching blindly until he came across the wondrous box of his. When his hand clutched around the box, he let out a sigh of relief.
"At least this planet is good for something. Ambiem."
Seth took out the box, and emptied a single pill into the palm of his hand, only to have it lifted up and disappear into the depths of his mouth. He layed the box onto his drawer, and then layed himself back down onto the bed.
And he waited.
He always waited.
And he never stopped waiting.
Always waiting for something to happen to him.
Each time a different thing.
Crash.
How early was it? He normally always woke up at this time.
Yet, something seemed to be on his mind.
Picking himself up, he quickly brushed himself off, grasping the old skateboard to hold him self up, as he looked as his fresh scrape, blemishing his knee.
Sand gritted the small ‘wound’, his head bent downward.
He didn’t need to cover his eye at this time of morning, finding that people blindly drove by, or just plainly didn’t come out.
Why did he find the need to call himself so indifferent from these homo-sapiens?
Of course, his eyes were different colors.
Maybe it was a genetic disorder.
Brushing his auburn-red hair from his face, he looked upward, seeing that the sun was beginning to ‘rise’.
Perhaps it was time to get to black coffee, to wake him self up, not to mention that if he didn’t, he would be nodding off at work.
“I’ll have to wash myself off when I stop by Starbucks.”
After a long debate, that’s what he decided.
Slamming his skateboard into the cement, he kicked off, scooting the skateboard uneasily across it.
Of course, it didn’t take long to arrive at star bucks.
He ordered the usual, boss brewed coffee, and took a seat, grasping a magazine.
By now, he already moved his hair back into his right eye, his green eye gleaming.
He always preferred the looks of his green side—being that his blue looked too ‘innocent’.
Seth urged himself to wake up. His mind was yelling in his head for him to do so, but his body wanted to lie in bed for all enternity and waste away. Finally, he heard the rude awakening of the alarm clock that he had been so fixaded on before and that got him jumping up. Shreeking at the alarming sound, he rubbed his eyes with annoyance. Mornings really sucked alot. He yawned and slowly pulled off the covers and jumped out of bed, his feet landing on the cold floor. Seth 'eeped' as the ground burned his feet like ice. Quickly he put on his fuzzy little slippers that were convienitly always next to the bed.
Walking into the kitchen with his bed head, blood shot eyes, and shivering body, he went over to the Coffee maker.
He gasped.
It was horrifying, it was excruitating, the most pitiful site he had ever seen in his life.
"N-no more coffee! NOOOO!!!!"
His hands clutched his messy hair, moaning at the cruel reality. How could he survive his morning without his coffee? Looking out the window he realized that Starbucks was open and not too far away from his little house. He ran to his bathroom, and in his pajamas he turned on the shower, standing fully clothed under the hot droplets showering down on him. He poured shampoo onto his hair and scrubed it masivley. Then he ran out, dressed himself with dry cloths, brushed his hair, and ran out.
He ran and he ran, down the road until he could reach the townish area of the Suburbs. Madly shifted his head around, looking for Starbucks, he spotted it finally. Running once again, he zoomed in, banging into people.
"S-Sorry! E-exuse me!! OH! Sorry!"
Really, he could never act normally in front of people. When he was alone he was fine. But when he was with someone he always stuttered, shifted uncomfortably, and was afraid of everything. Well, he was afraid of everything.
“Ah! Fucking shit!”
There, came the curses of the red-headed mentis, coffee spilled all over his lap, as he jumped upward.
Apparently, the boy, Seth, had rammed into his table, therefore, causing his coffee to spill, of course, his hair brushing from his right eye from it.
This caused him to quickly close his eyes, and fix it.
After a moment, he quickly gathered himself together, glancing toward the perpetrator of the spilled coffee.
He apologized, didn’t he? That had to mean something, he guessed.
“It’ll be alright.”
His tone was low, as he glanced downward at the black coffee.
Now, he had nothing to wake himself with.
Perfect.
“It’ll come out. But I’ll be late for work.”
Takei frowned at this, scratching his head.
He was practically broke now, already in dept for his apartment rent, meaning, he couldn’t afford to get another coffee.
One side of him wanted to be pissed; the other worried that he’d be late.
Seth gasped as he saw the spilled coffee. He quickly fumbled over, taking a bunch of napkins and trying as much as he could to clean up the mess.
"Oh I'm s-so sorry! Um! I'm t-terribly sorry! Ack! I'll buy m-more for you!!!"
He felt so stupid, making a mess like this. These things always happened to him, didn't they? He was always ruining people's lives. That's what everyone else told him anyway.
"Um, w-what did you have? I'll get it! I p-promise!"
Oh, and now the guy was going to be late to work too. Today just wasn't that great at all, was it? He then realized he had only brought enough money for himself. So much for getting through the morning.
“Its fine, told you not to worry about it.”
Takei reassured, waving a hand, bending downward, to help clean up.
“No, you don’t have the money. It was just a surprise.”
He shrugged a bit, the stammering beginning to annoy the hell out of him.
How did he know that already?
He felt like some sort of psychic or something, able to ‘read minds’.
Of course, he knew psychics weren’t real, what a ‘load of hoey’.
Or at least, that’s what people at work had told the short boy.
Speaking of height, his ‘keen eye’ noticed that the other boy, Seth, was three inches taller than he, and possibly a year older, to the same age.
Because of this, he debated upon telling him his name, or asking for his.
“I’m Takei, by the way.”
He introduced, without asking for his name.
He would have to do that on his own time.
Seth blushed nervously, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
"Sorry again....And um, m-my name's Seth."
Then as Seth looked at Takei a bit longer, he realized something.
"Ah! You're a rebmevon too! Aren't you?"
Funny, it seemed that his stammering had stopped right now. Probably since he hadn't met another Rebmevon for a while now. He was homesick, you could say. Smiling, he took out his wallet.
"No really, i'll pay for it. I couldn't possibly not."
He took out all his money, glancing over to Takei.
"I'm a water elemental by the way. What are you? Oh, and what kind of coffee did you have?"
It was nice to talk without fumbling and stammering. He realized that it annoyed the hell out of people, and he didn't like that. He had never really had a friend before, so Seth was always out of his way to make one. And this guy was so far the nicest guy he'd met. Maybe, just maybe, he could be his friend.
“Rebmevon..?”
Takei looked completely confused, as the boy talked.
What was a rebmevon?
Maybe that was the sick feeling he’d had in the pit of his stomach, for the longest time.
Or, that could be indigestion.
“Naw, I don’t need another. That spilled coffee woke me up; besides that, I only work as a bag boy at Publix. So I don’t need to dress professionally. I can wash my jeans later.”
Takei sighed audibly, in his confusion.
What was he going to say about the power that Seth had described?
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I haven’t been about to remember anything about my ‘past’.”
Would that boy possibly know anything?
He couldn't remember? Seth knew that the guy was a rebmevon, he knew that for sure, but aparently he couldn't remember his past? That was just awful. If only they had a Mentis around.
Seth frowned, placing a hand on his hip.
"Well, I gues I could help you remember. You know, like tell you things about our race that might help trigger your memories."
He leaned foward, scrunching up his face.
"Wait, you probably dont even remember that you're from another planet, do you?"
Well that really sucked. And the guy was probably going to freak out from this and not believe him. Seth didn't understand why humans didn't believe in the supernatural, it was right there in front of them.
"And you probably don't remember that you have powers, do you? Well, i'm going to help you regain them!"
Seth smiled. He never had been able to help anyone out before, so this was his big chance. It was fun, and felt nice to be helpful.
“No. I don’t.”
Takei shook his head slightly.
It was starting to come back to him, powers excluded.
The only thing that he really remembered was slamming into the Earth, in a pod, and waking up, wondering who he was, in the hospital.
So, he was given a name, Takei P. Williams.
“How’ll you help me regain my powers, if you don’t know what they are?”
The red-head’s expression changed to a frown.
He decided that he had to call in sick, to work, if he ever wanted to remember anything.
“Alright. We’ll go to my apartment and talk this over. Its five minutes by foot, two minutes by skateboard.”, he informed, turning away, picking his skateboard from the ground, and walking toward the door.
He wanted to show him his discolored eyes, in hopes that it would give him a clue, of what he was.
Seth put a finger to his mouth, cutely, pondering on how they would figure out his power.
"Well, I don't know, I can ask you to try to do things and maybe that would help."
And then he heard the word 'skateboard'. Oh.No. Seth was DEATHLY afraid of skateboards for some reason. Partly because when he was a kid he tried using one and well, let's just say it didn't end right.
"U-um! S-skateboard! Uh, I d-don't think that w-would uh be a good i-idea..."
He winced. So much for not studdering. Then he sighed, things were never easy. He wish he could be more confident, like he was a little while ago. He also wished he had someone to help him be more confident. Then an idea struck him. Maybe, in a sort of a trade like way, he could try to help Takei with his powers, and Takei could help him with his confidence. Seth smiled at that, it was a good idea.