1 Awakening [Training][Unlearning/Learning New Spec] Thu May 14, 2015 4:26 pm
Hideki Uzumaki
D-rank
"Wh... Where.... am..... i...."
an unconscious boy murmured to himself as he tried to move. He felt as though he had been asleep for years, just floating in an endless existence of nothing. He felt the ever so familiar lack of touch, except everywhere else while he was asleep, and now, he could feel what is occurring inside his body. He could feel his feelings return when before he seemingly was emotionless, thoughts swarming back into his mind as his brain began working fully once more, making him slowly and surely feel more awake by the second. He could hear the occasional chirping of birds and the sounds of what seemed to be cicadas a little ways away, and he can smell the odd smell of medicine all around him.
His mouth was as dry as bone, his throat even worse. Speech would be impossible at the moment thanks to this and the feeling of a strong thirst would overtake his thoughts. 'Drink.. Drink... Drink...' He thought over and over again as his eyes would slowly open up. His eyelids felt like strong, heavy weights pushing together as though they were testing his strength and endurance, though eventually he prevailed, only to quickly close them shut tightly once more, the impacts of light proving to pierce too deeply into his eyes, blinding them and leaving behind a strong, stinging sensation.
'Drink... Drink... Drink...' His thoughts were shrieking at him once more. It seems that the unconscious boy wouldn't be able to get any rest until he found a liquid of some sort to drink. Hopefully one was nearby, as he doesn't even know where he is yet and thus doesn't know if he's flat out of luck or not. Once more he worked against the heavy weights that were his eyelids, though this time taking a much, much slower approach. The stinging increased, of course, but this way he would be able to slowly let a little more light in until he could open his eyes entirely, which in turn would allow him the ability to see.
It took him a few minutes of struggle, but finally he had succeeded. The entire time he hadn't dared move his body, as he felt nothing over him nor around him. It was as though he was still floating in that dark abyss that was his mind except this time, he could see the things around him. It was a small room that had consisted of light colors. The floor was tiled while the walls were bare save for a clock that had been ticking at the same exact pace the entire time the boy had been awake. The boy could see he was laying in a bed of sorts with sheets and a blanket covering his body. After using his hands to push the coverings away, he could see that his own attire was a plain, light grey shirt with pants of the same color. It was a rather bland and boring, but it's better than nothing, the boy guessed.
Looking around some more, his eyes would lock onto a nearby stand. Atop this stand would be a lamp, a small book, and a glass of water that could be half full or half empty for all the boy cares. Right now though his left hand immediately shot out, grasping tightly onto the glass as he ripped it off of the stand and in front of his lips, where he leaned his head backwards, lifting the bottom of the glass up as he began downing the entire thing. At first he began to cough as the cool liquids touched his dry throat, creating a small mess, but soon enough he would be able to work the liquid down, thus allowing him to speak a lot more easily than before and also allowing him to think more clearly than before as well.
After letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy would place the now empty glass back onto the stand. 'Okay.. now to get up...' He thought to himself once more as he worked his way into a sitting position, bones cracking all the while. Soon enough, he was now sitting up and could see the small , narrow room entirely. Looking out the window, it was still daytime. Seemingly according to the clock it was around noon but the boy himself felt as though it was earlier than that. His entire body actually felt like dead weight still, as though he had woken up far earlier than before. It would be an understatement to say that the boy still wished to be asleep. While asleep he was weightless, free, peaceful. Now though he knew he had to wake up as he felt as though if he remained where he was, he would never get up again, and so he adjusted his body so his feet would slightly hover above the ground. He was ready.
WC: 827
an unconscious boy murmured to himself as he tried to move. He felt as though he had been asleep for years, just floating in an endless existence of nothing. He felt the ever so familiar lack of touch, except everywhere else while he was asleep, and now, he could feel what is occurring inside his body. He could feel his feelings return when before he seemingly was emotionless, thoughts swarming back into his mind as his brain began working fully once more, making him slowly and surely feel more awake by the second. He could hear the occasional chirping of birds and the sounds of what seemed to be cicadas a little ways away, and he can smell the odd smell of medicine all around him.
His mouth was as dry as bone, his throat even worse. Speech would be impossible at the moment thanks to this and the feeling of a strong thirst would overtake his thoughts. 'Drink.. Drink... Drink...' He thought over and over again as his eyes would slowly open up. His eyelids felt like strong, heavy weights pushing together as though they were testing his strength and endurance, though eventually he prevailed, only to quickly close them shut tightly once more, the impacts of light proving to pierce too deeply into his eyes, blinding them and leaving behind a strong, stinging sensation.
'Drink... Drink... Drink...' His thoughts were shrieking at him once more. It seems that the unconscious boy wouldn't be able to get any rest until he found a liquid of some sort to drink. Hopefully one was nearby, as he doesn't even know where he is yet and thus doesn't know if he's flat out of luck or not. Once more he worked against the heavy weights that were his eyelids, though this time taking a much, much slower approach. The stinging increased, of course, but this way he would be able to slowly let a little more light in until he could open his eyes entirely, which in turn would allow him the ability to see.
It took him a few minutes of struggle, but finally he had succeeded. The entire time he hadn't dared move his body, as he felt nothing over him nor around him. It was as though he was still floating in that dark abyss that was his mind except this time, he could see the things around him. It was a small room that had consisted of light colors. The floor was tiled while the walls were bare save for a clock that had been ticking at the same exact pace the entire time the boy had been awake. The boy could see he was laying in a bed of sorts with sheets and a blanket covering his body. After using his hands to push the coverings away, he could see that his own attire was a plain, light grey shirt with pants of the same color. It was a rather bland and boring, but it's better than nothing, the boy guessed.
Looking around some more, his eyes would lock onto a nearby stand. Atop this stand would be a lamp, a small book, and a glass of water that could be half full or half empty for all the boy cares. Right now though his left hand immediately shot out, grasping tightly onto the glass as he ripped it off of the stand and in front of his lips, where he leaned his head backwards, lifting the bottom of the glass up as he began downing the entire thing. At first he began to cough as the cool liquids touched his dry throat, creating a small mess, but soon enough he would be able to work the liquid down, thus allowing him to speak a lot more easily than before and also allowing him to think more clearly than before as well.
After letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy would place the now empty glass back onto the stand. 'Okay.. now to get up...' He thought to himself once more as he worked his way into a sitting position, bones cracking all the while. Soon enough, he was now sitting up and could see the small , narrow room entirely. Looking out the window, it was still daytime. Seemingly according to the clock it was around noon but the boy himself felt as though it was earlier than that. His entire body actually felt like dead weight still, as though he had woken up far earlier than before. It would be an understatement to say that the boy still wished to be asleep. While asleep he was weightless, free, peaceful. Now though he knew he had to wake up as he felt as though if he remained where he was, he would never get up again, and so he adjusted his body so his feet would slightly hover above the ground. He was ready.
WC: 827