Living Proof {Sempage, open}
Aug 8, 2010 13:07:53 GMT -5
Post by Molly on Aug 8, 2010 13:07:53 GMT -5
[shadow=FF3D0D,left,300] Reid [/shadow]
Staring at the hard, cold wall with its baren color, a pale brown, Reid’s eyes would not move. This wall was attracting him for way he had no words for. He tried to think of a way out of this situation, but nothing came to mind. It was as if he was paralyzed-no movement of any sort. This also happened with limited thought process. There was nothing he could do beside sit and wait it out. His favorite book sit only inches away from him on the bed. It was begging to be read. But Reid’s hands wouldn’t oblige. This time his mind couldn’t think of a way out of this, he was stuck.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Reid looks around the room afraid that if he doesn’t move he will be stuck once again. That was until Reid took in the situation. He had dreamt of this. He thought it silly that he of all people would have a dream but then again. The best philosophers and scientists he looks up to had dreams of a sort. So Reid scampered out of bed, his body lethargic from the dream state he had just left. Grabbing a new pair of some type of shorts he has never seen- a fabric that seemed almost soft to the hands- and the only type of shirts he had in his compartment-the tight kind which he does not remember buying, ever.
Reid, after getting ready for the day, picks up his book- The Great Minds of the Future, Training the Past: Part XXV- and sits on the soil outside of his house. Here, he is away from the wall that had made him dream that night. But this was the same book that was in his dream. Yet, this was his favorite to read (OOC: No pun intended) so he thought there might be something he had missed, even though he read it over 20 times. So once again he scanned the pages, looking for anything on dreams or confusing reality.
Scanning the index he had found something, going to page 3091 he had found what he was looking for. Dementia-Deterioration of intellectual faculties, such as memory, concentration, and judgment, resulting from an organic disease or a disorder of. This pin-pointed exactly what he was facing. So instead of wallowing in his now formed self pity, Reid decided to place the book back inside and go for a walk, to try and clear his head.
“Oh Reid, don’t be so stupid. It’s me that bought those clothes. You better not throw these away like you did the other ones. They cost a lot of money, you know? And one way or another, your just wasting your money, so in the end, the joke is on you.”
It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes into the walk before he reached stores and other homes. He lived so far away from everyone else-shunned by whomever thought him strange. Placing his hands in his new pant pockets he trudged down the path way. It wasn’t until he passed a small ally way when he heard a sort of scream or yelp of pain. At first he thought it was a wounded animal, seeing as though many animals happen to stumble upon things and get hurt easily. But the closer he got down the dark, dank, ally way the more he realized how human that pain sounded in his ears.
“Hey, is anybody out there? I am going to come closer to see if you need help, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Reid said this in a sweet and gentle voice, afraid to scare away whatever was hiding behind or rather, inside that ally way. He crept closer toward the noise and he then began to check his pockets. He had some medical supplies with him if whatever was crying was hurting. He was prepared.
Waking up in a cold sweat, Reid looks around the room afraid that if he doesn’t move he will be stuck once again. That was until Reid took in the situation. He had dreamt of this. He thought it silly that he of all people would have a dream but then again. The best philosophers and scientists he looks up to had dreams of a sort. So Reid scampered out of bed, his body lethargic from the dream state he had just left. Grabbing a new pair of some type of shorts he has never seen- a fabric that seemed almost soft to the hands- and the only type of shirts he had in his compartment-the tight kind which he does not remember buying, ever.
Reid, after getting ready for the day, picks up his book- The Great Minds of the Future, Training the Past: Part XXV- and sits on the soil outside of his house. Here, he is away from the wall that had made him dream that night. But this was the same book that was in his dream. Yet, this was his favorite to read (OOC: No pun intended) so he thought there might be something he had missed, even though he read it over 20 times. So once again he scanned the pages, looking for anything on dreams or confusing reality.
Scanning the index he had found something, going to page 3091 he had found what he was looking for. Dementia-Deterioration of intellectual faculties, such as memory, concentration, and judgment, resulting from an organic disease or a disorder of. This pin-pointed exactly what he was facing. So instead of wallowing in his now formed self pity, Reid decided to place the book back inside and go for a walk, to try and clear his head.
“Oh Reid, don’t be so stupid. It’s me that bought those clothes. You better not throw these away like you did the other ones. They cost a lot of money, you know? And one way or another, your just wasting your money, so in the end, the joke is on you.”
It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes into the walk before he reached stores and other homes. He lived so far away from everyone else-shunned by whomever thought him strange. Placing his hands in his new pant pockets he trudged down the path way. It wasn’t until he passed a small ally way when he heard a sort of scream or yelp of pain. At first he thought it was a wounded animal, seeing as though many animals happen to stumble upon things and get hurt easily. But the closer he got down the dark, dank, ally way the more he realized how human that pain sounded in his ears.
“Hey, is anybody out there? I am going to come closer to see if you need help, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Reid said this in a sweet and gentle voice, afraid to scare away whatever was hiding behind or rather, inside that ally way. He crept closer toward the noise and he then began to check his pockets. He had some medical supplies with him if whatever was crying was hurting. He was prepared.
