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paixaorpg2008-12-20 08:54 pm
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Another New Arrival (Active/Open)
Character(s): Jess Aarons, anyone else who happens to stumble upon him.
Content: Jess arrives in Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: None for now.
The last few months had developed Jess Aarons' imagination in ways he never thought possible. He had created a world, liberated it from darkness, become its king, and faced his fears.He owed a lot of his new creativity to Leslie Burke, but somewhere in his head he had started to acknowledge that Leslie had only tapped into something dormant. Everything he created and conjured up in his head - all of that had been there all along. But as he started up at two giants with crossed clubs forming a spectacular gate to a city of light and domes, Jess knew that this was something far beyond his imagination - and maybe even Leslie's.
Awestruck at the city before him, Jess only barely noticed the shuffling of feet toward the gates, unconsciously entering into line with his neck craned upward. His stupor faded as he began to look at the people around him, and he noted that the whole situation reminded him of a waiting room. A waiting room to a magnificent city.
Wait...was he dead?
The color drained from the boy's face. He couldn't be dead! He was only twelve! He hadn't been doing anything dangerous! (Well, too dangerous anyway.) He thought back to Lark Creek, leaving Terabithia and getting soaked by the rain with Leslie and P.T. He remembered how she smiled when she walked back to her house. He had went home after that...and then what?
"Your name?" That the voice was calm did nothing to keep Jess from jumping as he was jostled from his own thoughts. He was now at the end of the line, standing in front of a booth manned by a stranger with a smile . Now they wanted his name? Maybe he was dead. Was he about to be judged? Oh Lord, he should have been nicer to May Belle...
"J-Jesse Oliver Aarons, Jr." It seemed best to the boy that he be as specific as possible with this sort of thing.
The man smiled, seemed to write the name down somewhere, and then handed Jess a brochure and an electronic journal. "Welcome to Paixao! Please take a complementary journal and brochure about the city."
Jess gave the man a blank expression before slowly taking the journal and brochure. He had never heard of Heaven being called ...something he wasn't even sure he knew how to say, or to be a place one would need a brochure for. However, those lingering questions seemed far less interesting than the journal. Jess had never seen anything like it - his family couldn't even afford a desktop. Jess stepped further into the city, eyes transfixed on the journal and the pamphlet. The dome, the people, the journal, the line, even the name, it all seemed too much to process.
"Where am I?"
Content: Jess arrives in Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: None for now.
The last few months had developed Jess Aarons' imagination in ways he never thought possible. He had created a world, liberated it from darkness, become its king, and faced his fears.He owed a lot of his new creativity to Leslie Burke, but somewhere in his head he had started to acknowledge that Leslie had only tapped into something dormant. Everything he created and conjured up in his head - all of that had been there all along. But as he started up at two giants with crossed clubs forming a spectacular gate to a city of light and domes, Jess knew that this was something far beyond his imagination - and maybe even Leslie's.
Awestruck at the city before him, Jess only barely noticed the shuffling of feet toward the gates, unconsciously entering into line with his neck craned upward. His stupor faded as he began to look at the people around him, and he noted that the whole situation reminded him of a waiting room. A waiting room to a magnificent city.
Wait...was he dead?
The color drained from the boy's face. He couldn't be dead! He was only twelve! He hadn't been doing anything dangerous! (Well, too dangerous anyway.) He thought back to Lark Creek, leaving Terabithia and getting soaked by the rain with Leslie and P.T. He remembered how she smiled when she walked back to her house. He had went home after that...and then what?
"Your name?" That the voice was calm did nothing to keep Jess from jumping as he was jostled from his own thoughts. He was now at the end of the line, standing in front of a booth manned by a stranger with a smile . Now they wanted his name? Maybe he was dead. Was he about to be judged? Oh Lord, he should have been nicer to May Belle...
"J-Jesse Oliver Aarons, Jr." It seemed best to the boy that he be as specific as possible with this sort of thing.
The man smiled, seemed to write the name down somewhere, and then handed Jess a brochure and an electronic journal. "Welcome to Paixao! Please take a complementary journal and brochure about the city."
Jess gave the man a blank expression before slowly taking the journal and brochure. He had never heard of Heaven being called ...something he wasn't even sure he knew how to say, or to be a place one would need a brochure for. However, those lingering questions seemed far less interesting than the journal. Jess had never seen anything like it - his family couldn't even afford a desktop. Jess stepped further into the city, eyes transfixed on the journal and the pamphlet. The dome, the people, the journal, the line, even the name, it all seemed too much to process.
"Where am I?"
no subject
But he couldn't entirely keep his thoughts off his face all the same, or keep a slight hint of annoyance from creeping into his voice.