paixaorpg | Oh, the grand entrance [Closed]

Character(s): Jim
Content: Jim's rather bumpy entrance into Paixao
Setting: right outside/inside Niflheim
Time: midday
Warnings: Mild swearing, I don't know how much is tolerated so the f-bomb is censored...

He only meant a quick trip, just another spin on the solar surfer-- now properly redesigned- and he'd be back home at the Instellar Academy, back in those tin can barracks.

Well, that's what he meant, but obviously the sky had other plans... it usually did. His home town, the harbor, the inn, who knows how far away they were by now. He neared another city now, the domes so clear from this short distance. He guessed that those nasty gusts blew him somewhere northeast, but the weather looked a lot-- different. The entire city glittered with an eerie life, shine and sparkle and emptiness. Yeah, there were people, but they sort of blended with the--

Oh, look at that-- Wham! Up and around he went, a perfect acrobat, crashing into the haywire surfer, bucking in his hands. "Oww... Damn," Jim looked down, the ground so far below and closing in rapidly. He monkeyed back onto his solar surfer, wincing as he stood, "There's no way," he snatched the solar sail and pulled it up into the sky as the secondary engine coughed and died. Still, he drifted, afloat on the luck of the wind.

Shit... again.

He'd glide into the city, that's what he'd do-- that long line at the gate, surely someone knew how to get back, or they'd give him a-- the solar surfer scraped across the air, sparks dancing along his sail, he reached to pull it out a bit. The sparks that wasn't-- "Hot, hot!" He blew off his glove, yanking the tangled sail down, pulling himself for a free-for-all drop and jump.
Down.

Down.
Falling.
Crashing. Straight into the ground.
And Everything hurt.

As the dust parted, he reached for his surfer, making sure at the very least it was still in a ride-able piece... yeah, that last upgrade cost a little too much to tear it all up right now. Oww, his body protested. He decided to lay there for a second at least, just a second, maybe a minute, or a litte
longer? That sounded good. Or he could try pulling the surfer closer to him, to guard it. No doubt if the police found him anytime soon, they'd gladly confiscate this troublemaker's weapon of choice. No
#*%@ way, he threw too much time and hard-earned-- okay, dragging anything was a bad idea, especially his numb body. Though nothing was truly broken, it would've hurt more-- and no bone in his body was breaking without his permission, in advance. His mother could get any doctor to patch him up these days, but his baby days lie in the past. Come one, let's get up and get the damn surfer, 'kay? Good enough, good enough, the surfer pillowed his head and he slept, leaving the future for tomorrow.

About the future and tomorrow? Well, let's say it was a little impatient. Two arms hauled Jim up, oh, just like the good ol' days. Mom'd kill him if he broke his probation again. "Come on, kid, you have to wait in line like the rest of them!" a voice gruff, kind, and in no way the mechanical voice of the normal officers, "No cheating next time, that's why we have our domes, you see!"
He dared an open eye, letting the other stay happily swollen shut, "I wasn't cheating. I'm ... lost."
The twig of man just laughed again, "Yeah, well, any entrance in the city is by the gate, no fancy stuff. Let's walk a bit."
"Ah-ah, no. I need my surfer. Can you just--"
The man worked through the straps on Jim's back to attach the halfway disassembled sail. Jim waddled like some exotic fish out water, leaning heavily on the other man, and trying to ignore the stares at his back sail... fin.
"Well, I think you spent your waiting time unconscious, so get yourself to a doctor as soon as you can. You look a little rough. Welcome to Paixao!"
Jim barely had time to register the great ice gates before the line shoved him into the city with a tiny black gadget in his hands.

"Hey! What is this?"
No one bothered to answer.
"Well, thanks..."