Post by Felix Booker on Sept 19, 2015 18:54:41 GMT -5
Felix tossed and turned, on the alley floor. The recent events of the terrorist attack by RIOT still weighed heavy on his mind. He had been there, he had seen what had happened. He was currently entrapped in a nightmare. He was sitting in a chair, held down by an invisible force. In front of him was a television, playing the terrorist attack out from Felix's eyes. But after a while, the events on the screen, seemed to predict the future, showing him a city in chaos all because of RIOT.
He couldn't watch anymore, trying his hardest to shake out of the chair, still being held down by the force. He awoke with a start, jumping to an upright sitting position with a shout. Sarah's jacket falling onto his lap. His heart pounded in his throat, he put his hand to his head. The details of the nightmare disappearing behind the pain in his head. 'What happened?' He would wonder, as he glanced down at himself. 'Whose jacket is this?' A cold breeze blew across his bare chest, he shivered, pulling the coat closer to himself. The memories of the fight came back to him now, though only in pieces. He felt his head again, feeling the bump that had sprung up in the time of his unconsciousness. 'Hell of a headbutt.' Felix smiled a bit, he hadn't put up a very good fight, but it had been exciting.
He still held the jacket close to his chest before realizing its owner. He looked over to Sarah who had sat near by; she had obviously watched over him while he was out. Felix couldn't have been more embarrassed, he blushed, holding out the jacket. Before he could stop himself his mouth was running, "Sorry, shitty first date huh? I don't uh usually do this, y'know pass out and stuff, didn't mean to leave you hanging, was it good for you as it was for me?" He paused as the implications of what he said caught up to him. He quickly tried to recover what pride he had left. "I meant the fight, uh not that you should think anything different, or that I implied anything else." Felix looked down, the heat in his face evident. "J-just take the jacket. And where's my shirt at?"
Reaching out to the wall he managed to get himself up, with some difficulty. He spied his shirt, a few feet from him. He managed to make his way over by leaning on the wall for support. He put it on while he spoke. "So I just want to say . . . thank you." The girl had been a lifesaver, sticking around after he was knocked out, even after he had instigated the fight. "And if you need a favor, I'm your guy." He scratched the back of his head, unsure of where to go from here. Just peacin' out, and limping out the alleyway and back into the street, didn't sit well with him.
He couldn't watch anymore, trying his hardest to shake out of the chair, still being held down by the force. He awoke with a start, jumping to an upright sitting position with a shout. Sarah's jacket falling onto his lap. His heart pounded in his throat, he put his hand to his head. The details of the nightmare disappearing behind the pain in his head. 'What happened?' He would wonder, as he glanced down at himself. 'Whose jacket is this?' A cold breeze blew across his bare chest, he shivered, pulling the coat closer to himself. The memories of the fight came back to him now, though only in pieces. He felt his head again, feeling the bump that had sprung up in the time of his unconsciousness. 'Hell of a headbutt.' Felix smiled a bit, he hadn't put up a very good fight, but it had been exciting.
He still held the jacket close to his chest before realizing its owner. He looked over to Sarah who had sat near by; she had obviously watched over him while he was out. Felix couldn't have been more embarrassed, he blushed, holding out the jacket. Before he could stop himself his mouth was running, "Sorry, shitty first date huh? I don't uh usually do this, y'know pass out and stuff, didn't mean to leave you hanging, was it good for you as it was for me?" He paused as the implications of what he said caught up to him. He quickly tried to recover what pride he had left. "I meant the fight, uh not that you should think anything different, or that I implied anything else." Felix looked down, the heat in his face evident. "J-just take the jacket. And where's my shirt at?"
Reaching out to the wall he managed to get himself up, with some difficulty. He spied his shirt, a few feet from him. He managed to make his way over by leaning on the wall for support. He put it on while he spoke. "So I just want to say . . . thank you." The girl had been a lifesaver, sticking around after he was knocked out, even after he had instigated the fight. "And if you need a favor, I'm your guy." He scratched the back of his head, unsure of where to go from here. Just peacin' out, and limping out the alleyway and back into the street, didn't sit well with him.
