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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain                     Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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Everyone was, of course, off with their families for the holidays. Grey usually went to visit relatives, if he had any. Kirbynite had his own family, Melvin had... robots, even JD was occupied for the holidays. They were all opening gifts, stuffing themselves with treats, playing with toys and games, and frolicking in the newfallen snow outside. But there was one person who sat alone on Christmas day, staring out his window at the world outside. There was never any snow in the desert... A shack in the middle of a barren wasteland lay as the current home of a nomadic gentleman who refused to leave the peace and isolation of the harsh environs. His friends gone, his family long since a memory, Johnathan sat utterly alone in the midst of the Gobi sands. He had cooked a snake in the sun, and feasted on that for the time being, chopping its meager meat upon a table made from smoothly-cut stone, saving it from the same fate as its sandy bretheren. The ice Johnathan conjured from the vapor in the air barely held its form for minutes before melting in the desert heat, but Johnathan made do. At least there was plenty of water. He pulled his sleeveless coat closer to himself. Better to stay covered than to have the sun shine on you out here. He missed the cold of civilization, he missed his studies, and even now he missed his books. Very few were scrounged from the wreckage of his and Grey's vessel, and Johnathan had read them all many times in the ensuing months. Now it was Christmas, and Johnathan would have liked nothing more than a gift of text, but alas did the spirit remain gone. Johnathan chewed thoughtfully on a piece of meat, speared delicately with a fork of pure ice that began to melt in his hands even as he tasted its damp edge. He exhaled a quick breath that shimmered in the heat before dissolving, its water reabsorbed into Johnathan's body. He contemplated doing something that he knew he shouldn't do... Something that'd make a very big mess when it was finished. But he had the power, and he had the want. Yes. It was time for things to cool down around here. He finished eating, cleaned his plate, and stood. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a small pyramid-like object, a gift from long ago. Johnathan turned towards his window and exp He left the sanctity of the shack and opened the rickety front door. The heat from outside hit him like a punch in the stomach, and he felt dizzier just from exposure. Nevertheless, he retained his concentration, taking the pyramid in his hand and clasping a fist around it. It was tiny, and its points felt sharp in his closed hand. He raised the hand to the sky, and stared straight into the sun, his spectacles going dark to protect his eyes. Johnathan squinted slightly and began to concentrate. The sun beat down on his face as if to tell him he was making a mistake, to urge him to return to his cabin and live out the holiday without event. Johnathan's angry reply was unmistakable: He would persevere. The sun beat harder, begging him to stop, but already the clouds had begun to swirl. Johnathan felt his anger growing, and used it against the environment around him. Soon the sky had darkened and greyed with the low-formed clouds that hung above Johnathan's head. He felt his surroundings fall in temperature as the sun bcame blocked by their vaporous fury. The jungle to the south wouldn't need all that moisture for a few hours, at least... There was a roll of thunder from the skies, and Johnathan felt more and more alert as the desert around him fell to freezing temperatures. This was it! The skies erupted, the clouds swirled, and there was a flash of lightning that would make a film special effects crew shudder in fear. All around Johnathan, cold winds blew that sifted and swished the sand around him into a furious storm. It whipped at him, a final assault from the desperate desert to maintain its sanctity. Toads burrowed into the ground, and snakes and rabbits retreated into their homes, never knowing this degree of frozen horror that had beset them. There was one final, loud rumble... ...And a gentle snowfall began to overtake the sandy desert. It fell in flakes tiny and quaint, whitening the sun-bleached sand in ways it had never before experienced. Soon there was a fine blanket of snow on the ground, caking itself around Johnathan's feet and filling his brimless hat with fractals. Johnathan surveyed his surroundings. It was only a two or three square mile effect, but it was certainly enough for him. He then did something he had not done in a very long time, indeed since he had arrived in this hellhole. He smiled. He smiled, and as he walked back into his cabin to mix himself a cup of hot chocolate, he uttered to nobody in particular something he never thought he'd be able to say again. Johnathan: "Merry Christmas..." |
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