As the bright sun-rays managed to find their way through a small crack in the wall, into the tiny, closet sized bedroom. Jason woke up with a deep, gloomy, frowned expression on his forehead. Managing to find the right half of his body still on the ragged bed, while his other half was clearly leaning towards the wooden floor. It was another one of those restless nights... the same dream playing inside his mind over, and over again. Or, was it truly a dream? The hermit slowly shook his sleepy head. He knew that dream was a fragment of his memory. A young, fresh event that took place not long before today. Jason struggled to get himself up, soft stings and cracks forcing him to pause in each movement he attempted to make.
Today was the day of 'Judgement', as he called it. The Elimination... whatever it was supposed to be. Jason groaned as every step he made was a slow one, yawning excessively as the simple living room greeted our hermit friend. Nothing too special to note, it wasn't poorly kept together with cardboards, nails and glue. But it wasn't something someone in high-town would want to life in either. But, it was home. After cleaning himself, as well as dressing up in his 'Special' clothing, Jason gave a deep sigh before dropping himself on the ragged, cloth couch. A few feet from said couch, was small, oak-brown, wooden desk. Serving as a platform for a television which was rarely watched. Instead, Jason used the darkened screen to project his own imagination, thinking about his past, present and possible future.
- “You're so lucky brother! You get to partake in the Elimination and earn your freedom.”
Jason's sapphire blue eyes widened with shock. “Amy?” The hermit spoke in a deep, but soft voice. On the darkened television screen, appeared a young girl with bright, long blond hair hanging over her head. She had the same, honest, sapphire blue eyes as her brother. And after hearing her name she smiled widely, nodding at the man in front of her.
- “I am sorry for dragging you with me brother...”
The little girl lowered her head in apology. Which Jason responded to, “Don't be. I choose this path myself, and I'll continue walking it for as long as I can.” With another wide smile the girl rose her head, waving cheerfully before disappearing into the darkness once more. “So long as you remain safe...” Was all the hermit mumbled before rising from the cloth couch, and turning his gaze towards the nearest wall. On it, hung a dark brown, leather sheath. Holding a custom made weapon, the only thing Jason has left from his family. After glaring at it for a few moments, he removed the sheath from the nail it was resting on and slung it over his shoulder, clipping the loose straps along his torso so the sheath would rest on his back.
After giving his house one last goodbye, Jason turned his back to the building and made his way towards the train station. After treating himself to a last decent meal, and buying himself a ticket, the hermit stepped onto the platform. The sharp wind, produced by the arriving transport, continuously toying with his long, sand brown scarf. The citizens stepping into the train along with Jason, gave the hermit a cold, steely stare. They knew exactly who he was, a criminal, and soon to be participator in the Elimination. The adventurous ride was how Jason imagined it to be, cold and awkward. Passengers kept staring at him like he was the odd one out. Well, he was, in a sense. His clothing had that, 'I-am-not-like-you' charm. Whether people would think he was a mutant or criminal didn't matter. He was not one of them, that was certain...
When the train had halted. Jason hopped off the transportation device, giving his eyes the time to absorb the amazing centre of Windtropollis. His home was nothing compared to the buildings that were surrounding him at this very moment, not in the least. The hermit was to be snapped out of his trance by a random passer-by accidentally bumping into his shoulder, he was that much amazed by the place. It was only after a moments of distractions and wandering, when Jason finally spotted the supposed hotel he'd stay for now. “The Elimination.” the Hermit murmured in his own thoughts...
The guard watching the front door gave Jason a firm sneer, as well as some instructions. But that all faded away after meeting with one of the most beautiful sights ever seen by Jason's eyes. Quite intriguing, and it was only the entrance. “412.” A woman at the desk spoke to Jason, she seemed to know why he was here, or at least that he was meant to be here. Go to room, present thyself properly. The Hermit made a quick notation on his mind. He'd need to look presentable, for who? Was his current clothing intimidating? Wasn't it presentable? Jason did not question anything, but there was no reason as to why not present himself in his current attire. They would have to cope with it...
Today was the day of 'Judgement', as he called it. The Elimination... whatever it was supposed to be. Jason groaned as every step he made was a slow one, yawning excessively as the simple living room greeted our hermit friend. Nothing too special to note, it wasn't poorly kept together with cardboards, nails and glue. But it wasn't something someone in high-town would want to life in either. But, it was home. After cleaning himself, as well as dressing up in his 'Special' clothing, Jason gave a deep sigh before dropping himself on the ragged, cloth couch. A few feet from said couch, was small, oak-brown, wooden desk. Serving as a platform for a television which was rarely watched. Instead, Jason used the darkened screen to project his own imagination, thinking about his past, present and possible future.
- “You're so lucky brother! You get to partake in the Elimination and earn your freedom.”
Jason's sapphire blue eyes widened with shock. “Amy?” The hermit spoke in a deep, but soft voice. On the darkened television screen, appeared a young girl with bright, long blond hair hanging over her head. She had the same, honest, sapphire blue eyes as her brother. And after hearing her name she smiled widely, nodding at the man in front of her.
- “I am sorry for dragging you with me brother...”
The little girl lowered her head in apology. Which Jason responded to, “Don't be. I choose this path myself, and I'll continue walking it for as long as I can.” With another wide smile the girl rose her head, waving cheerfully before disappearing into the darkness once more. “So long as you remain safe...” Was all the hermit mumbled before rising from the cloth couch, and turning his gaze towards the nearest wall. On it, hung a dark brown, leather sheath. Holding a custom made weapon, the only thing Jason has left from his family. After glaring at it for a few moments, he removed the sheath from the nail it was resting on and slung it over his shoulder, clipping the loose straps along his torso so the sheath would rest on his back.
After giving his house one last goodbye, Jason turned his back to the building and made his way towards the train station. After treating himself to a last decent meal, and buying himself a ticket, the hermit stepped onto the platform. The sharp wind, produced by the arriving transport, continuously toying with his long, sand brown scarf. The citizens stepping into the train along with Jason, gave the hermit a cold, steely stare. They knew exactly who he was, a criminal, and soon to be participator in the Elimination. The adventurous ride was how Jason imagined it to be, cold and awkward. Passengers kept staring at him like he was the odd one out. Well, he was, in a sense. His clothing had that, 'I-am-not-like-you' charm. Whether people would think he was a mutant or criminal didn't matter. He was not one of them, that was certain...
When the train had halted. Jason hopped off the transportation device, giving his eyes the time to absorb the amazing centre of Windtropollis. His home was nothing compared to the buildings that were surrounding him at this very moment, not in the least. The hermit was to be snapped out of his trance by a random passer-by accidentally bumping into his shoulder, he was that much amazed by the place. It was only after a moments of distractions and wandering, when Jason finally spotted the supposed hotel he'd stay for now. “The Elimination.” the Hermit murmured in his own thoughts...
The guard watching the front door gave Jason a firm sneer, as well as some instructions. But that all faded away after meeting with one of the most beautiful sights ever seen by Jason's eyes. Quite intriguing, and it was only the entrance. “412.” A woman at the desk spoke to Jason, she seemed to know why he was here, or at least that he was meant to be here. Go to room, present thyself properly. The Hermit made a quick notation on his mind. He'd need to look presentable, for who? Was his current clothing intimidating? Wasn't it presentable? Jason did not question anything, but there was no reason as to why not present himself in his current attire. They would have to cope with it...