Post #2709118 in A Tale of Seven Children//Rebirth, a roleplay on RPG

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"The world works in a way
it doesn't give a damn on
how you feel, all it cares about
that it moves and so, I learned
to keep it inside even if I do explode
it's just me moving on eventually."

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██Caius had always believed that these kind of waking ups would be far behind him now, the deer-caught in the headlights type of moment. But, life dealt him another a-hole card. This would be the second time where the first one was in the infirmary with the midget reincarnation of Looney tunes (Illusion). He was still wrapping his head around that and about what happened in that orphanage the other day. It was still fresh and poking at it just made it rawer than ever. He highly doubted that he would ever get over it as he covered his face with his hand, trying not to make his brains blow up from all the complicated shit going on his life.

Anyways, he should try to grasp his situation right now instead of what had already happened. He removed his hand from his face and had this confused expression. How did he return to his room, exactly...? Was he that drunk not to remember? If so, he should have a major drill-hammer orchestra raging inside his head now. But, there was just silence, he could almost hear the cuckoo birds chirping as if saying nothing was inside his head to begin with, as if he doesn't know that already. Well, the absence of that meant he was not drowning in alcohol. He was sober. Did someone take him back? That won't be out of place really, knowing his promiscuous side.

He looked to his side if a body was beside him. Well, there was only him, so that's good. A one-night stand is a good way of releasing frustrations, but he really doesn't like a complicated start-up so early in the game and knowing the people staying here, it's more of a hassle. He then looked around at the rather empty-looking space which would now be his living quarters for how long? No idea, anyways, he sat up from his bed. It seemed he was alone, he held his head with one hand while sweeping his hair back a bit as he tried to recall what happened at his alcoholic venture.

He's sure that he stayed in that bar until closing time. There were flashes of him being asked by the barkeep to leave and come back again since they're off now. Then, the noisy background of the bar which had been livened up as the evening deepens. He also remembered a lot of wine bottles and various shot glasses on his table. Then, he was talking...? That was the end of his memory lane from the patches he could remember. It was odd because it was like, his memory had been cut-off. Wait... Cut-off...?

He quickly checked his body and was relieved to know that all of his body parts and organs appeared to be all accounted for. His wallet, thinner than before, was also still with him and nothing seems to be missing. He was also still in his clothes from last night. Still, he was unsettled. There was a big chunk of his memory that was completely a blank. He scratched the back of his head because nothing was really coming up. It's like his memory had been tampered with and segments were deleted. "As if that was possible..." He muttered under his breath and even with the unbelievable things that can't be simplified by the common man's logic which had been presented to him. He was still able to deny it as a whole.

"It'll come back to me eventually if it's important." That's the conclusion he made and it was his nature not to think deeply of things. For now, he sniffed himself and without doubt, he smelled of cigarettes and booze combined. He's used to it, but having a shower won't be bad to start his day. Is it still morning? Ah, he doesn't care about it anymore. He stood up and stretched his muscles for good measure. Then, he began to undress himself piece by piece. One would think he was doing a strip show, but that's just how he is and he was also alone. He felt sweaty and sticky, a cold shower would be good for him.

Taking a towel, he entered the bathroom and enjoyed the icy touch of the water tracing down every part of his skin. It was a sensation that he welcomed and certainly roused him from his sleepy daze. When, he was done, he exited the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His physique was impressive and his tan skin was still glistening from the water droplets and his dragon tattoo can be clearly seen. His brown with reddish tips of hair was damped, but ultimately, he was quite easy on the eyes, giving out that sexy and exotic sight. That was also something he's aware of it and he uses it to his advantage especially during the hay days. After all, one should use every arsenal that is available to survive and he did just that. But right now, it was different, probably, he has no idea. He really didn't like thinking too much.

For now, he should change into some clothes and so, he started rummaging through that one box that held everything of his earthly possessions. He took out his jersey jacket, a shirt, pants, and a rubber shoes to be worn by him, after a while, he was done and was now casually lounging around. The schedule given to him yesterday was forgotten and was set aside on a nearby table top, out of his interest. Instead, he was picking through his things, wondering what he should keep inside and bring out. Oh... His eyes brightened a bit. He totally forgot about it, his phone. He took it out and apparently, it has a dead battery now. "Totally forgotten about that." He took out his charger and plugged it in. After that, he continued looking through his things, not entirely concerned about whatever else besides him has plans for. He found his brass knuckles and believed it should be useful in bashing some faces he is sick of.

His attention was taken when his phone turned back on and made consistent notification sounds. He took hold of his phone and found he had a lot of messages and mixed calls. They were useless ones from useless people in his book. Though, there was an unknown number present with a very short message. "Auditorium. 12:00." But, he was not that dense to not know it came from this place's management or even from that abnormality of a dwarf. "I should just skip it." He mentioned to himself, but then he recalled all the shit that happened yesterday. "This is such a hassle. Tsk." He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he scratched his head once more as a show of frustrating annoyance. He lazily complied with the message by not answering.

It was probably early to go and he was a bit hungry and should eat something as he opened some of his canned foods. Some sardines to fill his stomach. Just like that, he took his sweet time of eating and relaxing with some instant coffee on hand. Then, he proceeded to have his dessert with some of his smokes. He went towards the nearest window and opened it as he puffed one letting the smell sooth him. It was in that zen when he remembered that he has no idea what time is it really. All he had were estimations and all that. He took out his phone and had another shit moment. It was 12:15 PM... He finished his smoke and quickly left his room. Well, whatever it was about, if he was needed or something, that midget would have done something about it. So, it was not something important, probably. If he was left behind, that was good. He wasn't in the mood for anything and just wanted some time alone, to adjust to everything. He is still picking up the pieces even if he didn't appear to be doing that. Though, showing at the auditorium would be good enough for him to say that he did try, albeit late. He eventually reached the auditorium and peeked inside first to see if anyone was still there. If none, he could just go back to his room. He was actually hoping, they left him behind, but when did things ever happen in the way he liked it to be?

Snippet #2709118

located in The Earth, 2017, a part of A Tale of Seven Children//Rebirth, one of the many universes on RPG.

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