Snippet #769600

ARVADA, COLORADO

...the first thrill
demands another...
consequence
the trigger of the operative...


Travis slept like a log. Today was to be the start of what would be to Travis, just another normal, boring day...school, roleplaygateway, nothing interesting...

Playing Russian roulette
with a full chamber...
Miserable outcome
One and the same...

"EHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUU?U????????UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHEEEEEE..."

Travis awoke with a start. He hated his alarm. It was some Weird Tim Allen grunt in the form of a tornado siren. He hated it but it was enough to wake him up with it's loud annoying sound. Travis got up and immediately shut it off. He sat there on his bed letting the sleep wear off of him. Then he put on some clothes...yesterday's pants, and a Mariner's tee-shirt. He went to his computer and checked Roleplaygateway.

Dammit....Pikachulance you need to post...

Travis turned off the browser and went outside. He had a bus to catch and he was already a good 5 minutes late.

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About an hour later.


"...Extinguishing the sun.....wash away man! Take him with the floods!"

The bus came to a halt. Travis got up and thanked the driver. He stepped outside. Colorado morning air wasn't the most pleasant of things but it wasn't unpleasant either. Travis could just live without the cold. Yes spring was here, but it could still snow here in the spring. Travis wouldn't wait for the semester to end. Travis sighed and went to his next gate waiting for the bus. He went to his gate when something caught his eye. A motionless.....blue.....turtle. Travis blinked. Travis swore what he saw....wasn't what he was seeing. Travis had seen some crazy things in his time, but this took the cake! It wasn't possible! There was a Squirtle laying unconscious in front of him.....right now. Most of his body was hidden under a bus. And there was....a small pool of blood....which wasn't good.

Travis rushed himself over to the spot, careful not to attract any attention, and picked up the body. Thankfully, the guy was still breathing. He was just out cold. Travis could only guess a bus had recently given him quite a bump on the head. Travis looked around. His bus to school was here.

Fuck it.

Travis was going home. This guy needed help...help Travis might be able to give... Travis opened his backpack, he then placed the Squirtle in it. It was relativly large, and Squirtle easily fit in the pack. Travis just hoped he didn't wake up because the only reason Squirtle was in the backpack, was so Travis didn't get any strange looks. Travis got on a different bus and sat in the back, hoping no one would care about his backpack.

"Hold on little guy...."

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Travis arrived home and immediately set the Squirtle on the table. Travis soaked a washcloth in hot water and placed it on the Squirtle's forehead... He then began to look over the body for any other injuries. The Squirtle looked like it's arm was dislocated, and so Travis .... got a hold of himself...and popped the arm back into place.

"Sorry....little guy...."

There wasn't anything else he could do. All he could do now was wait. Travis put the injured squirtle in his bedroom, as messy as it was, and put on some low volume music. Music always seemed to help him in some way, maybe it would at least make the guy comfortable...