I'm A Powerload

just watch me explode

Who would have every thought that spending a few years in a concrete box under two stories of dirt would prepare him to live on another planet? When he was in that God forsaken box he never knew exactly when it was day or when it was night; so he devised a way of keeping himself busy reciting chemical formulas, working out, etc. He knew how long each activity took, as he had counted them out to the exact seconds, and when he worked himself for a certain amount of hours he would force himself to rest... And people wonder how he got to be this way.

The small bed of grass padding he was laying on gave Jace an excellent view of the night sky, which he was watching intently. There were several people around him, most were growers, but there was at least one watcher. Their breathing was staggered, and most tossed in their sleep, restless. It was difficult to sleep with nearly three days of night; unless you were used to the darkness. Dark eyes darted from the night sky to the limp, restless, bodies around him. They were out, hard, it looked like the after party of Rolling Stones concert.

With near silent movements, Jace rolled on to his elbows and lifted himself up. He was barefoot, with only a pair of jeans on; no shirt as he had gotten hot in the night. Seems that was a lucky thing as it allowed for even quieter movement. Like a large, tattooed, ninja he tiptoed out of the group and made his way out of camp toward where he knew the river to be. Could he actually get away from them? Better question, did he want to? Sure he hated being worked like a cheap slave, but nobody even knew what was really out there.

After a few minutes of walking he could make out the soft babbling of the river. He jogged happily forward and stepped into the water; it was cold but not unbearable. Enjoying the feeling, much like a penned dog that had been let out for the first time in years, he spotted a smooth rock with a single sharp point in the water. He quickly grabbed it, and stepping out of the river, proceed to beat the bracelet on his ankle like it had spoken bad about his mother. After a few moments of pounding the bracelet with a rock, Jace dropped it with a heavy sigh... The light was still on the bracelet, and the bracelet was still on his leg... Damn. He really needed his tools and supplies. Mid thought, a sudden stinging in his ankle made him look down again. In the dim light of the night, he saw that a few of his strokes had missed and his foot was now a nice scarlet color; pretty, but painful.

With another heavy and annoyed sigh, he stepped back into the cool water and began walking down stream to see if he could find some plant or something to wrap around his ankle. No telling what creepy crawlies there were out here that want to have his blood in their body more than he wanted it in his. So he proceeded casually down the river until the rocks bothered his bare feet, so he walked along the beach. Eventually coming to a smooth bank on the river, he could make out what looked like a single dark stone in the middle of the beach. Hopefully it was a stone and not Gengar or something that required more explosives to kill. As he took only a few steps closer he heard the Gengar shout out, Okay, really, that's close enough.

”S*&T fire mother f*&$#r!!” They were the first four words, along with quite a few others in a thick Irish accent, that came to mind as the wild Gengar attacked... Well actually it didn't, it just sat there. Now that he thought about it, it was probably a person. Oh yeah, Pokemon didn't exist... He'd just keep that thought succession to himself, ”Pardon me course language lass...” Hopefully it wasn't a man with a sexy female voice, ”But ye scared the hell outta me... Who are ye, and what the hell are ye doin' out 'ere in the middle o' the night.” He asked as if he had the right to know, like it was his beach; maybe that would intimidate her if she was a watcher. In the dim light that his eyes were pretty used to by now, he could make out red hair, and that she was on the ground, and somewhat smaller than him... But hey, she had a fine shadowy figure... Damn he'd been in prison too long.