adam young is not your typical hellspawn (humanincarnate) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2010-04-30 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !@event, !closed, #complete, *narrative, adam young |
Miniplot Event oo2
[ooc: this was meant to be posted last night, so let's all pretend it was, mkay? >.>]
WHO: Adam Young
WHAT: Changing his mind about careers.
WHEN: Late night; around 11PM
WHERE: His cabin on his ship → his bedroom in apartment #303D.
RATING: Totally kid-friendly.
STATUS: Complete; narrative
NOTES: All guidelines/rules/etc. can be found here.
It had only been a few days and yet, already, Adam was growing a little bored with being a pirate. He'd swam across almost every inch of the ocean, he'd sailed across most of it too. He'd looked for, and found, buried treasure several times over. He'd spent some time in port, getting supplies for his ship. He'd even made himself walk the plank just to see what it was like. In short, Adam had done most everything that his young mind could think up in regards to being a pirate. And the more time he spent as one, the more he started to realize that it probably wasn't the life for him.
Which meant it was time to undo everything he'd done. It wasn't hard, of course. All he had to do was state that it was all over, and really mean it, and that would be that. No, the hard part was trying to figure out what came after that point. Did he want to, this time knowingly, change things again to suit another occupation? Or did he want to just turn things back to normal and find some new hobby?
The answer wasn't a hard one. Adam was, after all, a young boy and therefore had a certain propensity toward causing mischief. Typically he kept it tightly under wraps; he wasn't willing to risk causing real damage by letting it loose. However in the months since the Almostocalypse, he had learned a bit more how his power worked and he felt pretty sure that he could change things around easily enough without upsetting the balance of things toward Good or Bad. In his mind, so long as he wasn't aiding either side but was instead focused on himself and the people around him, it would be fine.
Which meant the question changed from whether to alter reality again, to instead just what he wanted to explore next. Going over the list that he'd gathered thanks mostly to those present within the city, he finally settled on one that he thought might be a little more exciting and far less wet. Once he'd chosen a possible occupation, the next step became sorting out all of the little details. Having created Pirate Land from his subconscious, there were things he'd had to alter to keep people from getting hurt as he'd has his fun. This time, he didn't want to have to change a thing once he'd created his little fantasy land. He wanted all of the kinks worked out ahead of time. Plus, with what he was planning, there really wasn't much room for error.
So he took his time. Hours bled into each other, minutes ticking by without the boy's notice, as he sat on the floor of his cabin and painstakingly wrote down every single detail he could think of. Anything that might prove to be trouble, anything that might lead to someone getting hurt, he did his best to take it all into consideration. Finally, around about the time eleven o'clock rolled around, he finished. Just in time too. Already he could feel sleepiness washing over him and the last thing he wanted was to fall asleep before the changes were made. That would just be disastrous.
"Right," he finally spoke out loud for the first time in hours. Dog shifted in his spot next to the boy's knee and perked his head up a bit to peer at his Master. Adam grinned faintly and rubbed the dog behind his ears as his gaze slid to the list in his other hand. "So, this is it," he tacked on. The speaking out loud wasn't necessary, but sometimes it helped to keep him focused.
"All of this pirate stuff is gone. Things need to go back to normal right now." As the ship he was sitting on began to morph and change around him, bit by bit fading away and turning back into his bedroom in the apartment he shared with two angels and a demon, Adam licked his lips and focused really hard on his list.
"Except for this stuff," he stated firmly. "This stuff is going to be around too. Just like I wrote it, thank you very much." The thank you never mattered. It wasn't as though someone was doing these things for him, but rudeness was nobody's friend and Adam figured it didn't hurt to be polite. Just in case.
No sooner had the thanks left his lips did he feel it. A change that spilled outward, from him, to everything and anything around. The smell of salt water was gone, the low din of noise provided by passing cars filling his ears. Murmurs could be heard coming from the street below and trickling into his partially opened window. No longer did those passing by sound like pirates. No longer was the room rocking to and fro from the ocean beneath it. It was all back, every last bit of it.
A roar in the distance made the boy grin. Except, as he'd already decided, for the necessities of his newest occupation. Those hadn't been there before but they were certainly present now. Another roar and the boy climbed to his feet and moved toward his window to peer out. It was dark yet, even through the pitch black of night, he could make out the shapes of his newest creations. There was a screeching of tires and a honking of a horn, and someone, somewhere, let out a shriek. Adam felt a spike of guilt at that but let it slide. If he lived his life trying to make everyone happy he'd always be miserable. Sometimes, he decided, you just had to let people be people and react how they wanted.
Dog whined, faintly, and Adam glanced over his shoulder at him. "Don't worry," he assured the canine, "nobody's gonna get hurt or nothing. They might smash up a few things but I can fix all of that when I'm done." With a yawn, he made his way to his bed and climbed inside.
"'Sides," he said sleepily as his eyes began to drift closed and his tone took on that of someone already half asleep, "I wouldn't be much of a dinosaur hunter if there weren't no dinosaurs, now would I?"