Thomas J Sennett | My Girl (_thomasj) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-04-25 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2020 april, ~~scott lang (hi_im_scott), ~~thomas j sennett (_thomasj) |
Who: Thomas J. and OPEN
What: Thomas J. arrives in Madison
When: Forward dated to Sunday morning
Where: In town
Rating:: Talk of death, TBD
Thomas J. had watched Vada pedal away from him on her bike, her answer ringing in his ears 'I guess'.
Vada cared, maybe not as much as she did for Mr. Bixler, but in those two words she had given Thomas J. the world. It was at that moment that he had decided to head back to the woods where that stupid old beehive had been, and find Vada's mood ring that she had dropped the other day. Girls liked to get rings from boys, didn't they? Shelly had gotten a ring from Vada's father, his own mother had gotten a ring from his dad.. Maybe it wouldn't matter that it was Vada's ring already. He'd be a hero, getting her ring back.
Jumping off of his bike a yard or so from the fallen beehive, Thomas J. walked over and started nudging the leaves and dirt around with the toes of his sneakers, concentrating on the ground and looking out for the metal shine of her ring. Kicking annoyedly at the beehive, he walked a few more steps and squatted down, digging in the leaves and general muck littering the ground, unearthing the ring. One silent cheer later, he scooped it up and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans, standing. Frowning at the dull buzz behind Thomas J. turned, looking at the beehive with growing concern as bees swarmed out of it angrily. Taking an uneasy step backwards as they moved to him, he began to swat at the air, feeling the first few stings and in his haste to swat the bees away, knocked his glasses off onto the ground..
Then silence.
Cracking an eye open, he opened the other soon after, not a blurry bee in sight though the woods had changed to blurry walls and a hard sidewalk under his sneakers. Squinting at the sidewalk, he bent and retrieved his glasses, putting them on before looking around in confusion. Gaze settling on a couple walking on the sidewalk across the street, Thomas J.'s mouth dropped open, the woman had pink hair. PINK. Dragging his attention from the pink haired woman, Thomas J. pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the help of an index finger, turning to the building beside him and placed a hand on it experimentally. Felt real...
Where was the woods? Where had the bees gone? and more importantly, where was he? This wasn't any part of Madison Pennsylvania he had ever seen.