Narrative - Speedy Rory Who: Rory Beauregard When: Oct. 11th, 8:30AM Where: Lima, Rock Creek, and blurring past all the places in between. What: Rory has to deal with the downside of his little tick. Warnings: Language and vertigo and puke
“Fuck…” Rory looked around. “Fuck, damn… bloody balls… cocksucker...” He didn’t know where the fuck he was. One minute, he was walking to his car – pissed off at his grandfather for something fucked up he’d said – and the next, everything was blurry. Then… Everything stopped being blurry rather suddenly. And he was in the middle of no-fucking-where. “You’ve got to be freakin’ kidding me.” He said aloud, looking around. He threw his backpack onto the ground, growling aloud in anger. He didn’t get it, he came to this stupid little town and all of a sudden this weird crap had been happening to him. What the fuck was in the air in Lima, Ohio?!
Rory took another look around and wanted to scream. He opened his mouth to curse aloud when a huge wave of nausea hit him and he let out a fountain of vomit instead. He felt dizzy. Everything was spinning, even as he stood completely still. Rory let himself fall out onto the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control the spinning but it didn’t work. He could feel the bile rising in his throat again as he picked himself up. It came out just when he got out completely and then – he let himself lay back onto the ground again. Rory groaned just when he heard someone yell ‘oh my god’. There were sounds of feet falling against the ground where he lay, and then a face appeared over his. Are you okay? She asked. Rory grinned cockily. “’Course I am, love. Just lying her, enjoying the breeze and all.” He shut his mouth tight and swallowed the upcoming bile. When he was down he propped himself up, slowly and shook his head – bad move. “Christ – that vertigo always does a number on me belly.” He pat his belly, before letting his head fall back onto the floor.
He knew what this was. It was that stupid little… tick he had. This whole fucked up super-speed bullshit. This wasn’t the first thing it had happened. There was the first time, in London, that he’d chalked up to drinking at first. And there was the next time where he’d just spoke to his mother and ended up outside of his house in the middle of the night with no way to get back in without waking the entire house. And a third time when trying to get out of that stupid school, after failing a shitty little test, he ended up on the other side of town. Each time, it never failed – he felt like he’d just been swept up and spun around in a tornado and sat back down to deal with the after effects. It seemed like the further his little tick took him, the worse he felt afterwards. To feel the way he felt, he must have gone pretty fucking far.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where I am, would you, darling? Still in Ohio, right?” He asked, looking around just a little more. Uh, yes. You’re right on the edge of Rock Creek. Rory sighed. “Well. Good news! I have no idea where that is.” He told her, smiling only slightly. “Get me some water, will you?” He kind of commanded her. She looked taken aback for a moment before standing up and leaving. Rory forced himself up onto his feet and pulled out his phone. He dialed his uncle’s number quickly, and told him to bring his ass and pick him up as soon as possible. He could feel himself getting riled up again as he picked up his bag and stood there waiting. He started to, cautiously, take a few steps in the direction the young lady had gone in… and then – the world became blurry once again.
Christ, this was getting old real fast. Just a little warning or control would be amazing. When it stopped, Rory looked around once more before puking up anything that was left in his stomach. Thankfully, the place he was in now seemed familiar. It looked like he was back in Lima… Somewhere in Lima. He asked someone walking down the street for confirmation and was glad to know he was right. He asked the man to point him in the direction of a certain street – the street he lived on – and said a quick thank you before moving in that direction. “Fucking Lima… There’s something in the air here and I swear to God – I’m fucking sick of it.” He muttered to himself as he marched on back to his house. Fuck school, he needed to relax.