Post by Arlen on Jan 26, 2007 12:30:56 GMT 1
Arlen had been walking around for hours now, and the sites and sounds of this huge city were starting to grate on his nerves. Although physically sound he felt mentally exhausted. The lights...the traffic...the people. For Arlen it was starting to get all too much and if he didn't find a secluded spot soon he was quite sure that he would slip into madness and lose himself forever.
Arlen had always been a small town country boy, now he was thrown into a big city and for the first time in his life Arlen felt dwarved by the sheer scale of it all.
Making his way down one of the many side streets Arlen felt his body jostle against another much smaller person. Looking down to them Arlen raised his hands in appology muttering a few incoherent words as he did so. It seemed that these words were simply ignored, the person who he had knocked into had seen the size of Arlen and kept their heads down and it seemed they had even picked up their pace as they walked off.
Blowing a heavy breath through barely parted lips Arlen attempted to ease some of foreign sensation that was building up inside him. His Ataraxia meant he rarely experienced stressed or anything even remotely like it, but it was clear that a change this big in Arlen's life was starting to get too much for him on his own. 'How did Ajax get along in this infernal country?' His thoughts drifted off to his cousin...they always did when he felt alone..or when he needed guidance. 'Where are you when I need you mate?' Arlen shook his head and laughed to himself...No one would ever answer these thoughts.
"Where was I when you needed me..."
Arlen had that hollow feeling in the pit of his stomache...guilt...shame and abandonment. A cocktail of grief he often felt when he thought back to his brother in arms. Arlen felt a heavy guilt for the death of Ajax...he felt he should have been at the side of his cousin in his time of need. If only Arlen had moved to Varron along side his cousin.
Snapping from these thoughts Arlen suddenly realised that he was now in a slightly more secluded part of the city. He had wandered from the mainstream and was now facing a small juice bar. Arlen felt a wave of relief wash over him as he headed toward the juice bar. A pint of fresh juice was something Arlen hadn't had since coming to this place...with a broad smile plastered across his face Arlen headed toward the juice bar.
Pushing the large glass door open Arlen was relieved to see that the place only had a few people sat their. Probably regulars, a few shocked glances from one or two of the customers told Arlen they were either not used to seeing newcomers to their juice bar...or that they simply didn't see people of his stature all that often.
Apathetic to these thoughts Areln simply walked toward the young man who was serving behind the counter.
"I'll have a fresh orange in the biggest glass you have please mate."
Arlens thick Irish accent laced his words as he spoke to the young man. Despite his alien accent it was clear the young man serving understood Arlen and he nodded his head slowly before turning away to fetch Arlen his drink.
As he waited Arlen saw a sign on the counter of the bar that read. 'Please take a seat while you wait and we'll bring your beverage to you.' Arlen was more than glad to take a seat and so he did at an empty table by the window. From here he could see the sea and the docks. Perhaps later he would try one of those sea food resteraunts he saw on his travels.
Arlen had always been a small town country boy, now he was thrown into a big city and for the first time in his life Arlen felt dwarved by the sheer scale of it all.
Making his way down one of the many side streets Arlen felt his body jostle against another much smaller person. Looking down to them Arlen raised his hands in appology muttering a few incoherent words as he did so. It seemed that these words were simply ignored, the person who he had knocked into had seen the size of Arlen and kept their heads down and it seemed they had even picked up their pace as they walked off.
Blowing a heavy breath through barely parted lips Arlen attempted to ease some of foreign sensation that was building up inside him. His Ataraxia meant he rarely experienced stressed or anything even remotely like it, but it was clear that a change this big in Arlen's life was starting to get too much for him on his own. 'How did Ajax get along in this infernal country?' His thoughts drifted off to his cousin...they always did when he felt alone..or when he needed guidance. 'Where are you when I need you mate?' Arlen shook his head and laughed to himself...No one would ever answer these thoughts.
"Where was I when you needed me..."
Arlen had that hollow feeling in the pit of his stomache...guilt...shame and abandonment. A cocktail of grief he often felt when he thought back to his brother in arms. Arlen felt a heavy guilt for the death of Ajax...he felt he should have been at the side of his cousin in his time of need. If only Arlen had moved to Varron along side his cousin.
Snapping from these thoughts Arlen suddenly realised that he was now in a slightly more secluded part of the city. He had wandered from the mainstream and was now facing a small juice bar. Arlen felt a wave of relief wash over him as he headed toward the juice bar. A pint of fresh juice was something Arlen hadn't had since coming to this place...with a broad smile plastered across his face Arlen headed toward the juice bar.
Pushing the large glass door open Arlen was relieved to see that the place only had a few people sat their. Probably regulars, a few shocked glances from one or two of the customers told Arlen they were either not used to seeing newcomers to their juice bar...or that they simply didn't see people of his stature all that often.
Apathetic to these thoughts Areln simply walked toward the young man who was serving behind the counter.
"I'll have a fresh orange in the biggest glass you have please mate."
Arlens thick Irish accent laced his words as he spoke to the young man. Despite his alien accent it was clear the young man serving understood Arlen and he nodded his head slowly before turning away to fetch Arlen his drink.
As he waited Arlen saw a sign on the counter of the bar that read. 'Please take a seat while you wait and we'll bring your beverage to you.' Arlen was more than glad to take a seat and so he did at an empty table by the window. From here he could see the sea and the docks. Perhaps later he would try one of those sea food resteraunts he saw on his travels.
