Post by . : ÷Cakey÷ : . on Apr 3, 2008 16:47:23 GMT -5
Kamon landed in a giant hole in the mostly bombed out building he used to know and love. He smiled with nostalgia. Johnny crawled out of the backpack and fell to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and pulled on the leg of Kamon's jeans. "Give me my car," he said in a mechanical voice. Kamon put his backpack on the floor, and the car rolled out, seemingly of its own accord. Johnny jumped in, and after picking up the bag again, the two walked down the halls, with the sunshine illuminating the dust that lingered there.
Kamon was exhausted. The nearest airport was a long fly away, and he had used a whole bunch of energy to get here to rest. He had travelled a lot in the past few months. He had realised it had almost been a year, and decided to head on home. The money from his job financed the trip, which was financed easier because they didn't stay in any hotels. Kamon was constantly uncomfortable in a real bed, as he had spent most of his sleeping hours elsewhere. So with the money saved on hotels and restaurants, he flew very far away.
He stretched, working out the kinks that long flying gave him, as Johnny worked his way around, over, under, or through every obstacle he could find. Memories flashed through Kamon's head as he wandered around the school's mossy halls. One moment, the school was empty with more glassless windows than it used to, the next it was bustling with his old friends, heading off to classes, each dealing with their own immense drama. He'd turn around to try and see more, but the moss had grown back, and the holes in the wall remade.
He finally reached his old room when he realized Johnny had been talking to him all along. "Kamon, Kamon, Kamon..." he had repeated, when Kamon finally showed him he was listening. "Yeah, Johnny?" he said in a low tone. "Are you gonna go back to work when we get home?" The question made Kamon think, as he wiped rubble off his old bed. He sat down, urging complaints from the over-rusted springs. "I don't know, Johnny. The boss might have found someone else, although maybe it was just temporary. He knew I wouldn't be gone for more than a year...but we were never great friends, he might've given someone else a job."
"Oh..." said Johnny. "I really liked it there."
Kamon smiled. "I know you did, Johnny." He reached into his backpack for some food. He pulled out a tortilla wrap he had made with ingredients from a small business in Paris. He took a big bite, and chewed it slowly, savouring the taste, and feeling restored with every crunch between his teeth. "Johnny, how are your batteries?" he asked before taking a bite.
"39 percent, Kamon." Johnny announced.
"Alright, well when I'm done this, I'll charge you up, and then we can probably make it to Dotado." Kamon took another bite and chewed it quickly this time. He wanted to get back to Dotado sooner rather than later. He had problems with his giftedness all over the world, and was looking forwards to getting back to his safe haven.
Kamon was exhausted. The nearest airport was a long fly away, and he had used a whole bunch of energy to get here to rest. He had travelled a lot in the past few months. He had realised it had almost been a year, and decided to head on home. The money from his job financed the trip, which was financed easier because they didn't stay in any hotels. Kamon was constantly uncomfortable in a real bed, as he had spent most of his sleeping hours elsewhere. So with the money saved on hotels and restaurants, he flew very far away.
He stretched, working out the kinks that long flying gave him, as Johnny worked his way around, over, under, or through every obstacle he could find. Memories flashed through Kamon's head as he wandered around the school's mossy halls. One moment, the school was empty with more glassless windows than it used to, the next it was bustling with his old friends, heading off to classes, each dealing with their own immense drama. He'd turn around to try and see more, but the moss had grown back, and the holes in the wall remade.
He finally reached his old room when he realized Johnny had been talking to him all along. "Kamon, Kamon, Kamon..." he had repeated, when Kamon finally showed him he was listening. "Yeah, Johnny?" he said in a low tone. "Are you gonna go back to work when we get home?" The question made Kamon think, as he wiped rubble off his old bed. He sat down, urging complaints from the over-rusted springs. "I don't know, Johnny. The boss might have found someone else, although maybe it was just temporary. He knew I wouldn't be gone for more than a year...but we were never great friends, he might've given someone else a job."
"Oh..." said Johnny. "I really liked it there."
Kamon smiled. "I know you did, Johnny." He reached into his backpack for some food. He pulled out a tortilla wrap he had made with ingredients from a small business in Paris. He took a big bite, and chewed it slowly, savouring the taste, and feeling restored with every crunch between his teeth. "Johnny, how are your batteries?" he asked before taking a bite.
"39 percent, Kamon." Johnny announced.
"Alright, well when I'm done this, I'll charge you up, and then we can probably make it to Dotado." Kamon took another bite and chewed it quickly this time. He wanted to get back to Dotado sooner rather than later. He had problems with his giftedness all over the world, and was looking forwards to getting back to his safe haven.
