Phoeniana
The Mild Amusement
The bleeding was too much. We tried to apply as much pressure as possible and encumbrance the wound, but it was... it was too much. The blood loss was already imminent at the scene. The entire alley way might as well been flooded with it. Can't do a transfusion that late. It was a close call. We tried. It's always the young ones... Always the young ones."
Yurai Konohei physically shook the image of that dimmed hospital out of his mind. We tried, they said. Yeah. Because that's supposed to be damn good enough, huh? Try? Even Yoda didn't try! He did or did not! A rough palm flew to his cheek, brushing away the tear that wasn't even there. It wasn't as if he didn't want to cry. Oh God, did he want to cry, but he couldn't afford to do that yet. He had a much, much bigger problem to worry about.
Like how the hell was he supposed to pay for this movie ticket.
"That'll be $10.95 for you two and $6.95 for the little ones, please. Once you get your tickets, the attendant inside will show you to your designated hall and door." A skinny boy with curly, ginger like hair smiled down at a family of four. Two little girls jumped excitedly around their mother's ankles while a bear of a man pulled a wad of cash out to pay for the tickets. Yurai stood next to them, eyeing the exchange through the tousled, brown hair that hung over his strikingly blue eyes.
"Hey," he said to the father. "You have $10.95 I can borrow?" The man slid a half smile to the clerk behind the thick glass. A smile from the ginger.
"Alrighty. That's all! Enjoy your movie!" The father took the tickets gingerly and gathered his tickets and his family. Yurai frowned. That's right. He can't hear me either. No one could see or hear him. Not even in that hospital room when he was looking down on his very own corpse. The image paled his skin even more than he already was in this strange, ghost-like form. It wasn't everyday one got to gaze down at their own dead body and live to tell the tale. He wasn't really living, per say, but the was still there. Walking, talking, sneaking into a movie theaters. While he passed easily through a throng of people, he frowned deeper. Talk about rest in peace. I can't rest at all.
It was easy getting into the movie. All he had to do was avoid physical contact and find a seat as close to the giant screen as possible. No one liked those seats anyway, and he was damn good at avoiding contact. Apparently, even in his dead-but-not-dead state, people could still feel his body, like an invisible barrier of some sort. The first time it happened was in the hospital 3 hours ago, after he discovered he was dead and stuck in the real world. He high tailed it out of there and directly into a poor nurse, who went flat on her back at the collision. After apologizing profusely, the poor cutie did nothing but gaze around her wildly, gather her things, and go about her merry little way as if nothing happened. Learning his lesson very quickly, Yurai stuck to the desolate places were no one could touch him. It wasn't like they could hear or see him anyway.
He finally took a vacant seat and stretched his legs out over another empty chair. Dressed in a deep blue shirt with a bullet hole and a stain of blood with denim jeans on, the boy lounged himself back and frowned at a preview for a movie featuring a talking can of soda.
"Jeez. People will come up with anything nowadays." he mumbled, freely.
Yurai Konohei physically shook the image of that dimmed hospital out of his mind. We tried, they said. Yeah. Because that's supposed to be damn good enough, huh? Try? Even Yoda didn't try! He did or did not! A rough palm flew to his cheek, brushing away the tear that wasn't even there. It wasn't as if he didn't want to cry. Oh God, did he want to cry, but he couldn't afford to do that yet. He had a much, much bigger problem to worry about.
Like how the hell was he supposed to pay for this movie ticket.
"That'll be $10.95 for you two and $6.95 for the little ones, please. Once you get your tickets, the attendant inside will show you to your designated hall and door." A skinny boy with curly, ginger like hair smiled down at a family of four. Two little girls jumped excitedly around their mother's ankles while a bear of a man pulled a wad of cash out to pay for the tickets. Yurai stood next to them, eyeing the exchange through the tousled, brown hair that hung over his strikingly blue eyes.
"Hey," he said to the father. "You have $10.95 I can borrow?" The man slid a half smile to the clerk behind the thick glass. A smile from the ginger.
"Alrighty. That's all! Enjoy your movie!" The father took the tickets gingerly and gathered his tickets and his family. Yurai frowned. That's right. He can't hear me either. No one could see or hear him. Not even in that hospital room when he was looking down on his very own corpse. The image paled his skin even more than he already was in this strange, ghost-like form. It wasn't everyday one got to gaze down at their own dead body and live to tell the tale. He wasn't really living, per say, but the was still there. Walking, talking, sneaking into a movie theaters. While he passed easily through a throng of people, he frowned deeper. Talk about rest in peace. I can't rest at all.
It was easy getting into the movie. All he had to do was avoid physical contact and find a seat as close to the giant screen as possible. No one liked those seats anyway, and he was damn good at avoiding contact. Apparently, even in his dead-but-not-dead state, people could still feel his body, like an invisible barrier of some sort. The first time it happened was in the hospital 3 hours ago, after he discovered he was dead and stuck in the real world. He high tailed it out of there and directly into a poor nurse, who went flat on her back at the collision. After apologizing profusely, the poor cutie did nothing but gaze around her wildly, gather her things, and go about her merry little way as if nothing happened. Learning his lesson very quickly, Yurai stuck to the desolate places were no one could touch him. It wasn't like they could hear or see him anyway.
He finally took a vacant seat and stretched his legs out over another empty chair. Dressed in a deep blue shirt with a bullet hole and a stain of blood with denim jeans on, the boy lounged himself back and frowned at a preview for a movie featuring a talking can of soda.
"Jeez. People will come up with anything nowadays." he mumbled, freely.