Last stop, Fairy Tail. Next stop, Oak Town.
Last stop, Fairy Tail. Next stop, Oak Town.
Last stop,….
“Sir, sir. You’ve gotta wake up! Ya missed your stop! Yer gon’ miss th’ next one, too!”
“Yeah, yeah, Ma. I’ll get…. Wait… what?”
Valentri shot up from his booth and quickly glanced around the cart. “Where are we?!” He leaned toward the window to look outside and watch as the train sped up. “Oh, damn it. You were s’posed to wake me up before the train left, not after!” Slamming his fist onto the table, he groaned. “That’s what I get for payin’ a runt to do a job right.”
“Sir.. Sir… stop yellin’. Ya said, and I quote, ‘wake me up b’fore, the sun goes down. And, ya see? It ain’t down yet, sir.”
Again, he looked out the window. Narrowing his eyes, he suddenly realized that maybe… just maybe, he was wrong. The sun was still high in the sky. Was his timing off? No, surely not. His clocks were never wrong.
“Then, we didn’t pass Fairy Tail! Or… or… wait… no.” He ran ideas through his head. What went wrong? Clearly the timing was off, but how? Did he misjudge? Did his clock stop working? Did he take into account that the kid clearly couldn’t tell time?
Stop blaming the kid.
“Whatever. Here’s your pay. Wake me up when we reach Oak Town, will ya? That’s not as bad a stop, either. Just can’t go about getting as good of supplies there, though. I’ll wing it.” He said nonchalantly, seemingly rambling to the kid and anyone else passing through the hallway. Kicking his feet up onto the table, he leaned back to take another short nap. It’d be just another hour or two, he figured.
~~~~~~~~~
Four hours later.
~~~~~~~~~
Last stop, Oak Town. Next stop, Talonia.
Last stop, Oak Town. Next stop, Talonia.
“Sir, sir! You’ve gotta wake up! Yer ‘bout ta miss yer stop!”
“SHIT!” Jumping out of the booth in a half daze, he grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment and bolted toward the door. Shoving through people, he made it past them and to the doorway with his bag over his shoulder; seemingly using it as a weapon to help clear the way.
As he rushed through the doorway, he stumbled and fell down the last stair. He landed face-first on the ground with a duffel bag of miscellaneous items on his back, weighing him down and knocking the breath out of him.
“Ungfh! Damn it….”
He pulled himself up from the ground and dusted himself off as best he could. A look of frustration and embarrassment on his face. “I’m not drunk!” he yelled out to the onlookers. Quickly, he gathered his things and stomped off. “I need a map….Or a guide... or something.”
And so, the hunt for a map of the surrounding area began….
Last stop, Fairy Tail. Next stop, Oak Town.
Last stop,….
“Sir, sir. You’ve gotta wake up! Ya missed your stop! Yer gon’ miss th’ next one, too!”
“Yeah, yeah, Ma. I’ll get…. Wait… what?”
Valentri shot up from his booth and quickly glanced around the cart. “Where are we?!” He leaned toward the window to look outside and watch as the train sped up. “Oh, damn it. You were s’posed to wake me up before the train left, not after!” Slamming his fist onto the table, he groaned. “That’s what I get for payin’ a runt to do a job right.”
“Sir.. Sir… stop yellin’. Ya said, and I quote, ‘wake me up b’fore, the sun goes down. And, ya see? It ain’t down yet, sir.”
Again, he looked out the window. Narrowing his eyes, he suddenly realized that maybe… just maybe, he was wrong. The sun was still high in the sky. Was his timing off? No, surely not. His clocks were never wrong.
“Then, we didn’t pass Fairy Tail! Or… or… wait… no.” He ran ideas through his head. What went wrong? Clearly the timing was off, but how? Did he misjudge? Did his clock stop working? Did he take into account that the kid clearly couldn’t tell time?
Stop blaming the kid.
“Whatever. Here’s your pay. Wake me up when we reach Oak Town, will ya? That’s not as bad a stop, either. Just can’t go about getting as good of supplies there, though. I’ll wing it.” He said nonchalantly, seemingly rambling to the kid and anyone else passing through the hallway. Kicking his feet up onto the table, he leaned back to take another short nap. It’d be just another hour or two, he figured.
~~~~~~~~~
Four hours later.
~~~~~~~~~
Last stop, Oak Town. Next stop, Talonia.
Last stop, Oak Town. Next stop, Talonia.
“Sir, sir! You’ve gotta wake up! Yer ‘bout ta miss yer stop!”
“SHIT!” Jumping out of the booth in a half daze, he grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment and bolted toward the door. Shoving through people, he made it past them and to the doorway with his bag over his shoulder; seemingly using it as a weapon to help clear the way.
As he rushed through the doorway, he stumbled and fell down the last stair. He landed face-first on the ground with a duffel bag of miscellaneous items on his back, weighing him down and knocking the breath out of him.
“Ungfh! Damn it….”
He pulled himself up from the ground and dusted himself off as best he could. A look of frustration and embarrassment on his face. “I’m not drunk!” he yelled out to the onlookers. Quickly, he gathered his things and stomped off. “I need a map….Or a guide... or something.”
And so, the hunt for a map of the surrounding area began….
