Post by Leyton Thomson on Jun 4, 2016 16:57:26 GMT -5
I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things His eyes fixated on the beige ceiling of the medward; it was over, or at least it was for him. He didn’t want any part of the tournament at this point. The loss still lingered, even if the match was good, great even, he had failed. He failed; Ringbound, those who bet on him if they did, his spirits, and himself. There was nothing left for him; he didn’t want the bronze medal, he didn’t want to fight anymore, the tank was empty, and his heart was no longer in it. In the end, he was a failure, and his Cinderella story was over. Sitting up he pushed the button for the head of his bed to support his back. His entire body was banged up, who knew what was happening in the tournament, he wished Rei the best and even hoped she won but as for the actual tournament he didn’t care about it nor did he want to fight anymore. Whoever would have been his bronze opponent could keep third place, it didn’t matter to him anymore. Leyton buried his face in his hands. What would he do now? Where would he go? He failed his team; he failed his beloved, and who knows what people will say to him, more than likely ridicule him for his defeat. His life was over, maybe he was taking the loss a bit dramatically, but he couldn’t help it. The dirt of defeat was bitter and as far as he knew his life was over. Tired eyes closed, as the bed retracted back into its flattened state, maybe he could become a meat farmer on the Coela Coast. “No, no, Don’t worry yourself, I’m not you, I just choose this form because it best suits our little meeting.” “Uh....” “Very good,” he passed him, waving a hand in the air; the pace around them melted, transforming into a white room containing nothing in it but two chairs and a coffee table. “So who are you?” he asked taking a seat, this was the weirdest dream he had ever had; it seemed so real. “Meh, it probably doesn’t matter, this is just a dream, I'll wake up in the med ward and this will all-” “You are asleep, but this is more of a deepened trance, pleasure to meet you, I'm your spirit.” “What do you mean? Kotemon is my-” “No, your spirit is mine, Kotemon simply fits in. I am the embodiment of the spirit, I have feelings, I can speak, but I don't, I have too much fun in your mind.” he gestured to the room around them, it was... Blank? "Ha, ha very funny, but my mind isn't blank. I-" "You're 100% right, it's not but right now as I said you're in a trance, trust me when your active it's like a red light district in here." Scratching his head Leyton let out a yawn, "So why are we in here? Better yet why am I in here?" The spirit rubbed his chin, "Well I know you're depressed about losing, but you need to suck it up, when you're sad, it's sad in here. So buck up chum, k? Go fight in the bronze tournament, and if you're going to sulk, show it out there. Wear your emotions on your sleeves" he snapped his fingers, "Now if you excuse me, you have lunch in five, four, three, two-" Leyton's eyes shot open, a nurse placing a metal tray infront of him, "It's Lunch time Mr. Thomson." "thank you," he muttered, what did the spirit mean "Wear his emotions on his sleeves." |  -tag- @username -words- ### -notes- |
