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""I'm the Jefe who tells you like it is. If you can't handle reality rainbow drop snowflake, maybe you should go curl up in a ball, put j'our head between j'our knees an kiss j'our tail, adios." "
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Post by Dragon on Jun 22, 2021 19:57:40 GMT -7
"Not this again.. Dios mio.." these words unspoken in the void, only a projection. "No feeling of hands or feet.. there's no air but...even though I know I'm not in my body, some part of me still feels like I'm suffocating..." A splash of luminosity in the astral void emerges, flickering for a moment. "That's better.. just got to get through this while I reform.." The flicker of light pulses like a heartbeat. Expanding with each beat into a foggy shape of a formless male figure. "My form.. oh yes.. My hands," rubbing together the astral body's best emulation of hands, the form takes in a deep breath.. though there is no air, the act itself is still soothing. "God that is good. Just something about breathing.. even here.. makes me feel alive and vital.." The form fleshes itself out more, taking a depth of detail of the beings remembered physical form - the etheric energies of the astral realm shifting and altering to suit the residual self image of the man who calls himself Dragon.
"G#d#a#n Animals." As Dragon imagines while simultaneously miming the hand gestures of lighting a cigar, the astral dimension forms a cigar lit. The scenery around Dragon is a forest, bits of flesh and bone in a twisted shape lay on the leaves - nothing that could be identified as human lieing on the ground. The bodies of three rabid wolves are twisted an mangled on the ground near the disgustingly injured dead body of the Dragon. A golden marble sized light glowing from the midsection of the corpse begins to shape into an exact replica of Dragon about two an a half feet tall and nude.
"Almost time... Good..." Dragon's cigar puffing astral form stands over the miniature version of himself that's growing physically. Leaning towards it, Dragon touches the newly grown physical form at the crown. A sudden releasing of all the tension in his astral self, then an explosion of images, memories, whispers of thoughts, emotions across the spectrum, everything that makes him, himself, is now filling the new form.
Opening his eyes, Dragon squints at the brightness an vibrance of the world. The feeling of waking up, echoes throughout his body. Sucking in a deep inhalation of fresh air, a tear rolls down his cheek as he looks at the carnage all around him. "Stupid animals." Rico whispers in a compassionate tone. Standing to his feet, he begins to gather up his belongings from the campsite. "Maybe it's time to really get on my feet and do some good.." with a look towards the mangled wolves, "Instead of just surviving out here like an animal."
A weeks later...
A bus arrives at the Greyhound station, 625 8th Ave, New York, NY. Dragon grabs his backpack an steps off the bus. The sights, smells, sounds, all around him brings feelings of excitement and a new energy to him. "Definitely a good choice.. now to figure out what's next."
(Ooc: this is to give him a travel to NY. An me time to arrange a storyline or get something in the works for him. Also wanted to showcase the shedding an the astral projection stuff. An the artist in me wants to go from Nothingness to Unlimited potential.)
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""I'm the Jefe who tells you like it is. If you can't handle reality rainbow drop snowflake, maybe you should go curl up in a ball, put j'our head between j'our knees an kiss j'our tail, adios." "
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Post by Dragon on Jul 2, 2021 1:22:33 GMT -7
2 weeks later..
McDonald's on Coney Island Ave in Brooklyn, NY
"Have a goodnight." Rico nodded to his fellow employee as he left the McDonald's store. Two weeks had past an be had since gotten a minimum wage job, a planet fitness membership, an a cheap cellphone. Restarting life elsewhere was rougher than he had thought, forgetting the fact he has a pH.D, the world has changed so much. Rico reached I to his pocket, grabbing his Lucky Strike menthols an lighting one up. The crisp smoke of the menthol went down his chest, an out his mouth in moments. Standing at the corner, Rico waited for the pedestrian sign to light up.
"Heeeeelllllpppp!" He heard so loud it hurt his head. Looking around, Rico realized it was in his head. For a moment he decided on if he should figure out where it came from an maybe do something. Then sudden emotion of panic, fear, anxiety hit like a wave swallowing him. For a moment, in his mind Rico saw a woman with blue skin an gills in a yellow dress in an alley cornered by three men an two women in masks with shirts that said f&%* muties!
Rico decided he would try to make an effort. Looking around him, he began to run down the street trying to locate the alley. As he ran, Rico felt as if so done was beating the hell out of him, kicking an punching him but Al let from a distance...then a loud sound like a car backfire. Those feelings stopped, an there was a sensation of warmth leaving his body an a wave of frustrating then nothing. Tears fell down Rico cheeks uncontrollably, as he watched the group of people run passed from an alley.
Behind a dumpster, a red puddle could be seen slowly seeping it's way down to a drain. All at once, He knew he was too late. Rico just stood there, as the tears fell down his face. Not daring to go nearer to the body he knew without a doubt was there.. nor daring to leave. Just experience the moment, taking in the world as it is.
About 8 minutes later, Rico breathed in and just mumbled "Sorry." Lowering his head and resuming his route to planet fitness gym.
45minutes later at the Planet Fitness gym at 1601 off Kings Highway in Brooklyn.
Drying himself off, Rico looks in the locker an gets his night clothes on. Knowing he doesn't work again til Wednesday, he stuffs his work clothes into his duffel he keeps at the Planet Fitness locker room. Grabbing it, Rico sets it down on the bench beside him and pulls up Facebook an looks at the news for a moment before an article on a stimulus payment catches his eye. "Free money? How far have we fallen?" He thinks to himself. For a good hour, Rico surfs the internet, trying to get the earlier situation off his mind.
A one bedroom $875.00 according to the craigslist ad. "It's a start I guess." Rico presses the power button to put his phone into sleep mode as he puts it in his pocket. Deciding best to head out, Rico locks up his locker and heads out the gym to wash his clothes an spend the night in the nearest 24 hour laundromat.
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""I'm the Jefe who tells you like it is. If you can't handle reality rainbow drop snowflake, maybe you should go curl up in a ball, put j'our head between j'our knees an kiss j'our tail, adios." "
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Post by Dragon on Jul 21, 2021 15:32:54 GMT -7
6 months..
"It's too much, I'm so tired.." tears stream down his face as he holds a shotgun to his own head. ",I do t want to come back.. this time, it's over." Pulling the trigger, a loud firing sound followed by a wet smack. Then a strange slumping thud if his body falling in the night street. An eighteen wheeler runs over spreading the meat an blood that once was Dr.Stone also called Dragon over the road.
...A void of nothingness, engulfs Rico, who feels himself reforming his nonphysical self. "I still exist..." With a heavy heart, Rico looks at the remains of his body smashed against the tar of the street. Self pity overwhelmed him as he gave in to the lack of air an nonphysical state that had become all too familiar.
Again the familiar spark an sphere of luminosity in the distance. His physical body had begun to reform, creating the tether that keeps him existing even though he doesn't want too. "Maybe if I..." Dragon immediately held his arm out in the astral realm, then with his will attempted to summon a door or open a portal.
After 3 hours of trying, a shimmer in the dark expanded into a rainbow of color. Dragon took ahold of the basketball size rip in space, " just.. got... To... Make... Bigger..." He grunted exhausting himself with the effort. Realizing he was in the astral dimension as if he had somehow forgotten, Rico closed his eyes an tried to shrink himself.
Slowly compacting himself to a miniature version of himself, Rico could feel it working. Excitedly, Dragon grabbed at the dimensional tear an pushed through. Explosion of lights, sulfur, an screeches, immediately filled his senses or whatever passed for the way he exists on the astral plane. What seemed like a picture of Mars he had seen, red ground, yellow sky, blue critters appearing an disappear with a BAMF! An puff of smoke. Strange amalgam beings, not quite human nor animal walking around. Rico experienced a fear on a new level, at the core of himself. This place he never really believed existed, an now here he was.
For a moment it appeared a red eyed blue furred creature saw Rico, but then a pig like creature snorted an drew it's attention. The naked bodies of people on pikes as they cry out in agony smelled if dirty,grime, and decay. Rico realized this wasn't the place he was trying to get too. That somehow, he now had to escape. Turning around to run back to the portal, he saw it was gone. An there stood a fiery being pointing it's rotting finger at him.
Suddenly everything wrong in his life flashed before his eyes, an deep regret an sorrow moved him to cry out in despair. Knowing now he had squandered his life and his gift, Rico began to laugh like a madman. It took him going to literally hell to appreciate his life and gift. Rico put his arms up in surrender.
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