Post by Jacob White on Jan 30, 2014 15:59:51 GMT -5
Location: Central Park
Time: A little after noon.
It had been a few weeks since his "vacation" had began, and though he still was not in complete control of his power he was at least able to manage traveling in public places. At least for short amounts of time.
Slowly he walked through the park there was fewer people then there averagely was, presumably because of the cold. Styger was dressed for the weather. A warm hat atop his head, made by his mother years ago. A thick skiing jacket, which was a bit overkill but it kept him toasty. His normal dark colored denim jeans and a pair of boots.
His feet crunching with every step in the afternoon ice, and though a few weeks ago even the slightest sound would have defeated him. Here he stood triumphant, a little more control then he previously had, a little bit more "special".
His escape into tranquility was broken all at once as a foul smelling vagrant walked a little too close. The pungent stench filling his nostrils and overwhelming his senses. The vagrant spoke something but Styger barely verbally responded as he emptied his pocket of change. Passing the pocket change with one hand while covering his nose with the other. The vagrant was presumably offended but Styger was not in the frame of mind to act courteous. His stomach churned as he made a small gesture, something akin to a wave. Though he immediately clutched his stomach after the gesture, he was sure to lose his lunch if he didn't find fresh air to breath.
He shuffled away from the vagrant until his stomach finally settled a bit. The smell was still lightly present like a bad taste left on the tongue.
This was why he was here on this rather auspicious day. Even though he might not be able to control his power he needed to learn at least how to manage it.
He tried mentally counting to himself. "One, two, three". Still it wasn't enough. "Deep breathes maybe"? He thought to himself as he attempted to control his breathing. "In through the nose, out through the mouth". He chanted quietly as though he was repeating a mantra. His own personal mantra. Finally after several seconds and many controlled breathes his stomach finally stopped churning.
He had done it! He mentally rejoiced, feeling terrific after his accomplishment. Now if he could just practice a little more he might actually be able to return to work without complication. It would be a long road to gain the desired control over his power. But today he had taken the first step.
Time: A little after noon.
It had been a few weeks since his "vacation" had began, and though he still was not in complete control of his power he was at least able to manage traveling in public places. At least for short amounts of time.
Slowly he walked through the park there was fewer people then there averagely was, presumably because of the cold. Styger was dressed for the weather. A warm hat atop his head, made by his mother years ago. A thick skiing jacket, which was a bit overkill but it kept him toasty. His normal dark colored denim jeans and a pair of boots.
His feet crunching with every step in the afternoon ice, and though a few weeks ago even the slightest sound would have defeated him. Here he stood triumphant, a little more control then he previously had, a little bit more "special".
His escape into tranquility was broken all at once as a foul smelling vagrant walked a little too close. The pungent stench filling his nostrils and overwhelming his senses. The vagrant spoke something but Styger barely verbally responded as he emptied his pocket of change. Passing the pocket change with one hand while covering his nose with the other. The vagrant was presumably offended but Styger was not in the frame of mind to act courteous. His stomach churned as he made a small gesture, something akin to a wave. Though he immediately clutched his stomach after the gesture, he was sure to lose his lunch if he didn't find fresh air to breath.
He shuffled away from the vagrant until his stomach finally settled a bit. The smell was still lightly present like a bad taste left on the tongue.
This was why he was here on this rather auspicious day. Even though he might not be able to control his power he needed to learn at least how to manage it.
He tried mentally counting to himself. "One, two, three". Still it wasn't enough. "Deep breathes maybe"? He thought to himself as he attempted to control his breathing. "In through the nose, out through the mouth". He chanted quietly as though he was repeating a mantra. His own personal mantra. Finally after several seconds and many controlled breathes his stomach finally stopped churning.
He had done it! He mentally rejoiced, feeling terrific after his accomplishment. Now if he could just practice a little more he might actually be able to return to work without complication. It would be a long road to gain the desired control over his power. But today he had taken the first step.
