[ After ever so many loops, Jiang Cheng is used to awakening to the lumpy bed and stale air of the log cabin.
Now, he awakens to fresh air and the soft swaying of the soft surface he is curled up on in some uncomfortable crouching position. He also awakens to the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes getting progressively soaked and a small black object tucked in his hand. Oh yes, and a pamphlet stuck to his face, let's not forget that.
He opens his eyes to a whole lot of water and not a single lotus flower in sight, stuck on a dingy boat... which must have a leak somewhere because it is filling with water. Another glance confirms there are no oars. He is in the near the middle of the lake, and drifting quickly farther away from shore, as if something is pulling him though the lake seems perfectly still.
There is cursing. There is some punching of said boat - there goes another hole. And then there is some more screaming as the boat is suddenly sucked down by something as if he were dealing with a waterborne abyss all over again, and Jiang Cheng doesn't even have any breath left to curse since he is fighting for his life against being sucked down along with the boat. It is only due to being a lifelong swimmer that he manages to escape at all.
By the time he makes it to the shore, he is going to be thoroughly pissed off, thoroughly exhausted and short one phone, as well as one boat. ]
I hate this place! [ he yells, kicking at a large stone. ] I hate it!
this is fine - the gas station
[ A while after that lovely lake adventure but still sodding wet and with some seaweed tangled up in his fancy silver hairpiece - not that he is aware of this fact - Jiang Cheng can be seen stomping up the path to the gas station.
Where he will proceed to open various packages of food right there on the spot while trying to find something which looks appetizing to him, yet he is in a far too sour mood to find anything appealing. ]
Jiang Cheng
[ After ever so many loops, Jiang Cheng is used to awakening to the lumpy bed and stale air of the log cabin.
Now, he awakens to fresh air and the soft swaying of the soft surface he is curled up on in some uncomfortable crouching position. He also awakens to the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes getting progressively soaked and a small black object tucked in his hand. Oh yes, and a pamphlet stuck to his face, let's not forget that.
He opens his eyes to a whole lot of water and not a single lotus flower in sight, stuck on a dingy boat... which must have a leak somewhere because it is filling with water. Another glance confirms there are no oars. He is in the near the middle of the lake, and drifting quickly farther away from shore, as if something is pulling him though the lake seems perfectly still.
There is cursing. There is some punching of said boat - there goes another hole. And then there is some more screaming as the boat is suddenly sucked down by something as if he were dealing with a waterborne abyss all over again, and Jiang Cheng doesn't even have any breath left to curse since he is fighting for his life against being sucked down along with the boat. It is only due to being a lifelong swimmer that he manages to escape at all.
By the time he makes it to the shore, he is going to be thoroughly pissed off, thoroughly exhausted and short one phone, as well as one boat. ]
I hate this place! [ he yells, kicking at a large stone. ] I hate it!
this is fine - the gas station
[ A while after that lovely lake adventure but still sodding wet and with some seaweed tangled up in his fancy silver hairpiece - not that he is aware of this fact - Jiang Cheng can be seen stomping up the path to the gas station.
Where he will proceed to open various packages of food right there on the spot while trying to find something which looks appetizing to him, yet he is in a far too sour mood to find anything appealing. ]
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