Sometimes goodbye is a second chance [OPEN, location permitting]
WHO: Sha Gojyo (inthecenterfold) and (I hope) his rescue party: Cho Hakkai (8sins), Kurama / Minamino Shuuichi (fox_shuuichi), and Son Goku (hungryalot)
WHAT: Gojyo's return to the game, his rescue from the jungle, and new shenanigans being plotted with his friends
WHERE: The Jungle
WHEN: Day 441 (Friday, June 12th 2009)
Laying on the ground, face to the sky, the redhead groaned restlessly. He had no idea how long he'd been wandering the depths of the jungle - a week, a month, maybe even longer. He blamed his inability to find anyone on his terrible sense of direction.
One thought did float into his mind after awhile, though: Is she really worth all this? Is ANY girl worth all of this? ... Shit I don't even know anymore. Subconsciously, he already knew: no one left without saying goodbye unless they expected to come back. He'd done that himself - twice now! His dad had done it to his mom - both of them - and Jien had done it to Gojyo as well. Maybe it's genetic, this whole up-n' leaving thing. Of course, placing blame elsewhere made things easier.
Admittedly Gojyo was getting a little delirious; he'd had a very comfortable life living at Paradise Blossoms - plenty of food, lots to drink, shade from the sun and a roof to keep the rain out. Out here, he had none of that, and he'd been living on roughly a third of his old diet, and no alcohol. He'd run out of smokes days ago too.
He'd never admit it, but he should have been thanking his half-youkai heritage right about now.
With another audible groan, Gojyo rolled over onto his stomach and slowly pushed himself to his feet. "Water..." He hadn't traveled very far away from any water source, because he did like living despite how often he threw himself into perilous battles. And he couldn't remember the last time he drank any water, but he knew he was long overdue, so the worn-out kappa trudged back toward the nearest riverbank. Little did Gojyo realize how much closer he was to Rivelata City than he had been a week ago, or two weeks ago. He knelt down at the river's edge, reached his hands down, and brought the liquid to his mouth.
The first taste didn't seem to quench his thirst, so he took some more large gulps. He wasn't sure why, but the redhead was starting to get a little bit of his energy back - his thirst hadn't been sated though. After a few more long drinks, deep gulps, and wiping the dribbles from his chin, Gojyo flopped back on his butt and started laughing heartily. "WOO~! This is a fun lil river, i'dn't it? Man that's some goooood tastin' water! It's like- like- like some kinda' River'a Booze or somethin'! My very own fountain-a' youth! Hehooo~! Water that gets ya' drunk? Shit, half the fun's the flavor! But ah well... take what ya' can get, I s'pose... Guess that means only one thing..."
"HEEE~HOOOOOO!"
And a splash accompanied Gojyo's excited call as he jumped into his personal bottomless mug of beer.
WHAT: Gojyo's return to the game, his rescue from the jungle, and new shenanigans being plotted with his friends
WHERE: The Jungle
WHEN: Day 441 (Friday, June 12th 2009)
Laying on the ground, face to the sky, the redhead groaned restlessly. He had no idea how long he'd been wandering the depths of the jungle - a week, a month, maybe even longer. He blamed his inability to find anyone on his terrible sense of direction.
One thought did float into his mind after awhile, though: Is she really worth all this? Is ANY girl worth all of this? ... Shit I don't even know anymore. Subconsciously, he already knew: no one left without saying goodbye unless they expected to come back. He'd done that himself - twice now! His dad had done it to his mom - both of them - and Jien had done it to Gojyo as well. Maybe it's genetic, this whole up-n' leaving thing. Of course, placing blame elsewhere made things easier.
Admittedly Gojyo was getting a little delirious; he'd had a very comfortable life living at Paradise Blossoms - plenty of food, lots to drink, shade from the sun and a roof to keep the rain out. Out here, he had none of that, and he'd been living on roughly a third of his old diet, and no alcohol. He'd run out of smokes days ago too.
He'd never admit it, but he should have been thanking his half-youkai heritage right about now.
With another audible groan, Gojyo rolled over onto his stomach and slowly pushed himself to his feet. "Water..." He hadn't traveled very far away from any water source, because he did like living despite how often he threw himself into perilous battles. And he couldn't remember the last time he drank any water, but he knew he was long overdue, so the worn-out kappa trudged back toward the nearest riverbank. Little did Gojyo realize how much closer he was to Rivelata City than he had been a week ago, or two weeks ago. He knelt down at the river's edge, reached his hands down, and brought the liquid to his mouth.
The first taste didn't seem to quench his thirst, so he took some more large gulps. He wasn't sure why, but the redhead was starting to get a little bit of his energy back - his thirst hadn't been sated though. After a few more long drinks, deep gulps, and wiping the dribbles from his chin, Gojyo flopped back on his butt and started laughing heartily. "WOO~! This is a fun lil river, i'dn't it? Man that's some goooood tastin' water! It's like- like- like some kinda' River'a Booze or somethin'! My very own fountain-a' youth! Hehooo~! Water that gets ya' drunk? Shit, half the fun's the flavor! But ah well... take what ya' can get, I s'pose... Guess that means only one thing..."
"HEEE~HOOOOOO!"
And a splash accompanied Gojyo's excited call as he jumped into his personal bottomless mug of beer.