The Great Outdoors
Apr 3, 2005 23:19:02 GMT
Post by tunks on Apr 3, 2005 23:19:02 GMT
"WAHHOOOO!"
Birds scattered from rooftops at the sound of the yell. Men and women stuck their heads out of windows to see who was making the racket on that beautiful Sunday morning. But they could not see who it was. Oh no, it'd take some really good eyes for that. Again the yell came as people stared about, confounded at the invisible noise, hoping that it wasn't anything dangerous.
"YEEEEEHAAAAA!"
Little did they know, however, that Tunks was the least dangerous person to innocent people such as them. Continuing his loud yell, he streaked past buildings of all sorts, jumping over or dodging anything in his way. He was moving so fast, in fact, that everything seemed like a blur; yet he could still pick out anything threatening to impede his path. *EE GADS! I love doing this!* he thought happily as he looked skyward. It didn't take long for him to find the object of his search: a bright white ki ball, soaring in the air overhead; only moving slightly left to his own path. Cutting a quick corner, he swiftly changed his course to follow the ball, playing the game he invented with ease.
The game was simple: through a ki ball from on end of the city so far that it should reach close to the other side, and race after it to catch it before it hit the ground. The game had its dangers, like if you missed and the ball hit someone; but so far Tunks had only missed the ball one time: the first time he had invented it. Luckily that time he was practicing it in a forest, and the ball destroyed a tree, instead of an actual person. Now he played the game with ease, never failing to catch the ball, but never losing his interest in the game. However, despite his great desire to play the game, this was the first time he had played it in about a month. But that didn't matter now; he was making up for it.
Spinning around two early morning walkers in the street, Tunks again looked up at the sky, only to find that the game would soon be over: the decent of the ball was almost near the rooftops of the buildings around him. Smiling sadly, he increased his running speed in order to catch it. "Uh oh," he muttered to himself as he saw a big gate in his intended course. Not wasting anytime or slowing down one bit, Tunks vaulted over the seven foot gate, clearing it by a good foot. As he landed, he realized that the ki ball was about three feet away from me, and about two feet from the ground. Using his momentum to roll forward, he snatched the ki ball just centimeters before it hit the dirt.
"YEEEHAAA! GOT IT!" he yelled again as he jumped in the air, allowing the ball to disappear in his hands as he did so. Looking around, he realized that the gate he had just cleared was the exit to the town, and before him lay a beautiful grassland: the fields of Mangels.
"Ahh, the great outdoors," Tunks spoke aloud as he spread his arms towards the sun, "nothing like it." Taking a deep breath, he began his slow walk towards a search that almost seemed never-ending. Almost.
Birds scattered from rooftops at the sound of the yell. Men and women stuck their heads out of windows to see who was making the racket on that beautiful Sunday morning. But they could not see who it was. Oh no, it'd take some really good eyes for that. Again the yell came as people stared about, confounded at the invisible noise, hoping that it wasn't anything dangerous.
"YEEEEEHAAAAA!"
Little did they know, however, that Tunks was the least dangerous person to innocent people such as them. Continuing his loud yell, he streaked past buildings of all sorts, jumping over or dodging anything in his way. He was moving so fast, in fact, that everything seemed like a blur; yet he could still pick out anything threatening to impede his path. *EE GADS! I love doing this!* he thought happily as he looked skyward. It didn't take long for him to find the object of his search: a bright white ki ball, soaring in the air overhead; only moving slightly left to his own path. Cutting a quick corner, he swiftly changed his course to follow the ball, playing the game he invented with ease.
The game was simple: through a ki ball from on end of the city so far that it should reach close to the other side, and race after it to catch it before it hit the ground. The game had its dangers, like if you missed and the ball hit someone; but so far Tunks had only missed the ball one time: the first time he had invented it. Luckily that time he was practicing it in a forest, and the ball destroyed a tree, instead of an actual person. Now he played the game with ease, never failing to catch the ball, but never losing his interest in the game. However, despite his great desire to play the game, this was the first time he had played it in about a month. But that didn't matter now; he was making up for it.
Spinning around two early morning walkers in the street, Tunks again looked up at the sky, only to find that the game would soon be over: the decent of the ball was almost near the rooftops of the buildings around him. Smiling sadly, he increased his running speed in order to catch it. "Uh oh," he muttered to himself as he saw a big gate in his intended course. Not wasting anytime or slowing down one bit, Tunks vaulted over the seven foot gate, clearing it by a good foot. As he landed, he realized that the ki ball was about three feet away from me, and about two feet from the ground. Using his momentum to roll forward, he snatched the ki ball just centimeters before it hit the dirt.
"YEEEHAAA! GOT IT!" he yelled again as he jumped in the air, allowing the ball to disappear in his hands as he did so. Looking around, he realized that the gate he had just cleared was the exit to the town, and before him lay a beautiful grassland: the fields of Mangels.
"Ahh, the great outdoors," Tunks spoke aloud as he spread his arms towards the sun, "nothing like it." Taking a deep breath, he began his slow walk towards a search that almost seemed never-ending. Almost.