Post by John on May 17, 2013 13:13:54 GMT -5
The boy shivered pulling his little shirt around his body a bit tighter. Why was it the one day he didn't put a jacket on this happened. Little John had only been in his mother's car then everything changed. A sound of something hitting the car, and it felt like he was on a roller coaster. One of those really weird upside down ones that made one feel like they were about to fall. Holding his scratched up arm the child just peeked out from behind the crate. Hearing water near him the child could only tell so far he was near the sea? Or something along that line.
He would have known more if he would get out from behind the crate. But being alone without his parents or anyone he knew kept John stuck to that spot. Wishing he had his jacket to put the hood over his face the boy only slowly inched out of his spot. Looking around and quickly moving to hide behind another box. Squeezing into the small spot there wasn't hard for him. It hadn't been that long since he met his father, only a couple years. His father had to be off playing his little games. Doing things such as that, typical Raiden work seemed better then saying games. John was mostly tired of hearing her say bad things about his father.
It wasn't always completely obvious but Rosemary did not have nice things to say sometimes. And John could only ignore so much. Slipping away from the crate he moved down towards the beach. Feeling the sand between his bare feet. It stung a bit getting into some of the cuts but John thought nothing of it. He just wanted to wash his feet, and hands and get the blood of his clothes. Pulling them off John pushed his shirt into the water and tried to scrub the dried red stuff off. It didn't work out as he had planned but he was too focused on that to see anyone else.
He wouldn't even hear anyone if they tried to sneak up on him. The memories of the accident were dropping his guard. Which really in a place he didn't know was not a good thing.