Post by thelori24 on Mar 27, 2017 0:32:24 GMT
This place was wild, filled with open street markets and people milling about buying and selling and yelling and laughing over each other, streets packed with cars that drove too fast and people who somehow managed to coexist with them all, and the crazy things like monkeys that would just show up and take things without a care in the world. It was vibrant and alive and loud and chaotic and Jess loved it.
She was at the point in her life where she was doing the whole 'you know, I"m finding myself' thing, where she traveled the world and met people and...well...made sense of not just who she was, but of the things she could do. It wasn't something she really talked about...no one generally knew what she did...at least they couldn't remember it after, and to talk about it would get her branded a nutjob...so...she didn't.
Instead for right now she focused on browsing the markets, talking to the owners and bartering a bit...she still wasn't good at it but she was getting better with practice. As she turned from one stall she saw a young man, couldn't miss him for how tall he was...he seemed a little disoriented, maybe lost in the maze of streets here, looking elsewhere as he stepped just seconds too late after others crossing the street, not fast enough to avoid the path of a truck, despite the horn being blared at him. His body was flung forward with a sickening thud, he lay disturbingly still on the pavement, body twisted in ways it shouldn't, blood from his nose and ears.
She normally gave thought to doing what she was capable of before just doing it, it always took something out of her, but watching someone suffer a terrible accident directly in front of her...wasn't something she could bring herself to do.
She took in a deep breath, holding it slightly as her eyes rolled back, she tuned out the noise and commotion and people bumping into her to rush to the young man's side as in her mind she mentally ticked the events backwards, picturing them vividly in her mind's eye until the young man stood beside her on the street corner, feeling the dizzying sensation sort of like riding in a car backwards at high speeds, before she popped open her eyes, shook off the disorientation and looked around until she saw the young man, about to step into the street again.
"Hey!" She called, pushing forward, fishing a piece of fruit out of her bag. "Hey, sorry...think you dropped this..." She offered it out to him. It was stupid...but at worst would be met with confusion, or maybe taken as a poor attempt at flirting, instead of the truth. She put a hand on his arm to get his attention, even as the truck brushed past them on the street without incident.
She was at the point in her life where she was doing the whole 'you know, I"m finding myself' thing, where she traveled the world and met people and...well...made sense of not just who she was, but of the things she could do. It wasn't something she really talked about...no one generally knew what she did...at least they couldn't remember it after, and to talk about it would get her branded a nutjob...so...she didn't.
Instead for right now she focused on browsing the markets, talking to the owners and bartering a bit...she still wasn't good at it but she was getting better with practice. As she turned from one stall she saw a young man, couldn't miss him for how tall he was...he seemed a little disoriented, maybe lost in the maze of streets here, looking elsewhere as he stepped just seconds too late after others crossing the street, not fast enough to avoid the path of a truck, despite the horn being blared at him. His body was flung forward with a sickening thud, he lay disturbingly still on the pavement, body twisted in ways it shouldn't, blood from his nose and ears.
She normally gave thought to doing what she was capable of before just doing it, it always took something out of her, but watching someone suffer a terrible accident directly in front of her...wasn't something she could bring herself to do.
She took in a deep breath, holding it slightly as her eyes rolled back, she tuned out the noise and commotion and people bumping into her to rush to the young man's side as in her mind she mentally ticked the events backwards, picturing them vividly in her mind's eye until the young man stood beside her on the street corner, feeling the dizzying sensation sort of like riding in a car backwards at high speeds, before she popped open her eyes, shook off the disorientation and looked around until she saw the young man, about to step into the street again.
"Hey!" She called, pushing forward, fishing a piece of fruit out of her bag. "Hey, sorry...think you dropped this..." She offered it out to him. It was stupid...but at worst would be met with confusion, or maybe taken as a poor attempt at flirting, instead of the truth. She put a hand on his arm to get his attention, even as the truck brushed past them on the street without incident.
