RPM
Sigil
Kuro
Boston Bridge
Arty Fox
ImagineTheStarsHunter
Hunter thanks Jules as he left for bed. But Hunter stayed on the upper deck, he wasn't ready to face the next day. So he just started walking. He walked for what seemed like hours, so many hours. My close to midnight he was on one of the lower decks viewing the ocean. Such a view, a view that makes him feel like nothing is going to be bad anymore, like nothing could go wrong. "If only things could be this nice... just this moment... forever." He walked to the edge of the deck looking into the ocean below. "If only..." By the time he snapped back to his senses he realized he was gripping the railing tight enough his hands had started to go cold from the cool air.
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Hunter woke up with a thud onto the floor. He doesn't remember making it back into bed, what he does remember is the side of the ship, and the ocean below. He stood up wearing only a shirt and his underpants. "Where the hell are my pants? And..." He looked at the shirt he was wearing. "Who's shirt is this?!" After shouting he held his head in pain, so much pain. Hangovers. He worked his way over to his bag where he kept his "Anti Hangover kit" ready. Which consisted of Tums, Excedrin, apple juice, and bail money.
It wasn't too bad this morning but it still hurt like hell. Hunter eventually decided to go out and get some food once he noticed everyone else was already gone. Where was somewhere good to get food at almost mid day? Then he remembered he was on a cruise ship! Anywhere was good to him! Eventually working his way out of the suite he found a place with some really awesome pancakes, some of which he decided to carry on him for the day for later. Though with out a box he just kinda awkwardly walked around with a plate in his hands. Soon he found himself sitting in one of the lounge chairs on the upper decks again. Something about this place relaxed him. Just the ability to be so high up, to feel so free, and yet, feel so safe. And with Pancakes at that! To him the pancakes made his day, as long as he didn't run into Delilah again the rest of his day should be fine. He wasn't made at her, just felt guilty. Seeing her made it worse.
Thinking back on that day started to make him feel like crap. He set down the plate as his hand started shaking. "Just... get it through your thick skull... nothing goes as planned. You should have known that... It happens every time. You make a stupid choice and then someone gets hurt. Way to go asshole." He spoke to himself as he fell back in his chair. He turned to grab his pancakes to find them gone. "Fuck..." He stood up frantically searching for them. It didn't take long to spot the little kid who had stolen his second breakfast. "Hey! Give that back you brat!" He soon gave chase, though not being athletic in anyway he wasn't really ready for a decent chase. But the kid was caught so off guard that he dropped the pancakes and ran. Hunter almost kept going, but two things stopped him. One, he was already tired trying to keep up. Two, most his pancakes were still salvageable. "Why does it every time something goes good, something comes along to screw it up." He picked up the pancakes as he heard the kid speaking in the distance. "That's the mean man their Daddy!" He looked up for a moment to see a guy that looked like he should be a linebacker for the NFL. Hunter got the message to get the hell out of there.
After losing many of his pancakes to a little kid and even more running for his life from the Terminator his day had now gone south. He soon just sat down to finish what pancakes he had left before he lost the rest. "Well... This could have gone so much better. At Delilah isn't around here now. I don't think I cou-" He looked over to his empty plate. He was talking to a plate. "It's official... I have lost my mind."
