Post by trip on Nov 24, 2009 0:21:21 GMT -5
Footsteps fell hard in the air as a sole werebeast ran through the streets. Running to feel alive, running to stay in shape, running to run. Her music hammered her half deaf ears, drowning her in the beat and miracle of the noise. Calming, energizing, keeping the woman alive. Often the beat of the song, felt like the beat of her heart.
She stopped as she came across a playground, or more like THE playground. The feeling of the facility was, strange, bizarre. The werebeast walked through the odd jungle gyms, walked along the unique merri-go-round, walked on top of the irregular monkey bars, and stopped at the nonsensical swings. For some reason, a reason she could not place, there was something wrong with this playground. What was it?
She sat on the swings, and slowly pushed herself back and forth, enjoying the nostalgia of the situation. How long had it been since she had ridden a pair of swings? Her home town used to have a nice playground, and the little kids often dragged her there to play with them. She remembered all the games of tag, all the running along the jungle gyms, playing games, making games, playing the newly created games. Memories of things she had long lost flooded back to her.
Suddenly, the reason the playground had felt off finally came to her. She had been forced to stop playing with the children shortly before leaving for the program. She had become to large and didn’t fit in most of the toys/games. Yet, everything here felt like it was built for adults. The monkey bars were at least eight feet high, the merri-go-round was double the normal size, the slides were built so that a adult could fit in them.
Trip grinned at the irony. “A playground built for adultz, in a world that iz nothing more then that.”
She stopped as she came across a playground, or more like THE playground. The feeling of the facility was, strange, bizarre. The werebeast walked through the odd jungle gyms, walked along the unique merri-go-round, walked on top of the irregular monkey bars, and stopped at the nonsensical swings. For some reason, a reason she could not place, there was something wrong with this playground. What was it?
She sat on the swings, and slowly pushed herself back and forth, enjoying the nostalgia of the situation. How long had it been since she had ridden a pair of swings? Her home town used to have a nice playground, and the little kids often dragged her there to play with them. She remembered all the games of tag, all the running along the jungle gyms, playing games, making games, playing the newly created games. Memories of things she had long lost flooded back to her.
Suddenly, the reason the playground had felt off finally came to her. She had been forced to stop playing with the children shortly before leaving for the program. She had become to large and didn’t fit in most of the toys/games. Yet, everything here felt like it was built for adults. The monkey bars were at least eight feet high, the merri-go-round was double the normal size, the slides were built so that a adult could fit in them.
Trip grinned at the irony. “A playground built for adultz, in a world that iz nothing more then that.”