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I think "The Saltwater Geyser" is a better nickname. .w.
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You won't be laughing.
8 yrs ago
i have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.
9 yrs ago
Ocean Man, the crust of a tanned man imbibed by the sand. Soaking up the thirst of the land.
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Is my enemy's enemy my enemy, or my friend?
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You're really only here to stalk my shit, so just go ahead man. I can't really stop you.
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Having spent all the time he had up until class started speaking to Lyra, Jefferson realized that he hadn't done his homework for a few classes. Sitting in the various classrooms throughout the day seemingly increased the amount of nausea that he felt in general. At first, he thought it was just some idiot's fault. All he could smell was the wafting scent of a burning trashcan, a scent that he recognized from his time hanging around with the beach delinquents. Throughout the day, whilst ignoring classwork and teachers, he realized that the last time he felt as he did then was when he was a child, riding on a boat for the first time. Then there was an announcement that called him to the office. Did they catch security camera footage of him smoking? Only one way to find out.
Almost immediately after entering the room, Jeff was bombarded with all kinds of genuinely surprising information. What appeared to be a pile of clothes, a literal puddle of flesh, and several freaking out students including someone yelling about poisoned water, burnt crops, and halved food supplies! Or something to that effect. Perhaps it was the rampant seasickness that he was somehow dealing with on land, or the fact that someone just happened to light themselves on fire in front of him, but Jeff leaned against the nearest wall to him and began to violently reject large quantities of surprisingly salty water from his mouth. After his body decided it was done pushing moisture from his body, he wiped his mouth and coughed aggressively.
"Uh.. sorry about that."
Almost immediately after entering the room, Jeff was bombarded with all kinds of genuinely surprising information. What appeared to be a pile of clothes, a literal puddle of flesh, and several freaking out students including someone yelling about poisoned water, burnt crops, and halved food supplies! Or something to that effect. Perhaps it was the rampant seasickness that he was somehow dealing with on land, or the fact that someone just happened to light themselves on fire in front of him, but Jeff leaned against the nearest wall to him and began to violently reject large quantities of surprisingly salty water from his mouth. After his body decided it was done pushing moisture from his body, he wiped his mouth and coughed aggressively.
"Uh.. sorry about that."
I'm tip-tapping out a post, should be up soon.
@Cinderella Man
Don't think Lyra is enjoying herself right now
Jefferson is an ocean man, not a mind reader. .w.
I don't think I've ever seen such a porcelain smile.
With a light groan, Jeff slid through the cafe in attempts to grab himself a nice orange juice. After acquiring a glass of the sweet nectar of the gods, he wandered about for a little while just kind of walking as he sipped his orange juice. More than twice, he found his glass becoming slippery and he nearly shattered it on the floor. Jefferson warned himself to be less careless, as the glass began to slip out his hand for the third time that morning.
Deciding that he needed to sit himself somewhere so that this didn't end in utter tragedy, Jeff looked about before spotting Lyra who seemed to be enjoying a cup of coffee. Plopping himself down next to her, all he said was: "How's it going, band-mate?"
With a light groan, Jeff slid through the cafe in attempts to grab himself a nice orange juice. After acquiring a glass of the sweet nectar of the gods, he wandered about for a little while just kind of walking as he sipped his orange juice. More than twice, he found his glass becoming slippery and he nearly shattered it on the floor. Jefferson warned himself to be less careless, as the glass began to slip out his hand for the third time that morning.
Deciding that he needed to sit himself somewhere so that this didn't end in utter tragedy, Jeff looked about before spotting Lyra who seemed to be enjoying a cup of coffee. Plopping himself down next to her, all he said was: "How's it going, band-mate?"
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I forgot to ask: does he wet the bed?
Nnnnope. He just gets really 'sweaty', as of late.
Who wants to pair up with the human equivalent of a gold electrolysis machine?
@Cinderella ManWhen I read your CS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E5m_XtCX3c
I was on a huge Ocean Man binge at the moment of creating Jefferson. .w.
@Duthguy
This guy's got it.
This guy's got it.
Nightmares. Normal dreams. Both things that Jefferson was almost entirely detached from as someone who either had lucid dreams or none at all. Which lead to his immense surprise at the dream he had last night. So real, yet he had no control. As he sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, he thought over the 'dream' in attempts to recall anything. Only a few watery faces, melting together under what he could only assume to be the effects of whatever it was he had yesterday. Whatever it was that was in the dream made him wake up in a cold sweat. Gross.
It was at that particular moment that he heard the light rapping at his bedroom door and groaned a bit. "Yes, mom, I'm awake now!" The knocking stopped promptly and scuttling footsteps could be heard moving from the door, as if scared off by his presence. Finally getting out of bed, he scratched the side of his head.
"Damn I'm sweaty."
After a ridiculously uneventful half of an hour spent getting himself ready and dressed for school, Jeff headed out. His mother attempted to offer him breakfast, but he waved it away. "Nah, don't wanna weigh myself down too much today." After stepping outside, he slipped a loose cigarette from one of the pockets of his messenger bag and attempted to strike it lit with a lighter. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work no matter how many times he sparked the flint.
"Damn.. cheap, cheap." He flicked the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, wasn't even worth keeping. Jeff stuffed the lighter into one of his pockets. With a swift motion, he hiked the messenger bag back onto his shoulder and grabbed the long-board he typically rode to school. He slid it onto the ground, carefully, those wheels were wearing thin. With a light step, he got onto the board and began to kick himself forward. Perhaps he'd stop at that one cafe, the one someone in band said was pretty cool.
Taking a moment to remember where it was, he then rode to the establishment.
Upon reaching the cafe, he noticed a few people that he somewhat recognized from school but no one that he'd kick down a wall to talk to. But he DID hold open the door for a girl that he noticed was entering. D-something. Or maybe it was an A..?
Ain't important, Jeff. It's just a courtesy, you're not gonna make friends or any shit like that.
It was at that particular moment that he heard the light rapping at his bedroom door and groaned a bit. "Yes, mom, I'm awake now!" The knocking stopped promptly and scuttling footsteps could be heard moving from the door, as if scared off by his presence. Finally getting out of bed, he scratched the side of his head.
"Damn I'm sweaty."
After a ridiculously uneventful half of an hour spent getting himself ready and dressed for school, Jeff headed out. His mother attempted to offer him breakfast, but he waved it away. "Nah, don't wanna weigh myself down too much today." After stepping outside, he slipped a loose cigarette from one of the pockets of his messenger bag and attempted to strike it lit with a lighter. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work no matter how many times he sparked the flint.
"Damn.. cheap, cheap." He flicked the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, wasn't even worth keeping. Jeff stuffed the lighter into one of his pockets. With a swift motion, he hiked the messenger bag back onto his shoulder and grabbed the long-board he typically rode to school. He slid it onto the ground, carefully, those wheels were wearing thin. With a light step, he got onto the board and began to kick himself forward. Perhaps he'd stop at that one cafe, the one someone in band said was pretty cool.
Taking a moment to remember where it was, he then rode to the establishment.
Upon reaching the cafe, he noticed a few people that he somewhat recognized from school but no one that he'd kick down a wall to talk to. But he DID hold open the door for a girl that he noticed was entering. D-something. Or maybe it was an A..?
Ain't important, Jeff. It's just a courtesy, you're not gonna make friends or any shit like that.
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