Post by Prince~Of~Light on Feb 12, 2010 1:27:12 GMT -5
After I watched some walkthrough videos of Captain Rainbow in Nico Nico Douga, I wrote this while listening Jumpin Jack Flash and some video game music .(F-Zero)
This came out good in my opinion.
Year Of The Mimin.
Prologue.
"Hey, you've heard about that storm that's coming near Americola? It's so fortunate that Sophie promised us it will be not harmful unlike last year!"
"You know what that means? Blue, clear sky for our party tomorrow."
"I can't believe how lucky we're for that day. Has everything been bringed here already?"
"I got that Rolling Stones-single! This one's pretty hard to find- They say it's very rare today. Let's put it in if it still works..."
Meanwhile in Sea Of Ears, far away from the large landscape of metropolitan city, was a loud, earshattering storm. The dangerous loudness was accompanied by more unnatural lightning bolts that crashed to the sea: they seemed to jump down swiftly from the clouds at will.
But they were still blind.
Heavy rain poured on a large wooden raft floating on enormous,foaming, brown-greyish waves- if being more precise, flying from them and crashing violently again on surface. There sat a young man wearing torn and soaked hawaiian t-shirt and red jeans, maybe around 19 years old.
Rainpour and loud cracking noise of lightning made him cover his ears and head altogether very firmly with one hand, while another, bleeding hand holded on the right side of the raft.
But he knew it was no use.
He tried to look forward but his vision was blurred by continuous fall of raindrops in his glasses.
Frowning, the man tried to look once more... Felting the cold making his every part of body numb and almost paralyzed.
Could he still hold on against the dangerous, loudy storm?
"Wait! What's that round, small thing flying just from that wave?"
The man watched as the object was thrown by medium-sized wave towards his direction.
It was carried by another smaller wave, and another... until it just floated against the raft.
But is there really time to grab objects when own life is in risk of getting decapitated by this stormy night?
But it looked so familiar.
Without hesitation, he grapped the object from the water without looking at it.
But his hands were numb and cold: he couldn't tell if he got it or not.
Heart raced rapidly as he looked down to his fist, and opened it very slowly.
…
… A Franklin Badge!?
For a while, young man tried to examine the badge. Yellow edges still surrounded the badge, but the
decal in center where the supposed name MOTHER with mode of some large continent were gone.
It must have been scraped away in storm... maybe more longer time before that.
It looked so rusty and had a lots of cracks on it. It must have lost it's shine a long, long time ago.
He looked at back of the badge, rain pouring still on his wet hair. For his suprise, there was one name written back at it.
Ninten's
Pi
But he couldn't make out rest of it. It was scraped out, too.
Suddenly he noticed the number under the Pi-syllable. When he readed it, it came easily clear why the badge was so damaged.
M__e i_ ___dunk.
__89
1989. The year when Franklin Badge was invented again by Benjamin Franklin's very distant scientist relative.
But the man didn't lose his hope yet. Maybe the badge might still work.
He saw his raft move slowly to the area where chances getting struck by lightning was at it's highest. At there waves weren't so violent and high there for some odd reason.
But there was nothing to do: he couldn't move the raft- he could just relay on this badge. It might have lost it's shine, but he somehow had a feeling that this was owned by a person that was also saved from unnatural,instantly killing attack.
Gathering all of his remaining strength, he buttoned the badge on his chest, and stood up, as his raft drew near almost calm waves. He also took off his glasses, putting them in right pocket and waited, panting desperately.
Soon, yellowish, very earshattering lightning bolts flew past him. They became crashing down in more random directions faster and faster, starting to create a white, flickering vision.
Suddenly, the whole vision had an eyeblinding and a very loud, almost tumultous flash, followed with a very immediately electrical pain going through the body. The badge shattered to pieces at once.
Miraculously, the storm died at next morning, while being almost near New York. Clouds were covering the sky for a while in day, but at near of afternoon they were gone: sun shone at it's best for a long time, and called people for coming out to play at the beaches.
At the long sandy coast that seemed to go at direction of Sea Of Ears, near was the beach, that was filled with joyful, almost wacky dancing.
The flock there was more wierd than the atmosphere: there was a teenage couple- another of them is a really real american football geek, magician, some little kids running from a base-ball player, meteorologist, even an oil millionare, a ninja and many, many other kinds of folk you couldn't expect to be there together at the same time.
"And~ he smashes the incoming opponent!" the football geek in swimming shorts announced loudly as he slammed on kids at front.
Don, 17, catched one off the kids for small piggyback ride, and immediately charged to the shore.
"Don, shouldn't you be more careful with the kids?! He actually seems more hyped than yesterday..." Jane, also 17, had thought with a little worry of what might happen, if her boyfriend's hyperactive attitude might get a little dangerous...
."July 28nth. 2008.
It's been a year since Rhombulans attacked and tried to invade our Earth into a epitome of no liveliness whatsoever, by forbidding all kinds of music that was there... What an epic event that was! Don't you agree, everyone?"
Thomas, Magician, 36 announced this suddenly in pride, clapping his hands loud and gaining cheerful clapping back from everyone. Don came back from water with children and sat on a nearby rock.
"Yeah, I must agree: that day was just so... unbelievable," Jane replied back, sighing deeply while remembering the event Thomas mentioned: all of them and whole world danced that day by motivation and cheer coming from Elite Beat Agents, Americola's biggest motivational secret organization, that sended agents to cheer people in crisis.
It was mostly thanks to them the Earth was safe today: the wished Agents to be here with them, but they've gone to Japan to meet Ouendan, soulmate companion team of EBA in Japan, to study their ways of cheering people in order to strenghten themselves.
"You know, I don't mean to be rude and egoistic when saying this, but if I wouldn't have cried for help when we were imprisoned by Rhomb-"
"Hi there folks! I've got the stereos!"
Hulk, 28 (Major League Baseball Star) was interrupted by the taxi braking in nearby road, a man with a stubble waving from the window.
"I thought that this will raise the mood into a point it might break the roof if we were in any house!
Though I have to be careful in just case if anyone of my movie staff might recognise that I took these from film scoring accessory room... " the comer said as he runned to the trunk to bring off enormous stereos with the taxi driver.
"Chris, you're either screwed up in your mind or you're a genius: these are pretty big." said the taxi driver Jack, 32 . Others came to help them both to carry the stereos on a long metal table filled with sweet gourmet food in plates all over it.
"Sorry for coming late, 'guess the party has already started? " Chris, 36, (Movie Director Of Nintendo Pictures) asked after taking care that the stereos were properly on table.
"You came just in time, some people here were getting bored on waiting and decided to hit the shores- These look huge," Sofie, 34 (Meteorologist and Newscaster) replied. She looked at the kids playing on ocean little faraway, but wasn't worried: at least here was someone watching over them.
Her son, David, 9, waved back at her happily, making his mother smile back. But suddenly his attention turned on something floating very far away in the horizon.
David peered at it, pondering what it could be. It looked like a lump of something orange: there also sticked some brown from water. It moved along it, probably not being a fish as it didn't make anything sudden.
But it was too far away.
"David! Check this out!"
David turned to the way he was called- Lucy, 7, runned to him, holding something that looked like broken oculars.
"I found this floating to our beach!" she said, as she examined them little.
Now this is where David became worried. Could these be something to do with that lump floating on the horizon?
He turned quickly back at there where he saw the figure- but it was disappeared.
I was born in a crossfire hurricane,
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain.
These words interrupted the long and half-dreamed state, that was very uncomfortable to the one who was washed on the shore. He heard those words coming from something very loud, maybe a hightech stereos.
He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was blurred.
But from what he saw, it was almost twilight. He seemed to lie on his back.
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag.
I was schooled with a strap right across my back.
Now he tried to move up, but he couldn't, his energy seemed to be gone.
The man was losing hope. How could he send any contact to the nearby people?
But the music made everyone there, including him, very very uplifting and upbeat.
But it's all right now; in fact, it's a gas!
Yes, it's all right...
The cheer, yelling and mood was begging him to stand up and join. But he didn't still have any energy.
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas!
Suddenly, he just raised his left arm upwards to the sky.
Then he raised his thumb up.
He did have fun too, even though he couldn't move an inch. The cheer of people didn't leave him down.
He couldn't find himself even notice it, but tears of joy shedded on his eyes.
I was drowned; I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head,
Right through my head!
But it's all right now; in fact, it's a gas!
Yes, it's all right...
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas!
Jumpin' Jack Flash... he recognised it, but it sounded more better than ever. The beat, instruments, the lyrics sang out loud, with a vigorous voice. They seemed to cheer him very effectively along as he kept his arm up.
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas...
He used his last bits of energy to keep the arm raised there, and his hope seemed to jump from borderlines of believe and unbelieve, making his heart beat more rapidly than ever in his life.
It's a gas!
After a small silence, there was mixture of yelling and clapping hands, as the people sat on the sand, panting and sweating, but they were smiling their brightest smile: the dancing mood was so nostalgic and still didn't lose it's catchiness.
"Whew. Wasn't that JUST GREAT EVERYONE!" Hulk yelled, lying on sand while trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah... It's was so hard to dance this one, I can't believe we actually made it to end." Jack replied back, lying on the sand too.
A moment later everyone gave in and dropped on sand at their backs. They looked on the stars that filled the sky, looking like an icing sugar with a medium-sized crescent on top.
Silence landed on shore, as they listened the waves drawing back to the sea.
The party ended more better than they could have imagine. Wasn't it relaxing to watch the night sky
there with other folk, after using your all of your energy with pleasure?
It sure did, they thought. For a while, none didn't care what could happen next. The moment engulfed them for the shared silence...
A shooting star flew just past the sky.
Someone said "Now let's close our eyes, this is our lucky moment.": everyone nodded back quietly.
As they closed their eyes, they wished something personal each. Quietly.
It was so opposite to the mood some moments ago. Complete silence fell down.
Thump.
Everyone rose up. Suprised by the sudden sound of something landing on sand, hey looked at the right side of the shore, where the sound might have came from.
What was it?
Suddenly Sam the pug sniffed a scent of seaweed and ran towards to it.
What it found was a body of a man keeping his thumb raised up: the hand trembled a lot and the man's face was almost emotionless.
"Everyone, let's follow Sam! He found something!" Sam's owner Ted, 10, said as he ran to the body too.
After some time people crowded around the body. Chris squeezed in.
"Calm down everyone- Let me see it..."
But unlike everyone who didn't recognize the man lying there, Chris immediately felt that he was staring on a very, very familiar face, making him different from rest of the crew.
"Nick!? "
Everyone turned on the movie director, looking more suprised than he was.
Chris was almost getting bombed by questions regarding to this fellow, but it was breaked by a weak, but relieved reply coming back at them:
"Chris... Help... "
For a while, everyone stared at the trembling body that just begged help from them.
But there was no time to dumbfoundness: Sofie took her phone, while Don and Jane started to examine
the man: Jack runned on his taxi, starting it immediately.
Soon everyone took the cold, half-wet body to the taxi's backseat, and closed the door fast.
Chris jumped in to the backseat and was carrying a lot of towels, which he used to wrap around Nick.
"Nick, you came back at last! But look at you! What on EARTH happened to you?!" Chris asked in a very anxious voice.
Nick tried to answer back, but the words drowned on the fact that he couldn't talk yet.
Chris understand the state. So he holded the young man against him for a while.
"Is he alright?" Jack asked. He saw the ambulance lights flying far away.
"He's... kind of. It's good that we were able to find him now."
Chris looked back at Nick: he was smiling for Nick's great fortune of being found. What might have happened if they wouldn't have been able to actually find him in time...
"The help's coming here right now, Nick. Don't worry.
When you're better, you can tell us everything. "
Nick looked at both Jack and Chris in a relieved gaze.
And after a while, raised his thumb.
-End of The Prologue.-
________________________________________________
I'll continue this soon- (-lvl-)
This came out good in my opinion.
Year Of The Mimin.
Prologue.
"Hey, you've heard about that storm that's coming near Americola? It's so fortunate that Sophie promised us it will be not harmful unlike last year!"
"You know what that means? Blue, clear sky for our party tomorrow."
"I can't believe how lucky we're for that day. Has everything been bringed here already?"
"I got that Rolling Stones-single! This one's pretty hard to find- They say it's very rare today. Let's put it in if it still works..."
****
Meanwhile in Sea Of Ears, far away from the large landscape of metropolitan city, was a loud, earshattering storm. The dangerous loudness was accompanied by more unnatural lightning bolts that crashed to the sea: they seemed to jump down swiftly from the clouds at will.
But they were still blind.
Heavy rain poured on a large wooden raft floating on enormous,foaming, brown-greyish waves- if being more precise, flying from them and crashing violently again on surface. There sat a young man wearing torn and soaked hawaiian t-shirt and red jeans, maybe around 19 years old.
Rainpour and loud cracking noise of lightning made him cover his ears and head altogether very firmly with one hand, while another, bleeding hand holded on the right side of the raft.
But he knew it was no use.
He tried to look forward but his vision was blurred by continuous fall of raindrops in his glasses.
Frowning, the man tried to look once more... Felting the cold making his every part of body numb and almost paralyzed.
Could he still hold on against the dangerous, loudy storm?
"Wait! What's that round, small thing flying just from that wave?"
The man watched as the object was thrown by medium-sized wave towards his direction.
It was carried by another smaller wave, and another... until it just floated against the raft.
But is there really time to grab objects when own life is in risk of getting decapitated by this stormy night?
But it looked so familiar.
Without hesitation, he grapped the object from the water without looking at it.
But his hands were numb and cold: he couldn't tell if he got it or not.
Heart raced rapidly as he looked down to his fist, and opened it very slowly.
…
… A Franklin Badge!?
For a while, young man tried to examine the badge. Yellow edges still surrounded the badge, but the
decal in center where the supposed name MOTHER with mode of some large continent were gone.
It must have been scraped away in storm... maybe more longer time before that.
It looked so rusty and had a lots of cracks on it. It must have lost it's shine a long, long time ago.
He looked at back of the badge, rain pouring still on his wet hair. For his suprise, there was one name written back at it.
Ninten's
Pi
But he couldn't make out rest of it. It was scraped out, too.
Suddenly he noticed the number under the Pi-syllable. When he readed it, it came easily clear why the badge was so damaged.
M__e i_ ___dunk.
__89
1989. The year when Franklin Badge was invented again by Benjamin Franklin's very distant scientist relative.
But the man didn't lose his hope yet. Maybe the badge might still work.
He saw his raft move slowly to the area where chances getting struck by lightning was at it's highest. At there waves weren't so violent and high there for some odd reason.
But there was nothing to do: he couldn't move the raft- he could just relay on this badge. It might have lost it's shine, but he somehow had a feeling that this was owned by a person that was also saved from unnatural,instantly killing attack.
Gathering all of his remaining strength, he buttoned the badge on his chest, and stood up, as his raft drew near almost calm waves. He also took off his glasses, putting them in right pocket and waited, panting desperately.
Soon, yellowish, very earshattering lightning bolts flew past him. They became crashing down in more random directions faster and faster, starting to create a white, flickering vision.
Suddenly, the whole vision had an eyeblinding and a very loud, almost tumultous flash, followed with a very immediately electrical pain going through the body. The badge shattered to pieces at once.
****
Miraculously, the storm died at next morning, while being almost near New York. Clouds were covering the sky for a while in day, but at near of afternoon they were gone: sun shone at it's best for a long time, and called people for coming out to play at the beaches.
At the long sandy coast that seemed to go at direction of Sea Of Ears, near was the beach, that was filled with joyful, almost wacky dancing.
The flock there was more wierd than the atmosphere: there was a teenage couple- another of them is a really real american football geek, magician, some little kids running from a base-ball player, meteorologist, even an oil millionare, a ninja and many, many other kinds of folk you couldn't expect to be there together at the same time.
"And~ he smashes the incoming opponent!" the football geek in swimming shorts announced loudly as he slammed on kids at front.
Don, 17, catched one off the kids for small piggyback ride, and immediately charged to the shore.
"Don, shouldn't you be more careful with the kids?! He actually seems more hyped than yesterday..." Jane, also 17, had thought with a little worry of what might happen, if her boyfriend's hyperactive attitude might get a little dangerous...
."July 28nth. 2008.
It's been a year since Rhombulans attacked and tried to invade our Earth into a epitome of no liveliness whatsoever, by forbidding all kinds of music that was there... What an epic event that was! Don't you agree, everyone?"
Thomas, Magician, 36 announced this suddenly in pride, clapping his hands loud and gaining cheerful clapping back from everyone. Don came back from water with children and sat on a nearby rock.
"Yeah, I must agree: that day was just so... unbelievable," Jane replied back, sighing deeply while remembering the event Thomas mentioned: all of them and whole world danced that day by motivation and cheer coming from Elite Beat Agents, Americola's biggest motivational secret organization, that sended agents to cheer people in crisis.
It was mostly thanks to them the Earth was safe today: the wished Agents to be here with them, but they've gone to Japan to meet Ouendan, soulmate companion team of EBA in Japan, to study their ways of cheering people in order to strenghten themselves.
"You know, I don't mean to be rude and egoistic when saying this, but if I wouldn't have cried for help when we were imprisoned by Rhomb-"
"Hi there folks! I've got the stereos!"
Hulk, 28 (Major League Baseball Star) was interrupted by the taxi braking in nearby road, a man with a stubble waving from the window.
"I thought that this will raise the mood into a point it might break the roof if we were in any house!
Though I have to be careful in just case if anyone of my movie staff might recognise that I took these from film scoring accessory room... " the comer said as he runned to the trunk to bring off enormous stereos with the taxi driver.
"Chris, you're either screwed up in your mind or you're a genius: these are pretty big." said the taxi driver Jack, 32 . Others came to help them both to carry the stereos on a long metal table filled with sweet gourmet food in plates all over it.
"Sorry for coming late, 'guess the party has already started? " Chris, 36, (Movie Director Of Nintendo Pictures) asked after taking care that the stereos were properly on table.
"You came just in time, some people here were getting bored on waiting and decided to hit the shores- These look huge," Sofie, 34 (Meteorologist and Newscaster) replied. She looked at the kids playing on ocean little faraway, but wasn't worried: at least here was someone watching over them.
Her son, David, 9, waved back at her happily, making his mother smile back. But suddenly his attention turned on something floating very far away in the horizon.
David peered at it, pondering what it could be. It looked like a lump of something orange: there also sticked some brown from water. It moved along it, probably not being a fish as it didn't make anything sudden.
But it was too far away.
"David! Check this out!"
David turned to the way he was called- Lucy, 7, runned to him, holding something that looked like broken oculars.
"I found this floating to our beach!" she said, as she examined them little.
Now this is where David became worried. Could these be something to do with that lump floating on the horizon?
He turned quickly back at there where he saw the figure- but it was disappeared.
****
I was born in a crossfire hurricane,
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain.
These words interrupted the long and half-dreamed state, that was very uncomfortable to the one who was washed on the shore. He heard those words coming from something very loud, maybe a hightech stereos.
He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was blurred.
But from what he saw, it was almost twilight. He seemed to lie on his back.
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag.
I was schooled with a strap right across my back.
Now he tried to move up, but he couldn't, his energy seemed to be gone.
The man was losing hope. How could he send any contact to the nearby people?
But the music made everyone there, including him, very very uplifting and upbeat.
But it's all right now; in fact, it's a gas!
Yes, it's all right...
The cheer, yelling and mood was begging him to stand up and join. But he didn't still have any energy.
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas!
Suddenly, he just raised his left arm upwards to the sky.
Then he raised his thumb up.
He did have fun too, even though he couldn't move an inch. The cheer of people didn't leave him down.
He couldn't find himself even notice it, but tears of joy shedded on his eyes.
I was drowned; I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head,
Right through my head!
But it's all right now; in fact, it's a gas!
Yes, it's all right...
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas!
Jumpin' Jack Flash... he recognised it, but it sounded more better than ever. The beat, instruments, the lyrics sang out loud, with a vigorous voice. They seemed to cheer him very effectively along as he kept his arm up.
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas,
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas...
He used his last bits of energy to keep the arm raised there, and his hope seemed to jump from borderlines of believe and unbelieve, making his heart beat more rapidly than ever in his life.
It's a gas!
After a small silence, there was mixture of yelling and clapping hands, as the people sat on the sand, panting and sweating, but they were smiling their brightest smile: the dancing mood was so nostalgic and still didn't lose it's catchiness.
"Whew. Wasn't that JUST GREAT EVERYONE!" Hulk yelled, lying on sand while trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah... It's was so hard to dance this one, I can't believe we actually made it to end." Jack replied back, lying on the sand too.
A moment later everyone gave in and dropped on sand at their backs. They looked on the stars that filled the sky, looking like an icing sugar with a medium-sized crescent on top.
Silence landed on shore, as they listened the waves drawing back to the sea.
The party ended more better than they could have imagine. Wasn't it relaxing to watch the night sky
there with other folk, after using your all of your energy with pleasure?
It sure did, they thought. For a while, none didn't care what could happen next. The moment engulfed them for the shared silence...
A shooting star flew just past the sky.
Someone said "Now let's close our eyes, this is our lucky moment.": everyone nodded back quietly.
As they closed their eyes, they wished something personal each. Quietly.
It was so opposite to the mood some moments ago. Complete silence fell down.
Thump.
Everyone rose up. Suprised by the sudden sound of something landing on sand, hey looked at the right side of the shore, where the sound might have came from.
What was it?
Suddenly Sam the pug sniffed a scent of seaweed and ran towards to it.
What it found was a body of a man keeping his thumb raised up: the hand trembled a lot and the man's face was almost emotionless.
"Everyone, let's follow Sam! He found something!" Sam's owner Ted, 10, said as he ran to the body too.
After some time people crowded around the body. Chris squeezed in.
"Calm down everyone- Let me see it..."
But unlike everyone who didn't recognize the man lying there, Chris immediately felt that he was staring on a very, very familiar face, making him different from rest of the crew.
"Nick!? "
Everyone turned on the movie director, looking more suprised than he was.
Chris was almost getting bombed by questions regarding to this fellow, but it was breaked by a weak, but relieved reply coming back at them:
"Chris... Help... "
For a while, everyone stared at the trembling body that just begged help from them.
But there was no time to dumbfoundness: Sofie took her phone, while Don and Jane started to examine
the man: Jack runned on his taxi, starting it immediately.
Soon everyone took the cold, half-wet body to the taxi's backseat, and closed the door fast.
Chris jumped in to the backseat and was carrying a lot of towels, which he used to wrap around Nick.
"Nick, you came back at last! But look at you! What on EARTH happened to you?!" Chris asked in a very anxious voice.
Nick tried to answer back, but the words drowned on the fact that he couldn't talk yet.
Chris understand the state. So he holded the young man against him for a while.
"Is he alright?" Jack asked. He saw the ambulance lights flying far away.
"He's... kind of. It's good that we were able to find him now."
Chris looked back at Nick: he was smiling for Nick's great fortune of being found. What might have happened if they wouldn't have been able to actually find him in time...
"The help's coming here right now, Nick. Don't worry.
When you're better, you can tell us everything. "
Nick looked at both Jack and Chris in a relieved gaze.
And after a while, raised his thumb.
-End of The Prologue.-
________________________________________________
I'll continue this soon- (-lvl-)
