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Johnas had always thought exile was unfairly harsh. He knew the incident with the goat was wrong - well, now that he'd had time to think it over, not wrong so much, as somewhat distasteful, and once you had a good rhythm going it became quite easy to overlook the distasteful parts in favour of the - for want of more decorous words - tasty parts. It was, of course, the candlelit dinner that took it over the edge, and it became very difficult to explain matters after Mary Austin Lawrence walked in on that. Mary was too stuck-up, anyway. She didn't even like goats.

There was one thing in favour of exile - it left him with little time to dwell on the fact that he was terribly lonely right now. Survival was taking all his time - catching, killing, foraging, and eating were full-time occupations, and as such he hadn't had enough time to build a better shelter than a few huge ferns pulled over a fallen tree. He'd thought several times, as he trudged through the mud with a dead, skinny rabbit in hand, that he should be moving on - perhaps to Kingston. Kingston was much larger than the country town he'd left. There was much more room to hide.

He couldn't quite bring himself to do it yet, though. Big cities meant big people, and people meant trouble. That was why he'd grown so attached to the goat in the first place. Goats were simple.

However, big cities also meant food and shelter without fighting for it every day of your life. A roof and a fire were the two things Johnas missed most - it was often too wet to find any firewood. Johnas was glad it wasn't Winter - it was colder at nights, even in Spring, than he had expected. Again, he missed the goat, with its warm, fleecy fur - no, he couldn't think like that anymore. Goats don't belong in cities, and they didn't belong in his life anymore either. He had to become better; change himself; find a way to live that - he looked woefully at tonight's dinner - didn't involve eating hard, purple fruit that were probably mostly not poisonous, with crushed worms. They were easier to eat crushed, he could pretend he was eating porridge.

As he swallowed the slimy supper, he vowed that tomorrow would be different. He would be different, and he would make a new life for himself - a better one.

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cozzybob
Feb. 7th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
Big cities meant big people, and people meant trouble. That was why he'd grown so attached to the goat in the first place. Goats were simple.

I really like that part.

Being exiled is nasty business, that's for sure. But at least Johnas has vowed to try things a little differently.

(Which reminds me, I forgot to pimp this community! Doh! I haven't written for it yet because I've got too much on my plate right now, although I could probably use the session. Writing original fiction clears my head far better than fanfic can... it's too bad I've got all these fanfic promises to fill... wah! I offered original fic for help_haiti, but I got fanfic requests instead. Figures. ;) )
lustforlike
Feb. 8th, 2010 08:23 am (UTC)
Go forth and pimp!

And write, too. Writing helps. :)
sheandhersin
Feb. 7th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
Wow, you got on that quick! I haven't even the faintest inkling what I wanna write about and I've been sitting on that prompt for a week. >.<

I suppose I was asking for it with the goat comment, eh? "It was, of course, the candlelit dinner that took it over the edge, and it became very difficult to explain matters after Mary Austin Lawrence walked in on that." made me giggle. Those candlelight dinners will get you every time.
lustforlike
Feb. 8th, 2010 08:19 am (UTC)
You were indeed asking for it! Actually, that character could use a little more development. Since it's so early in the week, I might revisit him a bit later.

That line, believe it or not, was stolen from a scene in a video game (No One Lives Forever). There's a particularly great part of the game that finds you on a space station. If you sneak up to this one door, instead of hearing scientists going on about research-y stuff, you hear someone stumbling through a "you're a great girl and I want to get to know you better" speech. If you open the door you find one of the space station's storage rooms, a little romantic candlelit dinner, and - there's a scientist sitting there with, yes, a goat.
sheandhersin
Feb. 8th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)
Haha! That's funny. I always liked the Timesplitter games because you could overhear some entertaining dialogue if you took the time before killing everyone. No goats though.
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