River Of Dreams ( Shockwave RP 1)
Jun 13, 2021 14:30:34 GMT -5
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Post by Eron Hunter on Jun 13, 2021 14:30:34 GMT -5
Standing on the veranda and looking down, Eron Hunter, lost in thoughts. The people walking on the main street shaped a summer river of bodies. Their amount was plenty. They walked nearly shoulder on shoulder and didn´t even care about their next. They didn´t know each other, no wonder they ignored each other. People walking on the main street, their amount a river.
They all were different, but they all had something in common; they all had their dreams and passions to care about. The mass of people shaped a river of dreams. They always did. Day in and day out every one of them walked the same path, forth and back from their daily routine and obligations.
It is strange. It is possible that they shared the same bus, walked the same street for years, with one another, and remained perfect strangers. In and out of their daily routine, they stood next to the same person and never cared to look around them.
Sharing the same space a lifelong and still perfect stranger to and for each other, their next, not important, his or her dreams, a mass of nothingness for them. Living a lifelong next to each other, and still…
…Their existence futile for the man or the woman sharing the same space.
On the opposite front, someone we meet for an instant.
And their actions so meaningful for us, we remain thunderstruck for an entire life.
People we meet along the way. We share just a fleeting moment with them, and still, they become so important for us that we cannot forget them for the remaining time of our life. People so significant they can shape an entire existence.
Eron Hunter took a deep breath and went back into his motel room. He wore a thin jacket above his black t-shirt and went out of his room with calm steps, one after the other. After some instants, he became one with the river of bodies streaming through the main city street.
His destination, the seaside.
We meet people along the way of our life. Their actions can become so important they can change our entire being and our entire way of thinking. Some of them, some of us, never really understand what they have done or are doing because they are just living and breathing their being. They do not understand that their actions have become so important for another human, that this human is questioning his entire existence just because of someone else´s actions.
Was it like that for Jesse Jamester?
Had he seen something in Eron Hunter, which changed his way of thinking?
Was he struggling to maintain his line of thought, because he clashed with the young Sicilian fighter?
Had Eron Hunter and his line of actions influenced another human being so much that this very human being was questioning his way, because of the way Eron confronted him? People do not like actions that completely change their life. Humans are used to their routine and fear changes that turn everything upside down.
Eron Hunter understood that Jesse Jamester was a cynical human being. He knew that Jamester questioned anything that was even remotely positive, as far as a life approach goes. He questioned the good nature of humans and the altruistic way of life.
Jamester was used in doubting everything and everyone.
But although he thought he didn´t trust anyone, although he thought he didn´t need anyone, he was keeping his son near him. He searched for fellows in the Syndicate, although that didn´t go so well. Eron Hunter knew and understood that, although, Jesse Jamester was a crook he was not nearly as evil and egomaniac as, say, Eric Dane.
Where Dane looked towards others with an opportunistic light in his eyes, Jamester was looking for fellow fighters to affront the tremendous entity that was life. Although Jamester was a Villain, he was not nearly as Villainous as he wanted others to believe he was.
Eron Hunter reached the seashore in a few instants. The sea breeze caressed his face and the iodine-filled air filled his lungs. He took a deep breath and another one. He looked up, destination night sky. A flock of birds flew above his head, looking to conclude their daily hunt and head home, towards their usual place, where they could sleep and dream.
Dreams.
A river full of it.
That´s what humans are made of.
If it wasn’t for our dreams, we would be nothing more than a heavy amount of flesh and bones.
Eron Hunter knew, he understood, that Jesse Jamester had his dreams to dream about. What does a cynical human dream about? That was something Eron Hunter didn´t know. What he was sure of was that his actions had influenced Jamester in a way that he didn´t like at first. That´s the why of the attacks directed towards Hunter.
Eron Hunter could understand.
He was an Empathic human being.
But although he understood, he didn´t always Justify.
Jamester had a plethora of problems to take care of, but that wasn´t Hunter´s problem. We all have our burdens to carry. Our freedom ends where another man´s freedom is violated. That was something Jamester had yet to understand.
And Eron Hunter would make sure that this happened sooner rather than later.
They all were different, but they all had something in common; they all had their dreams and passions to care about. The mass of people shaped a river of dreams. They always did. Day in and day out every one of them walked the same path, forth and back from their daily routine and obligations.
It is strange. It is possible that they shared the same bus, walked the same street for years, with one another, and remained perfect strangers. In and out of their daily routine, they stood next to the same person and never cared to look around them.
Sharing the same space a lifelong and still perfect stranger to and for each other, their next, not important, his or her dreams, a mass of nothingness for them. Living a lifelong next to each other, and still…
…Their existence futile for the man or the woman sharing the same space.
On the opposite front, someone we meet for an instant.
And their actions so meaningful for us, we remain thunderstruck for an entire life.
People we meet along the way. We share just a fleeting moment with them, and still, they become so important for us that we cannot forget them for the remaining time of our life. People so significant they can shape an entire existence.
***
Eron Hunter took a deep breath and went back into his motel room. He wore a thin jacket above his black t-shirt and went out of his room with calm steps, one after the other. After some instants, he became one with the river of bodies streaming through the main city street.
His destination, the seaside.
***
We meet people along the way of our life. Their actions can become so important they can change our entire being and our entire way of thinking. Some of them, some of us, never really understand what they have done or are doing because they are just living and breathing their being. They do not understand that their actions have become so important for another human, that this human is questioning his entire existence just because of someone else´s actions.
Was it like that for Jesse Jamester?
Had he seen something in Eron Hunter, which changed his way of thinking?
Was he struggling to maintain his line of thought, because he clashed with the young Sicilian fighter?
Had Eron Hunter and his line of actions influenced another human being so much that this very human being was questioning his way, because of the way Eron confronted him? People do not like actions that completely change their life. Humans are used to their routine and fear changes that turn everything upside down.
Eron Hunter understood that Jesse Jamester was a cynical human being. He knew that Jamester questioned anything that was even remotely positive, as far as a life approach goes. He questioned the good nature of humans and the altruistic way of life.
Jamester was used in doubting everything and everyone.
But although he thought he didn´t trust anyone, although he thought he didn´t need anyone, he was keeping his son near him. He searched for fellows in the Syndicate, although that didn´t go so well. Eron Hunter knew and understood that, although, Jesse Jamester was a crook he was not nearly as evil and egomaniac as, say, Eric Dane.
Where Dane looked towards others with an opportunistic light in his eyes, Jamester was looking for fellow fighters to affront the tremendous entity that was life. Although Jamester was a Villain, he was not nearly as Villainous as he wanted others to believe he was.
***
Eron Hunter reached the seashore in a few instants. The sea breeze caressed his face and the iodine-filled air filled his lungs. He took a deep breath and another one. He looked up, destination night sky. A flock of birds flew above his head, looking to conclude their daily hunt and head home, towards their usual place, where they could sleep and dream.
***
Dreams.
A river full of it.
That´s what humans are made of.
If it wasn’t for our dreams, we would be nothing more than a heavy amount of flesh and bones.
Eron Hunter knew, he understood, that Jesse Jamester had his dreams to dream about. What does a cynical human dream about? That was something Eron Hunter didn´t know. What he was sure of was that his actions had influenced Jamester in a way that he didn´t like at first. That´s the why of the attacks directed towards Hunter.
Eron Hunter could understand.
He was an Empathic human being.
But although he understood, he didn´t always Justify.
Jamester had a plethora of problems to take care of, but that wasn´t Hunter´s problem. We all have our burdens to carry. Our freedom ends where another man´s freedom is violated. That was something Jamester had yet to understand.
And Eron Hunter would make sure that this happened sooner rather than later.
