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Seths Odd Encounter Sr Novel 241103
In the usually tranquil setting of Main Street, Seth's day takes a fantastical turn for the worse. Amid the benign backdrop of a sunny afternoon with a slight chill in the air, his world becomes one of surreal hostility. What begins as a peaceful stroll quickly escalates into a series of bizarre and aggressive encounters, starting with a car swerving dangerously close, followed by attacks from seemingly enraged crabs and an overly aggressive seagull determined to snatch imaginary food from his hands. The hostility of the environment intensifies dramatically when a skatergirl, emblematic of the day's sudden anarchy, attempts to barrel into him with a curse-laden shout. Despite narrowly avoiding these physical assaults, Seth finds himself battling an invisible force of malevolence that turns the usually indifferent public eye squarely against him, leading to a crescendo of public animosity and personal disbelief at his sudden societal ousting.
The escalation of bizarre and unwarranted aggression peaks with a jogger's disparaging remarks and the alarming moment someone begins to report him to the police for reasons unbeknownst to him. The world around Seth, including the natural elements and the people within it, seems to conspire against his very presence, pushing him to the brink of despair as even a call to his mother falls unanswered, amplifying his isolation. However, as suddenly as the curse of persecution had descended upon him, it lifts, leaving Seth in a state of confusion and relief. The sun re-emerges, the aggressive wildlife calms, and the bystander on the phone with the police abruptly ends the call, returning to a state of normalcy. The pedestrians return to their indifferent ways, leaving Seth to ponder the surreal and fleeting nightmare of social alienation he had just endured, marking an end to an inexplicably chaotic episode in the safety of the mundane town of Haven.
(Seth's odd encounter(SRNovel):SRNovel)
[Sat Nov 2 2024]
On Main Street
It is afternoon, about 46F(7C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.
(Your target has been cursed with persecution, it is up to them to survive a world suddenly turned hostile until their allies can come and help get them to safety or deal with the curse.
)
It is just another ordinary for Seth. The sun is shining, there are a few clouds in the sky and the cold ocean washing in with the crash, crash, crash at the nearby beach brings with it the breath of winter washing across Seth's senses and skin. In short: A lovely day for doing a lot of heavy physical labor, running, or some other physical activity
Physical activity like dodging the car that suddenly swerves his way, forcing him to try and dodge. Sudden activity like the angry crabs that are suddenly crawling up and hopping onto the sidewalk, pinching and attacking with their tiny, pinchy, blunt claws. The sudden frantic energy that is a seagull that decides - nay, insists - that the man has food in his hands and that it MUST HAVE the food that Seth has regardless of the actual content, intent on battering him with dirty white-feathered wings and sand while sqwaking nosily.
The sky itself seems to darken, turn more gloomy, a cloud moving in the way of the cheerful sun to cast everything into ominous shade. Without those beams of warmth the chill feels more biting and miserable, more targeted. A certain feeling of simmering hostility that seems to radiate from the ground itself.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," Some skatergirl(?) says, too many piercings, too much speed, sweaty and acne-ridden and BLAZING on by Seth in an attempt to knock him over as nature and people suddenly starts to turn. It feels like an ominous weight. Like the inside of Sludgefukk, ony people aren't having fun and every single inch of their attention is focused...
On Seth.
Seth strolls along, a grin on his face. Undeniably, it's a good day! A job and a place to live both acquired, and without too much hassle too, what could bring him down? Well, the car that swerves his way is definitely a start. He staggers back and narrowly avoids dropping his phone. He gapes at it as it zooms off down the street, but after it's out of sight, he simply shakes his head, stuffs his phone away, and continues along, only mildly shaken. It's not long until he encounters the swarm of crabs, and he splutters and curses as he kicks them away, hugging his jacket tighter around his body and dashing through them. Just as he thinks he's ran far enough, and shakes off a crustacean that has attached itself by the claws to his jean leg, the seagull comes swooping down, snapping and squawking at him. "Fuck off!" he shouts, loud enough to draw gazes, as he shields his face and swats at the air. So distracted by the sudden attack, he doesn't even see the skatergirl come barreling down the sidewalk, not at first. When the bird finally flaps far enough away to grant him sight again, she's almost on him, her screaming announcing her coming. She doesn't quite collide with him, but he stumbles as he tries to get out of her way, and lands squarely on his ass with a thud, expression screwing up in a pain as he lets out a muffled grunt. Head spinning, it takes him a moment to realise that he's being watched, by... everyone nearby. "What. The. Fuck." he mutters quietly to himself at his sudden fall from grace, clambering to his feet and simply standing there for a moment, "I'm fine, thanks!" he calls bitterly, eyes darting from left to right as he starts to trudge along on his route, shouldering his way past a staring pedestrian. He keeps his head down, and his shoulders high.
Crab: Flung. Seagull. Fended. Skatergirl: Survived. The last of which flips Seth off on the way past as she continues rolling on down the street. People walking along, their phones, their newspapers, all of them giving Seth suspicious, hostile squints. Some of them move to the opposite side of the sidewalk simply to avoid him. Dogs growl, raising their hackles. The pedestrian he pushes by shoves him back, leaving Seth briefly stumbling. Has the entire world gone mad?
This was a weird day indeed. Some do not opt to glare, instead moving to the opposite side of the street. A jogger spits on the floor nearby Seth on the way past, his eyes briefly looking at Seth's clothes and piercings, "Fucking disgusting, get a real fucking job," he sneers at Seth on the way past. A man surrounded by figurative spears and hostility, the drum-drum of boots and the dialing of numbers. "Hello, police...?" Someone's literally calling to get Seth arrested, giving his address in brief to the responder on the other side.
A bus passes by, horns blaring, filled with school children, the bus driver giving Seth a hateful glare while every single child jeers at him. One might think this was some sort of nightmare - but, nay. The pain from the bruises, the dusting of dirt and grim. This is very much a real thing that is happening, too much solidity and truth and fact into this life.
It doesn't take Seth long to notice the stares, the avoidance, the aura of hostility that seems to be radiating out from the world and suffocating him. "What the fuck is your problem man!" he calls after the pedestrian that shoved him, scowling, before he speeds up his footsteps and continues along. His heart quickens in his chest, thump thump thump ringing in his ears, a hot flush of anger and dread. He balks at the jogger who spits at him, "I got a real fucking job!" he calls after him as well. He seems about ready to keep shouting, but that's when his ears prick up and he realises, as he gives the address, that that nearby man isn't just calling the police, he's calling the police on -him-. He quiets down then, muttering under his breath, "What the fuck is going on..."
Seth breathes out a slow breath, an attempt to calm himself a little, and continues trudging along. He pulls out his phone again as he's walking, and pulls up a contact. Mum. It rings, and rings, but there's no answer. It goes to voicemail. Not even a personal voicemail, just the automatic one. He puts it away again. Suddenly, he feels oddly cold. His muscles are tense, the bruises still throbbing. Aside from that, he doesn't have a single friend to call.
Suddenly - as swiftly as it happened - the cloud drifts out of the way. The sun is shining down. Birds settle their feathers, smoothing it out, grooming themselves. The person calling the cops blinks - furrowing their brow, says "Never mind," And hangs up. Normalcy reclaims the space. Silence drifts back in - it's a normal sunny day.
The next jogger that comes by ignores Seth.
Just another, normal safe day in Haven.
The escalation of bizarre and unwarranted aggression peaks with a jogger's disparaging remarks and the alarming moment someone begins to report him to the police for reasons unbeknownst to him. The world around Seth, including the natural elements and the people within it, seems to conspire against his very presence, pushing him to the brink of despair as even a call to his mother falls unanswered, amplifying his isolation. However, as suddenly as the curse of persecution had descended upon him, it lifts, leaving Seth in a state of confusion and relief. The sun re-emerges, the aggressive wildlife calms, and the bystander on the phone with the police abruptly ends the call, returning to a state of normalcy. The pedestrians return to their indifferent ways, leaving Seth to ponder the surreal and fleeting nightmare of social alienation he had just endured, marking an end to an inexplicably chaotic episode in the safety of the mundane town of Haven.
(Seth's odd encounter(SRNovel):SRNovel)
[Sat Nov 2 2024]
On Main Street
It is afternoon, about 46F(7C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.
(Your target has been cursed with persecution, it is up to them to survive a world suddenly turned hostile until their allies can come and help get them to safety or deal with the curse.
)
It is just another ordinary for Seth. The sun is shining, there are a few clouds in the sky and the cold ocean washing in with the crash, crash, crash at the nearby beach brings with it the breath of winter washing across Seth's senses and skin. In short: A lovely day for doing a lot of heavy physical labor, running, or some other physical activity
Physical activity like dodging the car that suddenly swerves his way, forcing him to try and dodge. Sudden activity like the angry crabs that are suddenly crawling up and hopping onto the sidewalk, pinching and attacking with their tiny, pinchy, blunt claws. The sudden frantic energy that is a seagull that decides - nay, insists - that the man has food in his hands and that it MUST HAVE the food that Seth has regardless of the actual content, intent on battering him with dirty white-feathered wings and sand while sqwaking nosily.
The sky itself seems to darken, turn more gloomy, a cloud moving in the way of the cheerful sun to cast everything into ominous shade. Without those beams of warmth the chill feels more biting and miserable, more targeted. A certain feeling of simmering hostility that seems to radiate from the ground itself.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," Some skatergirl(?) says, too many piercings, too much speed, sweaty and acne-ridden and BLAZING on by Seth in an attempt to knock him over as nature and people suddenly starts to turn. It feels like an ominous weight. Like the inside of Sludgefukk, ony people aren't having fun and every single inch of their attention is focused...
On Seth.
Seth strolls along, a grin on his face. Undeniably, it's a good day! A job and a place to live both acquired, and without too much hassle too, what could bring him down? Well, the car that swerves his way is definitely a start. He staggers back and narrowly avoids dropping his phone. He gapes at it as it zooms off down the street, but after it's out of sight, he simply shakes his head, stuffs his phone away, and continues along, only mildly shaken. It's not long until he encounters the swarm of crabs, and he splutters and curses as he kicks them away, hugging his jacket tighter around his body and dashing through them. Just as he thinks he's ran far enough, and shakes off a crustacean that has attached itself by the claws to his jean leg, the seagull comes swooping down, snapping and squawking at him. "Fuck off!" he shouts, loud enough to draw gazes, as he shields his face and swats at the air. So distracted by the sudden attack, he doesn't even see the skatergirl come barreling down the sidewalk, not at first. When the bird finally flaps far enough away to grant him sight again, she's almost on him, her screaming announcing her coming. She doesn't quite collide with him, but he stumbles as he tries to get out of her way, and lands squarely on his ass with a thud, expression screwing up in a pain as he lets out a muffled grunt. Head spinning, it takes him a moment to realise that he's being watched, by... everyone nearby. "What. The. Fuck." he mutters quietly to himself at his sudden fall from grace, clambering to his feet and simply standing there for a moment, "I'm fine, thanks!" he calls bitterly, eyes darting from left to right as he starts to trudge along on his route, shouldering his way past a staring pedestrian. He keeps his head down, and his shoulders high.
Crab: Flung. Seagull. Fended. Skatergirl: Survived. The last of which flips Seth off on the way past as she continues rolling on down the street. People walking along, their phones, their newspapers, all of them giving Seth suspicious, hostile squints. Some of them move to the opposite side of the sidewalk simply to avoid him. Dogs growl, raising their hackles. The pedestrian he pushes by shoves him back, leaving Seth briefly stumbling. Has the entire world gone mad?
This was a weird day indeed. Some do not opt to glare, instead moving to the opposite side of the street. A jogger spits on the floor nearby Seth on the way past, his eyes briefly looking at Seth's clothes and piercings, "Fucking disgusting, get a real fucking job," he sneers at Seth on the way past. A man surrounded by figurative spears and hostility, the drum-drum of boots and the dialing of numbers. "Hello, police...?" Someone's literally calling to get Seth arrested, giving his address in brief to the responder on the other side.
A bus passes by, horns blaring, filled with school children, the bus driver giving Seth a hateful glare while every single child jeers at him. One might think this was some sort of nightmare - but, nay. The pain from the bruises, the dusting of dirt and grim. This is very much a real thing that is happening, too much solidity and truth and fact into this life.
It doesn't take Seth long to notice the stares, the avoidance, the aura of hostility that seems to be radiating out from the world and suffocating him. "What the fuck is your problem man!" he calls after the pedestrian that shoved him, scowling, before he speeds up his footsteps and continues along. His heart quickens in his chest, thump thump thump ringing in his ears, a hot flush of anger and dread. He balks at the jogger who spits at him, "I got a real fucking job!" he calls after him as well. He seems about ready to keep shouting, but that's when his ears prick up and he realises, as he gives the address, that that nearby man isn't just calling the police, he's calling the police on -him-. He quiets down then, muttering under his breath, "What the fuck is going on..."
Seth breathes out a slow breath, an attempt to calm himself a little, and continues trudging along. He pulls out his phone again as he's walking, and pulls up a contact. Mum. It rings, and rings, but there's no answer. It goes to voicemail. Not even a personal voicemail, just the automatic one. He puts it away again. Suddenly, he feels oddly cold. His muscles are tense, the bruises still throbbing. Aside from that, he doesn't have a single friend to call.
Suddenly - as swiftly as it happened - the cloud drifts out of the way. The sun is shining down. Birds settle their feathers, smoothing it out, grooming themselves. The person calling the cops blinks - furrowing their brow, says "Never mind," And hangs up. Normalcy reclaims the space. Silence drifts back in - it's a normal sunny day.
The next jogger that comes by ignores Seth.
Just another, normal safe day in Haven.