LokixReader Colour My Life ~Prolouge~

LokixReader Prolouge

       To say your day had been “not ideal” would probably be the biggest understatement of the week. After finally finding a job through several torturous months of interviewing you had landed a position working as an assistant in a Mecha Tech. company. Of course, the first thing you do is get lost in the city. After an hour or so of cursing the long alleyways and confusing streets in New York you managed to find your new work place. You spent the rest of the say being bossed around unceremoniously. The appeal of the job was low. Very low. But, you mused that with today’s economy you were lucky to even have a job. Nonetheless, after a killer day in heels and a couple lost hours of confusion and unfriendly encounters on the streets you wished for a relaxing bath almost as much as you wished for a map.

       Following a relaxing bath and a cup of hot chocolate, you decided to relieve a little more of the days stress. You geared up in sweatpants and a black tank-top before grabbing your bag and setting out for a nearby dojo with a set of directions off the web in your hand. You had grown up in a rough school in the Baltimore area as a kid. If it had taught you anything, the number one lesson would be to know how to defend yourself. Since then you had taken several martial arts classes after finding that they were fun and a good stress reliever. Upon arriving at the dojo you found a small building with faded paint hidden in the back corner of a small grass clearing. Smiling, you entered the place. You had a feeling that it was a good dojo despite its rundown appearance. After all you can’t judge a book by its cover.

       You were escorted through the building by an old Japanese man just a couple inches shorter than yourself. A room full of punching bags, dummies, and other various items welcomed you. The next couple hours you spent wailing on the dummies and even practicing a few more flashy maneuvers on the checkered mat in the middle of the room. You worked up a good sweat and your muscles felt surprisingly limber. Deciding it was time to leave, you grabbed a towel and dabbed off you face before gathering your bag and offering a few parting words to the old man from before.

       Getting lost in your thoughts was a normal activity for you. Just pondering things here and there, letting them flow from one to another was second nature. There was no way you could have known that your slower pace from your ponderings would through you into what would be considered the most frantic time of your life. There was no way you could have known a god would fall from the sky that day.