Day Sixty Five : March 8, 2010 : Monday
My first day in Venus has been (ironically) cool.
The first thing I did was to get a cheap motel so I could sleep. And then I spent the rest of the day sight seeing. Venus is not that bad, really. It's pretty bright and cheerful. And since I was in the 'bush' territory, it was very colourful and happy. Very nice.
And most of them were friendly and warm.
There were much to see, too. Like that corona. And the lot of mountainous thingies.
Venus is a real eye candy. Many beautiful people to look at... because they're, you know, flowers.
Day Sixty Six : March 9, 2010 : Tuesday
Okay. So Venus' mornings are this really colourful happy fun fun times. The night, apparently, is like the total opposite. It's dark, like reeeally dark, because there're no satellites and all. And then the mafia kicks in and, heh, somehow I almost got myself killed. One would usually panic, but it made me sorta proud of myself. Why? Because I just experience a near-to-death experience. How many times in one life does something like that happen to you? Well, maybe some experience it on a daily basis, and maybe I'm acting too astonished here, but it doesn't happen to me often and that bullet really hurt my right thigh.
And where do you imagine a person with an injured thigh is at? Lying on the ground, of course. And Venus' ground is just soil... There are no grass or bush to sleep on because they walk around. They bloody walk around! Cool. But very unhelpful. Whatever happened to grass just growing? Why do they walk around flirting with vines? And why are vines so gloaty about their stupid grapes? Have they no idea how poisonous those purple round things are? I could go on and on about its deadliness, but I don't really want to dwell on such hideous things because I like the fact that my allergic reaction towards it remains a secret... Y'know?
So, wanna hear about the whole near-to-death thing? :D
Yes?
OKAY!!!
So it was dark and I was aimlessly wandering around like the fool I was, right? Then suddenly, there were shadows coming from no where. They were Carnations. I liked Carnations (Note the past tense) because I like the pink in some of them. I started a conversation and they were teasing me rather rudely, like making fun of me and practically squeezing the muneh and of me (verbally, of course)... And when I wouldn't cooperate, they pulled out their guns (All seven of them!) and pointed them at me (All seven of them!). I was, like, whoa. I could've pissed in my pants, but I remembered that I was brave. I raised both eyebrows at them, and smiled like I was amused. And then one of them shot me in the thigh. The right one, in particular. Never smile at plants with guns, I thought to myself as I fell to the ground which I am now residing.
They started running away and this idiot cop ran after them instead of helping me, the foolish victim. Well, maybe I deserved it for being so foolish, but whatever. I'm still cute. I'm glad it's the thigh.
What do I do next? I'm sorta stuck to the ground, you see. You know how when Apollonians touch other aliens' bloods our blood will copy theirs, right? That's what my blood did. And now I have Venusian blood. And now my right thigh is all stony and stuck to the ground.
I wish some random dwarf strolls by and mine my way out of here.
If only such lucky things happen to such unlucky boys.
The good news is that my blood isn't spreading out anymore. At least I'm breathing.
Day Sixty Seven : March 10, 2010 : Wednesday
Kick me in the shin and call me Bob, cause I must be the luckiest boy in the face of Venus.
Remember Rafe? Well, no, you don't. I named him Rick back then when we were together in prison at Es, Pluto. He's harmonica dude! Now you remember?
Well, he mined my way out of that stoney situation. HA! I'm so lucky. But not really lucky, when I think about it, because I still feel crappy and things. Even after harmonica dude tole me his real identity-- Rafaello. Rafe for short. I felt a little better because I can finally sniff the presence of familiary, but that doesn't really lessen my feelings of crappiness.
I still have no food to eat. And those running spices are making my tummy ramble in hunger.
But when Rafe gave me some oranges, I felt like planting him one in the cheeks (You do know what I mean, right?).
We were both surprised to see each other, really. But I'm really, truly glad I saw him because he intoduced me to his shelter. He calls her Shelby. Yeah, it's a girl. I felt shy when Rafe told me lie down on her.
We spent the day feasting on meat and talking about our journeys. I went on and on about all the things I still remember (I somehow can't remember a lot of what happened)... And it happens that he also had a bit of adventure of his own. That bad boy. He's been engaging on criminal acts! But I'm happy he is... He's still the same old friend I met many weeks ago.
His hair has grown a little longer, and he seems thinner than I remember. He's wearing this rad bandana in his head... it's totally cooler than Tama's. I feel like buying one, too. His greasy face is making me want to give him a bath, though... but then again who am I to say that? I'm dirty myself.
He's a real weird dude, Rafe. He laughs queitly even though I'm practically damaging my own spine from all the loud laughing I'm doing (Not to mention all the bits of food that shoots out of my mouth. I'm so gross.) And he always looks so serious, even though he's talking about happy things. And he's got this really impish smile that slowly crawls to his mouth when he's cracking a joke. That, I think, is my que to brak my spine and shoot out things from my mouth.
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