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The sound of car horns blaring roused Jareth from sleep mid snore. He sat up with snort, running one hand through his ashen hair while stretching. Diagrams of the human skeletal structure lay on the folding table before him covered in meticulous notes with an array of white notecards scattered in haphazard stacks. He'd dozed off in the middle of the torso bones. The study sheet for it sat nearest to the window fluttering in the early morning breeze with his glasses weighing it down. He blinked in a vain attempt to banish the sleep from his eyes, starting after another chorus of horns screamed at him. He grabbed his phone and silenced the alarm with a few furious clicks. Note to self: change alarm tone. He brought the screen closer to his face to read the time. A growl escaped his throat when he saw the display read 4 am. Only three hours left to cram before he would need to leave for classes.
He rose from his rickety chair and stumbled across the room toward his kitchenette, slamming his toe into the corner of his bed along the way. A string of incoherent curses poured from his lips as he limped over to his refrigerator. He yanked the door open and reached down to dig out an Animal energy drink.
Only his hand found nothing. He frowned and pulled out the old cardboard box, empty as his hand had found it. Recognition flashed through his mind briefly as he glanced down his right hand. Smeared ink remained on the back where he had written a note telling himself to buy more Animal after work. "Damnit."
He slammed the door to his fridge, pushing it closed with his foot when it rebounded. "No getting around it, I suppose," he muttered. No caffeine meant no studying. No studying meant failing the anatomy test or guaranteed failing it. He returned to the table where he retrieved his phone and wallet and shoved them into the front pocket of his black work pants. Changing had been somewhere near cleaning on the bottom of his priority after his shift. He pulled his brown jacket off the back of the chair and yanked it on over the black Fusion t-shirt still reeking of spilled drinks from his shift. He paused to lock the door on his way out before making his way down the four flights of stairs to street level.
A few years ago he might have thought twice about wandering around Metro City at night. With new villains turning up every other day, hardly anywhere felt safe even with a local superheroine extraordinaire. However constant exposure to the madness had stolen away his fear piece by piece until he was as numb to the terror as any other local. If someone wanted to mess with him, it wouldn't matter if the sun was out or not. He smirked coldly and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Maybe some of that crazy had rubbed off on him.
He stifled a yawn as he walked down the familiar path to the twenty-four hour gas station on the corner. Silence had settled over the city as it often did in the early morning after the party rats had all passed out but before the working class had to get out of their beds. Outside of the occasional car, nothing stirred. "Only idiots who forgot to go shopping," Jareth said as he reached the doors of the station. Only then did he realize he'd forgotten to put on his glasses. Damn early mornings.
He made a beeline for the back of the store where they kept energy drinks, opening the case and selecting three of the Ultra cans. That'd get him through the morning, long enough to go shopping between class and work. With the prizes in hand, he returned to the front of the store and dropped his purchase on the counter.
The cashier glanced up from her magazine and popped the bubble of gum she'd been blowing. Silence highlighted by the crappy pop song playing in the background stretched between them. Jareth coughed, making a sorry attempt at eye contact with what he could only describe as a blurry mannequin. The woman ended the tension with another gum bubble as she set aside her magazine. She chewed noisily while she scanned the cans, "This it?"
Jareth found his gaze wandering to the shelves behind her. Every weary bone in his bone cried out for him to do something to ease some of the stress of the past week. He pulled out his wallet and leafed through his dwindling resources. "No, miss. That's it."
She shrugged and rang up the total. "6.32"
He dug out exact change and dropped it on the counter, taking two of the cans as he did and placing them in the pockets of his jacket.
"Have a nice day," the cashier mumbled as she counted the change.
Jareth opened the third can as he stepped out of the store, gulping down half of it before he came up for air. He sighed and began to make his way back across the street toward his building. A pleasant buzz worked its way through his body, banishing some of the exhaustion. The sky began to lighten as dawn neared and for that first time that morning, Jareth welcomed the new day.
As he neared the door to his apartment, he eyed the alleyway out back. His studies demanded his attention but… He walked around to the edge of the alleyway and dug out his e-cigarette. It had some juice left and he could use the break. He raised it to his lips and took puff, leaning back against the wall. Just ten minutes, he promised himself. Then studying.
He rose from his rickety chair and stumbled across the room toward his kitchenette, slamming his toe into the corner of his bed along the way. A string of incoherent curses poured from his lips as he limped over to his refrigerator. He yanked the door open and reached down to dig out an Animal energy drink.
Only his hand found nothing. He frowned and pulled out the old cardboard box, empty as his hand had found it. Recognition flashed through his mind briefly as he glanced down his right hand. Smeared ink remained on the back where he had written a note telling himself to buy more Animal after work. "Damnit."
He slammed the door to his fridge, pushing it closed with his foot when it rebounded. "No getting around it, I suppose," he muttered. No caffeine meant no studying. No studying meant failing the anatomy test or guaranteed failing it. He returned to the table where he retrieved his phone and wallet and shoved them into the front pocket of his black work pants. Changing had been somewhere near cleaning on the bottom of his priority after his shift. He pulled his brown jacket off the back of the chair and yanked it on over the black Fusion t-shirt still reeking of spilled drinks from his shift. He paused to lock the door on his way out before making his way down the four flights of stairs to street level.
A few years ago he might have thought twice about wandering around Metro City at night. With new villains turning up every other day, hardly anywhere felt safe even with a local superheroine extraordinaire. However constant exposure to the madness had stolen away his fear piece by piece until he was as numb to the terror as any other local. If someone wanted to mess with him, it wouldn't matter if the sun was out or not. He smirked coldly and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. Maybe some of that crazy had rubbed off on him.
He stifled a yawn as he walked down the familiar path to the twenty-four hour gas station on the corner. Silence had settled over the city as it often did in the early morning after the party rats had all passed out but before the working class had to get out of their beds. Outside of the occasional car, nothing stirred. "Only idiots who forgot to go shopping," Jareth said as he reached the doors of the station. Only then did he realize he'd forgotten to put on his glasses. Damn early mornings.
He made a beeline for the back of the store where they kept energy drinks, opening the case and selecting three of the Ultra cans. That'd get him through the morning, long enough to go shopping between class and work. With the prizes in hand, he returned to the front of the store and dropped his purchase on the counter.
The cashier glanced up from her magazine and popped the bubble of gum she'd been blowing. Silence highlighted by the crappy pop song playing in the background stretched between them. Jareth coughed, making a sorry attempt at eye contact with what he could only describe as a blurry mannequin. The woman ended the tension with another gum bubble as she set aside her magazine. She chewed noisily while she scanned the cans, "This it?"
Jareth found his gaze wandering to the shelves behind her. Every weary bone in his bone cried out for him to do something to ease some of the stress of the past week. He pulled out his wallet and leafed through his dwindling resources. "No, miss. That's it."
She shrugged and rang up the total. "6.32"
He dug out exact change and dropped it on the counter, taking two of the cans as he did and placing them in the pockets of his jacket.
"Have a nice day," the cashier mumbled as she counted the change.
Jareth opened the third can as he stepped out of the store, gulping down half of it before he came up for air. He sighed and began to make his way back across the street toward his building. A pleasant buzz worked its way through his body, banishing some of the exhaustion. The sky began to lighten as dawn neared and for that first time that morning, Jareth welcomed the new day.
As he neared the door to his apartment, he eyed the alleyway out back. His studies demanded his attention but… He walked around to the edge of the alleyway and dug out his e-cigarette. It had some juice left and he could use the break. He raised it to his lips and took puff, leaning back against the wall. Just ten minutes, he promised himself. Then studying.