[ Noa tries not to regret doing certain things, he really does. He doesn't regret joining the circus and he doesn't regret becoming a big cat trainer and he doesn't regret spending money that could have gone towards food on new books; these are good things, things he loves, and regretting them wouldn't help anything (even if he was hungry). Regrets just weigh you down and make it hard to focus on all the good things that happen, like how the new book was fantastic and how his life would probably be as boring as can be without the cats and the circus.
Unfortunately, Noa does very much regret his current situation. All he wanted was a better view of the park is all. That's it, nothing more. Just a good looksee about to see where he was and where he could go. That's all.
Getting down was proving to be something of a challenge, though. ]
Is ah- is anybody down there? Possibly? It would be nice if someone were....
[ He gets no reply. Hunched up high up in a tree, Noa looks at everything with a nervous expression. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. He's a cat stuck in a tree. And that's terrible. ]
Third Person
All things considered, suddenly appearing on a train to nowhere was less bizarre than other things Noa had heard about. He'd once read about a woman who woke up with three versions of her husband from three alternate dimensions making her breakfast in the same exact kitchen. They were very sweet (they made french toast), but still. Three husbands was a lot of husbands. Especially when they were all technically married to you.
But still. Train heading to mystery location via foggy tracks was, well- dubious at best, short ride to death at worst. And a cold one at that. Noa visibly shivered, ears flattened against his skull. Well, he guessed based on the current temperature, it seemed that this particular dubious train was not in South Carolina where Noa had last remembered being. Curiouser and curiouser.
The train rolled to a stop, steam hissing and steel moaning. 'Well,' he mused, 'It seems I'm at my stop.'
Exiting the train, Noa's tail lashed about, ears perked upwards in curiousity. His breath filtered through and around the thin bandana covering the lower half of his face as a another set of shivers ran down his body. God damn, it was cold. He was only wearing an undershirt and work pants today; it was hot in the Carolina summer. He wasn't exactly prepared for this sudden situation of Christmas in July.
His ears returned to their place against his head and his tail wrapped around his waist in some vain attempt to stay warm. Better than nothing, he supposed.
This was the part where he felt the sudden weight of the pocket watch. He pulled it out, eye lighting up.
"Well, this is interesting!" He clicked it open with one hand, staring at the screen with intrigue. "I've gotta be honest, this is adorable. A pocket watch communicator. What will they think of next."
revisions!
[ Noa tries not to regret doing certain things, he really does. He doesn't regret joining the circus and he doesn't regret becoming a big cat trainer and he doesn't regret spending money that could have gone towards food on new books; these are good things, things he loves, and regretting them wouldn't help anything (even if he was hungry). Regrets just weigh you down and make it hard to focus on all the good things that happen, like how the new book was fantastic and how his life would probably be as boring as can be without the cats and the circus.
Unfortunately, Noa does very much regret his current situation. All he wanted was a better view of the park is all. That's it, nothing more. Just a good looksee about to see where he was and where he could go. That's all.
Getting down was proving to be something of a challenge, though. ]
Is ah- is anybody down there? Possibly? It would be nice if someone were....
[ He gets no reply. Hunched up high up in a tree, Noa looks at everything with a nervous expression. Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. He's a cat stuck in a tree. And that's terrible. ]
Third Person
All things considered, suddenly appearing on a train to nowhere was less bizarre than other things Noa had heard about. He'd once read about a woman who woke up with three versions of her husband from three alternate dimensions making her breakfast in the same exact kitchen. They were very sweet (they made french toast), but still. Three husbands was a lot of husbands. Especially when they were all technically married to you.
But still. Train heading to mystery location via foggy tracks was, well- dubious at best, short ride to death at worst. And a cold one at that. Noa visibly shivered, ears flattened against his skull. Well, he guessed based on the current temperature, it seemed that this particular dubious train was not in South Carolina where Noa had last remembered being. Curiouser and curiouser.
The train rolled to a stop, steam hissing and steel moaning. 'Well,' he mused, 'It seems I'm at my stop.'
Exiting the train, Noa's tail lashed about, ears perked upwards in curiousity. His breath filtered through and around the thin bandana covering the lower half of his face as a another set of shivers ran down his body. God damn, it was cold. He was only wearing an undershirt and work pants today; it was hot in the Carolina summer. He wasn't exactly prepared for this sudden situation of Christmas in July.
His ears returned to their place against his head and his tail wrapped around his waist in some vain attempt to stay warm. Better than nothing, he supposed.
This was the part where he felt the sudden weight of the pocket watch. He pulled it out, eye lighting up.
"Well, this is interesting!" He clicked it open with one hand, staring at the screen with intrigue. "I've gotta be honest, this is adorable. A pocket watch communicator. What will they think of next."