The sun shone, up above the Denton sky. Beams of light rained down onto the earth, their warmth keeping the planet it fed and the people who the planet fed alive, for another day. Today, the sun was rather warm. Not cold, but nothing like a heatwave, either. Maybe, with the clouds in the sky, it might not be as nice somewhere else in the city than it was here; but with the land where some of the light shone, the rooftop furnished with steel, the heat collected as it, was absorbed. The light shone upon P.J. Hobbs Senior High School, where students who had finally achieved their lunch break roamed the halls and the grounds, and who felt the heat comfort them as they made their way to where they wanted to go. Above laid the clouds, one or two, scattered across the blue sky of Denton. White in colour, and shaped like however the bearer thought they were shaped.
And above that - above the school, above the sky - there were satellites. Metal objects, floating around the planet Earth, seeing what laid beyond and seeing what laid within. And within them, laid people. Like you. Like me. They were away from everything they knew - their homes, their cities, their planet - to achieving their dream of one day leaving it behind. They floated through these satellites, doing their job. Seeing what laid beyond, seeing what laid within. Making sure that everything worked as it was supposed to. Looking at the place where everything they knew laid.
Looking at the place that they had once called home.
And even further away - beyond the school, beyond the sky, beyond the satellites - was a vast, black expanse that surrounded the Planet Earth. Stars, small dots in the night sky that provided light, however little they did. And with those stars lied planets, just like our own. And maybe, beyond the school, beyond the sky, beyond the satellites, under the stars, there laid life, just like our own.
But that wasn’t what mattered, right now.
Because under the stars, under the satellites, and under the Denton sky, there laid a school. And within this school, on the rooftop furnished with steel, a young man slept, unaware as to what laid around him.
This is his story.
((“Badass” Johnny Lancer: Sandbox Start))
((Hey, Daniel Whitten. It's been a while.))
It was a rather pleasant day to be outside, (though did the roof count really count as being outside? You had to go back inside to actually get anywhere else, after all) which was a good thing since Daniel had soccer practice after school. Not like the goodness of that statement only depended on whether he would be forced to experience the weather or not, though. Hold up. Weather, whether. Whether weather was relevant? Could he stuff any more in there? Weather, whether, whenever, whichever? Whatever. (Ha.)
More importantly: should he wake Johnny up or not? Like, the dude was in the nap zone right now. Secluded, nothing to stop you from feeling like the sun was giving you a warm hug. Or blinding you, Daniel had to squint to see comfortably. Heck, he'd be pretty tempted to lay down for a quick snooze, himself; if it wasn't for the fact that the only thing that would accomplish would be making him extra alert for his Pre-Calc class, making it subjectively take even longer than usual. Well, and also let him pay better attention and stuff, but he found it difficult to care too much. Ah, there it was again; that lackadaisical attitude that was the source of all his mathematical woes; not to mention drawing Michael's ire whenever the poor guy had to help walk him through a problem.
Johnny was still sound asleep, meaning Daniel still had to make a decision. Darn. He slipped his phone out his pocket to check the time, fumbling it and narrowly recovering before it fell to the hard roof below. Nice. It looked like they had about fifteen minutes left before lunch ended, which wasn't so bad. The question then was whether or not Johnny had actually meant to fall asleep or not. Had he set an alarm, or would he sleep through his entire next class without intervention? Daniel considered playing it safe and only waking him up just before lunch ended, but he knew being told "hey guy, good morning, you need to be in class right now immediately" was pretty disorienting!
Yeah, it'd probably be best just to wake him up now. Daniel carefully crept up to his friend and nudged his shoulder. "Heya, Johnny? Sorry if I'm, uh, ruining your afternoon?"