Sad River (Morning Work Thread ) (Done) (Work Thread 1) (Day 7)

It was the morning, but not too early. Ricky's room was littered utterly with garbage, a few energy drinks scattered across the room from the previous nights. He'd kept himself awake for no reason last night, he didn't know why he stayed awake or anything just feeling depressed. Sleep was the only escape he had to his depression and the feelings that constantly sunk into his mind. He could still remember the Eternal Divide, when everything struck, when he got the news of just how bad the damage was. It all flashed in front of his eyes, the memories of his life back in France and of his family and friends.

Nothing felt right anymore, Ricky didn't wanna get up, it felt like there was just a giant weight keeping him pinned down to the bed, just looming right above him like there were invisible chains and weights and just about everything constraining Ricky from getting up, from waking up to Reality and getting out of the house. Though right when he thought sleep would drag him away from being conscious for a few more hours, a sudden jolt of energy struck his mind.


It was time, maybe today was going to be the fated day just like in those tv shows and sitcoms Ricky used to watch before where he'd actually get up, where things would start to change in his life for once. He didn't really feel like today was gonna be that day, but they say you never see it coming. Life works in mysterious ways they always said, pray and your life just may get better, "just bee yourself" they even said on one internet forum he had forgotten long about the name of.

The forgotten who didn't even know he was a forgotten had become a living lightning bolt, rushing across the entire room and getting dressed in the appropriate attire, his latest job had been to simply fish for someone from the River Way, the gear had been provided alongside everything Ricky needed in order to preform free of charge. For some reason there was even a fly fishing hat amongst the gear he had obtained.

As The Forgotten was getting all of the gear ready to go out and fish, he would eye the strange little fly fishing hat that had been provided with it. Taking a close look of it, was this perhaps a momento of the persons? Had they been a fly fisher before The Eternal Divide? The hat was a very light beige and showed signs of surviving the test of time. It sported a black stripe across the bottom of the hat's center, and had strange what appeared to be feathery bait aligned in a row of three on the side.



When Ricky set out of his house with the fly fishing gear in hand, he couldn't help but wonder just how old the person who provided him with this was. Nary had he seen anyone actually wearing these fly fishing hats except older guys, how old was this guy anyway? Were they even a guy? The guy's mind just surged with so many questions in an attempt to avoid being depressed, to distract himself from what stung at him every day and night of the week.

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Eventually, Ricky would have made his way over to the river way with all of the fishing gear required ready, fishing pole? Check, bait? Check, ridiculous hat? Check! For some reason the guy felt rather upbeat doing this, like his mind was "unclouding" now that something of value was being done, was this what it felt like to try to achieve something? To really get something of value done? Rick couldn't let the bravado of this get to his head yet of course, if he was already feeling good just doing something so simply mundane one could only imagine how hard his depression had struck the boys mind.


Once everything was tallied for and ready to go, Rickster took his  long fishing rod out, and with a hefty swing swung it over into the river, waiting patiently for something to start to come at the bait already. Why was this "fun" to him? Why did his funk start to go away off something so simple? Surprisingly there was a eerie and sort of strange calm that came just off waiting for a fish to come at the bait already. Though, about a few minutes later something began to tug at the line. What was this? Was Ricky going to actually pull something off for once now? Was he gonna get started on getting undepressed?

The instant the tug came, Ricky felt an odd emotion come to him in the form of excitement. Without any hesitation nearly The Forgotten began to reel in and tug so he could actually catch said Fish, it was putting up a real struggle with him. This had to have been one of the bigger species the boy heard about, a snapper, a koi or something along those lines. Rick never was one to really know much about fish beyond people enjoyed taking goldfishes as pets.

The fish was fighting back alright, and maintaining its position, this thing wasnt gonna give up without a fight, however with a hefty pull and even using his body weight Rick managed to cause something to surface straight out of the water. It turned out to not even be that big at all... Only a small sorta mediumish fish with what looked like a brown sort of scaling. The emotion that filled Rick was quite pleasing however, he had caught it, he had done it.


The feeling was so foreign, without understanding it Ricky had managed to feel happy having caught this fish. He would cast his line out, and continue to catch more and more fish. Sometimes he would fail outright and miss the fishes, but he still caught them. After some time had passed, Ricky would go off and bring the fish to the person who had hired him, collecting his payment in exchange for his time. Going off on his way afterwards, except now he was only a little less depressed.

-fin

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