"What do you think of yourself?"
Dec 9 , 2012 .
; Season 1 , OJ’s celebration
— “Huh, OJ won season 1.. I wasn't expecting that much, but.. congrats to him..”
I stared at OJ, holding a suitcase full of money. Paper was the one next to him, almost everyone was congratulating his win. I would want to but all I did was stand there and do a little clap for him, can I walk close to him? can I congratulate his win much better than this?
OJ was mostly answering people’s questions, I just watched him.
My brain mostly just slightly fogged up.
Though there are some words that I caught up to, the ones that made my brain confused. I couldn't really fully hear, but..
“Hotel” … hotel? Why did I heard that word? I wanted to go close to OJ but it seems like it's like something is forcing me to not, I don't know what it is and why I'm feeling this way.
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What's OJ and Paper planning? They seem busy, how'd I know? I was stalking them through a tree.
“Well, where do you think we should place it?” OJ asked to Paper, Paper thought for awhile, putting his fingers at his head while looking around, as he finally found a spot he clicked his fingers. He pointed at a direction which they walked to, I still didn't know what was happening.
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Balloon was just close to OJ, but hiding behind a tree.
‘ Hm, it seems like OJ is planning to build a hotel, he's been talking to… uh.. I forgot the word for those type of workers.
I want to talk to them, but can I?
Well maybe I should– not.
Why am I even feeling this way? Why can I just walk to them like how I used to? Why can't I do such normal basic things?! ‘
Balloon curled up into a ball, well he is a ball himself – but I guess you know my point.
Balloon sat against a tree, looking all frustrated like his thoughts kept invading his mind one by one. He sighed.
“Is there something I'm missing?” Balloon asked to himself, looking around, nobody was around him nor did anybody wanted to be around him.
“Pfft, it's them who's the problem! Not me!” Balloon said to himself, probably trying to take these thoughts out of his mind, little does he know that's not how it supposed to go.
Balloon just kept thinking of him being with OJ.
“... Should I talk to OJ?” Balloon once again asked to himself, he stood up and looked around.
“Wouldn't hurt.. right..?” Balloon said unsure, he fidgeted with his fingers nervously. “Oh come on! I'm not supposed to be acting like this!” Balloon shouted to himself, he then slapped himself. “Snap it out!” Balloon said to himself.
Balloon then walked away to his spot, he was trying to go talk to OJ.
But as he was close, he immediately went to another way, clearly acting like he was ignoring OJ. OJ didn't even dared to lay his eyes at Balloon, Balloon went kept walking away, his plan of talking to OJ failed.
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He kept walking away, he couldn't look at OJ this time normally right now.
But there's just one thing he thought first. ‘is there any city nearby?’ I mean I'm pretty sure there is, we can't be just in a plain grassfield with trees. Or maybe yes.
He kept walking, sure his feet is a little tired a bit, but this doesn't stop him.
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