[The sound that splits the night sends Jean launching out of his bed, his bare feet hitting the floor running as he whirls around, trying to find the source of the caterwaul. His heart is in his throat, pounding wildly, and he can feel panic bubbling through his veins, threatening to overwhelm him. But no, he's a soldier, a veteran of the Survey Corps and survivor of the revolution, and although it takes him a few minutes, he finds the source of the noise.]
[It's a flat, brightly lit screen, like nothing he's ever seen before, and Jean is mystified by it. It doesn't stop shrieking even when he shakes it, and hitting it only hurts his knuckles. Hitting it, though, does something to call up an image of letters, and although they're in completely the wrong order, through hunting and pecking, Jean manages to make it write a command.]
[username @JK]
s t o p n o i s e
Prompt Three
[After eventually making the flat screen shut up and then talk to him--it's called a tablet, which is the dumbest name Jean has ever heard--Jean bundles up and heads out into the blustering, winter weather. It had been late summer back home, and he wonders how it changed so suddenly into the depths of winter. He must be somewhere far north, and he huddles in his coat, his arms wrapped tight around him.]
[By following a path outside his cabin, Jean had found a well-lit building, and pushed inside. At first, he'd just enjoyed the heat, but then his eyes had gone wide at everything around him. There is... so much food. So much. And in colors and shapes and types he's never even dreamed of before.]
[Jean wanders the aisles, boggling like an idiot, and when something catches his eye, he clears his throat and gets the attention of someone standing near him.]
Excuse me... why is it this color?
[Whoever heard of blue food? Does that mean it's bad? And what's a Pop Tart, anyway?]
Jean Kirschtein | Attack on Titan
[The sound that splits the night sends Jean launching out of his bed, his bare feet hitting the floor running as he whirls around, trying to find the source of the caterwaul. His heart is in his throat, pounding wildly, and he can feel panic bubbling through his veins, threatening to overwhelm him. But no, he's a soldier, a veteran of the Survey Corps and survivor of the revolution, and although it takes him a few minutes, he finds the source of the noise.]
[It's a flat, brightly lit screen, like nothing he's ever seen before, and Jean is mystified by it. It doesn't stop shrieking even when he shakes it, and hitting it only hurts his knuckles. Hitting it, though, does something to call up an image of letters, and although they're in completely the wrong order, through hunting and pecking, Jean manages to make it write a command.]
[username @JK]
s t o p n o i s e
Prompt Three
[After eventually making the flat screen shut up and then talk to him--it's called a tablet, which is the dumbest name Jean has ever heard--Jean bundles up and heads out into the blustering, winter weather. It had been late summer back home, and he wonders how it changed so suddenly into the depths of winter. He must be somewhere far north, and he huddles in his coat, his arms wrapped tight around him.]
[By following a path outside his cabin, Jean had found a well-lit building, and pushed inside. At first, he'd just enjoyed the heat, but then his eyes had gone wide at everything around him. There is... so much food. So much. And in colors and shapes and types he's never even dreamed of before.]
[Jean wanders the aisles, boggling like an idiot, and when something catches his eye, he clears his throat and gets the attention of someone standing near him.]
Excuse me... why is it this color?
[Whoever heard of blue food? Does that mean it's bad? And what's a Pop Tart, anyway?]