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Jetrin opened his eyes slowly, and met a stone ceiling. Looking to his side, he found four stone walls, one containing a window while another contained a door, and a small table and chair. Feeling beneath him, he felt a soft bed. Looking back at the ceiling, he stared at it for a while longer.

I am so bored, was the thought foremost in Jetrin's mind. That and, I wonder if they'll give me ANYTHING to do. I've been in here for THREE days! Three whole bloody days, being bored out of my mind! If they throw me in here, they should have at least given me something to do! A book, a knife and some wood to whittle, even a bloody ANYTHING would make me happy, but no, they just threw me in here, WITHOUT PROVOCATION, and left me here.

Jetrin had had a difficult time after that "incident" with the old man. After being knocked out, he'd woken up to this room. Apparently this room was actually one of the many spare rooms in their Lord Perrin's home.

You'd think that if they can build this big house, they could get a proper jail. Or, at least make the rooms in the lord's home more decorated. This room is so bloody boring. The Pit of Doom is probably like this. Looking at the same walls over and over, day after day… it's so BORING!

The people of this town, even though they imprisoned him and seemed to fear him for his supposed channeling abilities, had at least treated him decently. His "cell" could have passed for an ordinary inn room, and the food they gave him could also have been served in inns. The whole ordeal was like being in an inn where you couldn't leave your room, keep your belongings or do anything. The only difficult part would have to be…

LIGHT, IT'S BORING!!!!

…the boredom.

I need something to do, Jetrin thought, I guess I'll just look out my window again. Following his thought, he got up and off the bed, and headed towards the window. Once reaching it, he looked around outside. He was greeted by the same sight as before. A large tree outside his window, and some children playing outside.

Hmm… I wonder how this tree is so high, and how there's only one tree? I'm on the second floor, and this building is pretty new, so how did this one tree grow so large so fast? Unless the people built this manor right next to a single large tree… which is stupid… which fits with how the people here think.

Jetrin began to examine the tree carefully for about the tenth time since he first arrived. It appeared to be a rather sturdy tree, still with a few green leaves despite the heat and the drought that had stricken the land. Looking carefully, he could see that there were some small handholds cut into the tree, as if to make it easier for children to climb it. The same thought crossed his mind as when he first saw it.

…Are they trying to make it easy for me? If I wanted to, I could probably climb out, but if I did, I'd lose all my stuff, especially my gun. I really can't lose that. They might have been thinking I wouldn't leave without my stuff, but still…I don't now why this surprises me.

Giving up on the tree since he didn't want to leave anything behind, he wandered back into the room and sat on the one chair. He began to tilt his chair back and began to think about why he was put here.

This town is so stupid. The people here too. If they think I tried to kill that old man, they're really wrong. And, even if I did try to kill him, why would they think I channeled? Beyond that idiotic town girl saying that I could channel, they have no way of proving that. And, if I could channel, why haven't I escaped yet, leaving fire and death in my wake? Those bloody idiots can't even think out something as simple as that. Bloody idiots.

Caught up in these thoughts, Jetrin began to lean even farther and farther back, until he was just teetering on the edge of the chair leg. Still leaning, the stresses caused by his weight being focused mainly on the back legs began to take their toll. An ominous creaking sound filled the air, but Jetrin was too busy thinking dark thoughts to notice. He kept leaning and leaning, and the chair began groaning and creaking louder, then…

A knocking was heard at the door. Jetrin, still leaning, looked at the door.

"Yeah, what do you want?" He said brusquely, irritated for being forced out of his thoughts.

"Jetrin Guntis, may I enter please?" A male voice was heard from outside the door.

Doesn't sound like anyone I know, but who would I know here anyway?

"Go ahead, it's not like this is my room or something. It all belongs to your town after all."

"Of course. I'm coming in."

Jetrin was still leaning on his chair, looking at the door. Unfortunately, the stresses had finally reached a critical point, and the legs of the chair gave out. A loud sound of splintering wood filled the air, a sharp crack as the legs snapped in two.

Jetrin, rather than yelling out, just took the fall. He thumped onto the ground, back first, still sitting in the chair. He was still in this horizontal seating position when his 'guest' walked in.

"What's this?!? What happened here?!?"

Jetrin looked up at his visitor and replied as if nothing was out of the ordinary, "My chair's just decided that it wanted me to sit in a new way. I didn't want to, but it just went in that direction and took me with it." And Light, this falling down is starting to get really irritating.

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Scene: Twilight Inferno is sleeping in a chair in front of his computer, Jetrin walks in.

J: Hey, T.I., what's up with you not writi… are you sleeping?

T: *snore*

J: Burn you T.I., wake up.

Jetrin walks up to T.I., and tilts the chair to tumble T.I. out.

T: Gah! Who, what, where, how, and sometimes why!

J: Good, you're up. Get typing.

T: What? Hey, I just woke up. Give me time.

J: What. It's been like THREE WEEKS!

T: So I procrastinate, every does.

J: For THREE WEEKS?!? Write already. People are probably wondering what happened

    to me. Type man, type!

T: Sheesh, alright. It's not like anyone cares about you. But if it'll get you off my case, 

     I'll type. *grumble* let's see how you like falling out of chairs.

J: What? I didn't here that.

T: It's nothing, just wait for the chapter.

J: Right, now TYPE!

Reviews:

Seishi: I would think so! Anyway, it's not Jetrin's fault it took him forever to get around

a wall, here's his perspective:

             Jetrin: Is this on? All right, Seishi, you want to hear my side of the story? You

want to know why it took me two chapters to get around a BLOODY WALL?!?   

It  was horrible writing! Look at this guy! He could have made those two wall 

chapters, and that town chapter into one long chapter. But LIGHT! He had to  

draw it out! Because  he's bloody lazy! And you know what else?!?…

            Twilight Inferno: Well, there were some technical difficulties, so that's all you'll

hear from Jetrin I'm afraid. Hope that's a good response.

She Who Walks the Night: Actually, it's just a heart attack. Since no one in the WoT

world as guns, I'd assume the noise would shock people, and if they're old, it's a natural reaction. Also, he's not dead. Just heart attacked. And yes, Jetrin is really unlucky. With someone like me writing this story, his long list of suffering has just begun (J: WHAT?!?)

Lazy Rob (Since I don't feel like copy and pasting your name):

Thanks. I wouldn't say Jetrin's brilliant, I'd say he's something more like slow (J: Hey! I am brilliant!   T.I.: Shut it you!). Uhhh… maybe not slow, just different. Yeah, that works.

Note:   One more thing, I've noticed that sometimes after I upload a chapter, some italics disappear. This happened like three times already. I re-upload them, but it's the same, so I just used them to update. If you can't tell Jetrin's thoughts compared to my story, sorry. If it gets irritating, I'll try to fix it, or at least put his thoughts as something other than italics. Thanks.