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heyfreemagic2015-08-12 12:20 am
oldfashionedfutureboy) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-08-12 12:20 am
[ OPEN ]
[ All he wanted to do was duck out to grab something for dinner. Cook a proper meal for some people and try to settle himself into some shade of normalcy- he doesn't remember what went wrong. Just that something did. That one moment he was on the sidewalk and the other he'd ducked down the stairs to avoid rain or something and then-
Time's lost. It'd been dark. There'd been voices. There'd been- things. Nox. He's covered in something viscous and he's not all that certain as to what it might actually be- part of him thinks he should grab a sample. The rest just wants a bath. A drink, a bath, and a long time spent in bed. He's not visibly roughed up other than looking mighty sorry and ragged as he makes his way, finally, back into the light.
Semiopaque- something, coats him head to toe. Sticks his scrubs to him, mats his hair to his skull, squelches with each step.
There's not a scent- not a taste. Not even all that much of a color but it's like grease and despair and he just- he wants it off. ]
Time's lost. It'd been dark. There'd been voices. There'd been- things. Nox. He's covered in something viscous and he's not all that certain as to what it might actually be- part of him thinks he should grab a sample. The rest just wants a bath. A drink, a bath, and a long time spent in bed. He's not visibly roughed up other than looking mighty sorry and ragged as he makes his way, finally, back into the light.
Semiopaque- something, coats him head to toe. Sticks his scrubs to him, mats his hair to his skull, squelches with each step.
There's not a scent- not a taste. Not even all that much of a color but it's like grease and despair and he just- he wants it off. ]
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[ Try as he might, scramble and grab for anything, asphalt, the rim of the manhole- her ankle- he can't get a hold of anything long enough to keep himself out as he slides backwards, leaving only his arms and shoulders above the damn thing. ]
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Thank you, this was very informative.
[And she steps down on his shoulder.]
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[ That last shove is all it takes to push him back into the hole, scrambling for the ladder, for the lip of the manhole, for anything. ]
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Still, she feels good! If all humans are like this, then the little trap holes they've placed all over the street suddenly make a lot more sense to her! Maybe human society isn't as idiotic as she thought!
So she helicopters off with a song in her heart. Instinct suggests she should be out of sight when he comes back out though. He might be...mad.]