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realityshifted2012-10-23 06:38 pm
onehundredbeers) wrote in realityshifted2012-10-23 06:38 pm
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[604 sits transfixed. He's out on the plane, in a chair, and stiffly hunched over. His face is twisted into a deep scowl; his teeth are practically bared. In his hands is a picture frame, though by now the glass has shattered, and the frame itself has warped. The words on it, taunting him in a manner he doesn't understand, remain. Written on the picture, not the glass.
The air crackles, and electricity arcs from one of his shoulders.]
You...
[Who? He knows them. Doesn't. He's not sure and the confusion that's settled in, nesting with the fury that has seized him. Truth be told, he's roiling with conflicting emotions, as in that sea of fury and confusion lurks terror. And he doesn't understand that either. Fury directed towards one man, terror... for? - he's not sure if it's for or from - the younger man.]
Who the FUCK are you?
[604 wants to kill one, protect the other from- he doesn't know. He growls lowly; his clenched teeth slip and bite into his tongue. 604 spits his own blood onto the floor without thinking.]
Does- doesn't matter. [He mutters to himself.] Touch him and you're dead. I'll rip you apart. I'll flay you alive.
[Thunder rolls and a downpour begins on the plane. 604 doesn't move, and continues to stare down at the picture.]
No, no, it doesn't mean any- anything. It's just a picture. Just- jesus.
[He wishes he understood why he was afraid.]
The air crackles, and electricity arcs from one of his shoulders.]
You...
[Who? He knows them. Doesn't. He's not sure and the confusion that's settled in, nesting with the fury that has seized him. Truth be told, he's roiling with conflicting emotions, as in that sea of fury and confusion lurks terror. And he doesn't understand that either. Fury directed towards one man, terror... for? - he's not sure if it's for or from - the younger man.]
Who the FUCK are you?
[604 wants to kill one, protect the other from- he doesn't know. He growls lowly; his clenched teeth slip and bite into his tongue. 604 spits his own blood onto the floor without thinking.]
Does- doesn't matter. [He mutters to himself.] Touch him and you're dead. I'll rip you apart. I'll flay you alive.
[Thunder rolls and a downpour begins on the plane. 604 doesn't move, and continues to stare down at the picture.]
No, no, it doesn't mean any- anything. It's just a picture. Just- jesus.
[He wishes he understood why he was afraid.]
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Like I said. Wallpaper.
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[He shrugs. No fucks given.]
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