THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

[mind_blown]

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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[idolpro]

She's able to create space, against all odds. But that space is quickly filled with dirt and sludge, so much faster than it should be.

But the dirt being so fast does, somehow, make the top of the coffin lighter. Somehow, as the coffin gives her up, the dirt has decided it wishes to bury her alive. Her lungs start to burn from dust and sludge coming in as she breathes.

[vitainmorte]

[ -- fuck

takes a deep breath and holds it, putting all of her strength in shoving the door up enough to make enough space for her to start trying to claw her way out of the dirt. ]

[idolpro]

As you claw your way out, it becomes impossible to not feel the omnipresence of the dirt. Six feet is just so much. And dirt is deceptively malleable, forcing its way into your nose, your ears, your mouth. And this smells of death.

Which is appropriate, because you find yourself in a dully lit graveyard. In the distance, you can see what must be the glow of a city, obscured by soft rolling hills. And there are paths through the graves for grieving families. But none of those families are here. You are alone.

And you are confused, and desperate, and not even entirely sure what just happened, as a dull dumbness takes over your mind from untreated wounds and brain damage and--

Then the feeling vanishes. You hadn't realized it wasn't your own feelings until that moment.

There is a gravestone behind you. And you can see a path leading out of the cemetery.

[vitainmorte]

[ ok. give her a second on her hands and knees here, wheezing and coughing. jesus.

gets up, shaking dirt off of herself and looking back at the gravestone to read it. ]

[idolpro]

Here Lies Jason Peter Todd

[vitainmorte]

[ what the fuck.

stares at it for a long moment before heading down one of the paths, to attempt to find some sort of exit or information. ]

[idolpro]

The only exit is to Gotham, where a party is happening.