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mind_blown) wrote2021-01-26 04:26 pm
mind_blown) wrote2021-01-26 04:26 pm
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THE LOST DAYS... Round 2.
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...
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...
Re: death
Scared or not, she can't just leave someone behind, clearly to suffer and die. ]
I'm not running! We'll take him down and then we'll both get out of here!
[ If there's something here to stop, or get rid of, it has to be this man. ]
Re: death
and then the Joker slams the crowbar into his head again.
And suddenly, Arya's vision is filled with the sight of an old warehouse. She is trapped, her arms tied behind her back as she savages her hands just to escape-- as the crowbar slams into her head, over and over again as the joker laughs.
"Does this hurt more, son? Or maybe this one?"
Weakly, brokenly, she hears herself laugh, putting on a brave face to the end, even though she terrified and in pain and abandoned.
"Yuk it up, clown. B-Batman's gonna be here--"
And then her vision goes white, as she is actually hit with the crowbar.
Take two harm.
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The memory takes her by surprise, almost more than the crowbar. As soon as it connects she hits the ground, knocked senseless, head pounding. She tries to force herself up, but she can't seem to get her bearings enough to do it, collapsing right back down.
The only thought that makes any sense anymore is Sabre. She wants Sabre, needs her here. If Sabre was here, this would be fine, everything wouldn't hurt so bad-- ]
S-Sabre...Help...