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vatheon2012-08-14 09:06 am
not_heavens_adam) wrote in vatheon2012-08-14 09:06 am
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Raise me up, up through the ashes
Who: Johnny Rayflo and Anyone~
Where: In the plaza
When: Aug. 14th
Style: Action
Status: OPEN~
[As if waking up from a nightmare, Johnny gasped, eyes shooting open and darting around as if expecting there to be danger. What his eyes found, however, was the familiar scenery of the plaza in the bubble. The island...he’d been on the island, fighting that thing with Otoha. It came back to him in a rush, the tension, the feeling of something piercing his heart and his mind shutting down as his body fell apart...]
So that’s what that feels like.
[He sighed. As his heart rate calmed, he stood from his kneeling position, and brought a hand to run through his sopping hair and worked on wringing it out. The last time he’d found himself like this was a year ago...at least, this time, he wasn’t wearing that heavy-as-hell opera costume.
As he pulled his hands away from his hair, he realized they were shaking. He was shaking.
He’d died. Really died. He was fairly certain he’d died back home in that fight against Barry...but he couldn’t remember and Chris had said he didn’t. But the fight on the island, he remembered that, every second of it, including his death. It had scared him. It was the strangest feeling, after seven hundred years of living and a part of him always looking for a way to die, he didn't want to anymore.
So this is what it felt like to want to live.]
Where: In the plaza
When: Aug. 14th
Style: Action
Status: OPEN~
[As if waking up from a nightmare, Johnny gasped, eyes shooting open and darting around as if expecting there to be danger. What his eyes found, however, was the familiar scenery of the plaza in the bubble. The island...he’d been on the island, fighting that thing with Otoha. It came back to him in a rush, the tension, the feeling of something piercing his heart and his mind shutting down as his body fell apart...]
So that’s what that feels like.
[He sighed. As his heart rate calmed, he stood from his kneeling position, and brought a hand to run through his sopping hair and worked on wringing it out. The last time he’d found himself like this was a year ago...at least, this time, he wasn’t wearing that heavy-as-hell opera costume.
As he pulled his hands away from his hair, he realized they were shaking. He was shaking.
He’d died. Really died. He was fairly certain he’d died back home in that fight against Barry...but he couldn’t remember and Chris had said he didn’t. But the fight on the island, he remembered that, every second of it, including his death. It had scared him. It was the strangest feeling, after seven hundred years of living and a part of him always looking for a way to die, he didn't want to anymore.
So this is what it felt like to want to live.]
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[Still, he links arms with Otoha and starts off towards his bar.