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paradisalogs2012-10-05 05:31 pm
deductiongeek) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-05 05:31 pm
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Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind
Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so. He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height. Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.
His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night. Dismal, dark and slick with rain. But there is something wrong about the perspective. Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.
Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind
Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so. He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height. Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.
His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night. Dismal, dark and slick with rain. But there is something wrong about the perspective. Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.
Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.
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"Oh good lord is that...blood?"
He couldn't care less about the snot nosed little brat, but if there is an element of danger here he'd like to know about it.
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Shinichi casts a wary look back down the road. How far behind were they?
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Jim looked down another alley.
"This way looks clear...lets go."
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He starts moving towards the mentioned alley, than abruptly ducks to the side and goes in a different direction the moment the man's eyes are off him for a second.
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It's not long before he finds him again.
He sighs before speaking "Ok ok, look you've clearly been through some kind of traumatic event, and morally I can't just do nothing"
"My name's Jay"
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But before he can explore that thought any further, he hears the distinctive sound of an explosion in the distant. The boy spins and takes off running towards it.
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He follows at a distance behind Conan. Whilst Paradisa likes to share the fun, it's also quick to share the danger too. Sometimes it never really leaves much time in between.
If this was the case he’d like to know exactly what he was up against.
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He's taking cover by a side alley next to where Conan is. What was going on here? Had the castle sent him into Conans personal timeline?
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But even all his observational skill could give him any warning of the man in black coming up behind him who seizes him by the neck and pushes him up against the wall. As he does so he bends over and whispers something to Conan that makes him pale to an unhealthy degree.
Who would have thought that you could have survived as a child, detective.]
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He's joined up the dots now. With everything he's seen and experienced in Paradisa. It was always possible certain worlds might be...parallel to his own.
Conan was running from his version of Moriarty's network.
A smile appears on his face. He wants to know more. He wants to watch how it all transpires.
Yeah don't expect any help on this one Conan.
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Quickly Conan goes through his options. There weren't may. His position prevented him from reaching his shoes or belt. His only chance was his wristwatch. But he couldn't forget that this person had proven himself to be at least partially immune to the sedative before. No, the belt would be better. But he needed a distraction to reach it.
He glares furiously at Gin as he racks his mind for an idea.
"So? What will you do to me?" He chokes as the hand on his throat tightens.