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paradisalogs2012-10-07 10:53 pm
nothingtobelieve) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-07 10:53 pm
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Blood hardens in the sand...
Who: Vicious + Open
What: Wonderful War Flashbacks
When: Now
Where: A disturbed mind
Rating: Pg-13 for now
The world lays before you in a sepia wasteland, the sun a distant spot in the sky, barely showing through thick layers of cloud and smog, leaving everything in perpetual twilight. The wind is a howling thing, ripping at your clothes and hurling grit around everywhere. It's hard to believe that there is anything here, that anything could ever have been alive on this barren, forlorn rock somewhere at the wrong end of the solar system.
But something is. Over the howl of the wind, something roars, and then an explosion rocks the earth. Over a nearby hill comes a scrambling group of men in uniform, guns in hand, fleeing the carnage that lays just beyond, a smoking crater ringed 'round with the bodies of the dead and dying. There's an occasional groan, but no one stops to look back. The men on the hill regroup, shouldering their guns. One tall form, silver hair dull in the poor light, pauses, looks back at the chaos behind him with a blank expression before gesturing to the others. There's a brief pause before the gunfire starts again, and beyond that, the roar of canons take up the call, the wind swirling sand into nearly blinding clouds as all around men meet and clash, kill or are killed, all over an empty waste of sand.
What: Wonderful War Flashbacks
When: Now
Where: A disturbed mind
Rating: Pg-13 for now
The world lays before you in a sepia wasteland, the sun a distant spot in the sky, barely showing through thick layers of cloud and smog, leaving everything in perpetual twilight. The wind is a howling thing, ripping at your clothes and hurling grit around everywhere. It's hard to believe that there is anything here, that anything could ever have been alive on this barren, forlorn rock somewhere at the wrong end of the solar system.
But something is. Over the howl of the wind, something roars, and then an explosion rocks the earth. Over a nearby hill comes a scrambling group of men in uniform, guns in hand, fleeing the carnage that lays just beyond, a smoking crater ringed 'round with the bodies of the dead and dying. There's an occasional groan, but no one stops to look back. The men on the hill regroup, shouldering their guns. One tall form, silver hair dull in the poor light, pauses, looks back at the chaos behind him with a blank expression before gesturing to the others. There's a brief pause before the gunfire starts again, and beyond that, the roar of canons take up the call, the wind swirling sand into nearly blinding clouds as all around men meet and clash, kill or are killed, all over an empty waste of sand.
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Which was a pointless endeavor here. He should have know that.
But he still has to suck in a breath when the come around a corner and Vicious is standing down the hallway. The other Vicious. The one with the sword.
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"Do you dream of me often?" It was half a jab at Gren and half honest curiosity.
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He had other concerns at the moment. Namely the flash of a blade at the other end of the corridor.
"Move!"
Gren reversed direction down the other side of the hall, not waiting to see if his comrade was following suit. The other Vicious smiled and advanced.
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He followed at a slightly more sedate pace, like someone watching a play, waiting to see the outcome of it all.