Post by Solka on Oct 13, 2007 8:36:24 GMT -5
Falling deeper into darkness...
....Can you feel it all?
.... Can you sense the ticking of the clock.
...Tick tock goes the time bomb
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She woke up covered in cold sweats.
"What was that all about..." She panted and looked out the window. Darkness. Only the few twinkling of the endless lamps, feeling like stars. Artificial stars. As artificial as it gets. She lay back down on the sweat-wet pillows and closed her eyes.
"Crap..." She sighed and turned around, clinging tightly to the covers, her black hair laying unevenly behind her. "Why did it have to happen again?" She rubbed the prickling on her forehead away "Damned spirits. Won't let me get any rest." She got up, frowning, and kicking the covers off her. "Yeah, yeah, I get it already. Sheesh." She walked up to the bathroom and turned the tap on, letting the water rush into the clamp her hands formed. She threw the water on her face and neck and cleaned it off again with the towel.
Steps echoing off in the distance.
Whispers. Whispers in the dark. Riddles.
"What riddles."
Riddles. Ones you can't solve alone.
"Feels like a movie..."
Not fiction. Reality.
"Yeah... Not fiction..." She sighed and tied her hair up like she did every morning. Like she did every time he wasn't around. She swallowed dry and looked out the window again, waiting for him to say something to her. Calm her down. Because he was the only one who could make her stop worrying about him.
"Sniper...?" She asked, "What am I going to do now?" Silence. "I think maybe... Just maybe... You need to let go." Came the soft, british voice she knew since forever. "You sure?" Again. Silence. The torturing, crushing silence that seemed to come in a package with the darkness. "I'm sure." He nodded and patted her back. "I'm sure all you need to do now is stop. And let go." She nodded and touched the letter on her nightstand. She looked at it nostalgically and sighed again. She picked up the Phoenix from the chair and left.
Behind lay the letter... Endless paper with marked dots of black. Icy cold letters carved deeply into stone.
Peaches won't rot. At least not yet.
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Oh yeah only the intelligent can understand this RP. XD Keep going if you like it and understand it.
....Can you feel it all?
.... Can you sense the ticking of the clock.
...Tick tock goes the time bomb
* * * *
She woke up covered in cold sweats.
"What was that all about..." She panted and looked out the window. Darkness. Only the few twinkling of the endless lamps, feeling like stars. Artificial stars. As artificial as it gets. She lay back down on the sweat-wet pillows and closed her eyes.
"Crap..." She sighed and turned around, clinging tightly to the covers, her black hair laying unevenly behind her. "Why did it have to happen again?" She rubbed the prickling on her forehead away "Damned spirits. Won't let me get any rest." She got up, frowning, and kicking the covers off her. "Yeah, yeah, I get it already. Sheesh." She walked up to the bathroom and turned the tap on, letting the water rush into the clamp her hands formed. She threw the water on her face and neck and cleaned it off again with the towel.
Steps echoing off in the distance.
Whispers. Whispers in the dark. Riddles.
"What riddles."
Riddles. Ones you can't solve alone.
"Feels like a movie..."
Not fiction. Reality.
"Yeah... Not fiction..." She sighed and tied her hair up like she did every morning. Like she did every time he wasn't around. She swallowed dry and looked out the window again, waiting for him to say something to her. Calm her down. Because he was the only one who could make her stop worrying about him.
"Sniper...?" She asked, "What am I going to do now?" Silence. "I think maybe... Just maybe... You need to let go." Came the soft, british voice she knew since forever. "You sure?" Again. Silence. The torturing, crushing silence that seemed to come in a package with the darkness. "I'm sure." He nodded and patted her back. "I'm sure all you need to do now is stop. And let go." She nodded and touched the letter on her nightstand. She looked at it nostalgically and sighed again. She picked up the Phoenix from the chair and left.
Behind lay the letter... Endless paper with marked dots of black. Icy cold letters carved deeply into stone.
Peaches won't rot. At least not yet.
----
Oh yeah only the intelligent can understand this RP. XD Keep going if you like it and understand it.