shock and fire {{ Doctrines vs 209
Jun 20, 2015 11:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 11:38:17 GMT -5
S U E T A T E
On the beginning of the second day they sent him a mask.
One hand on his blood droplets and the other hand on metal relief. It had taken what felt like hours to float from the sky, and although some part of him had hoped it would have been something useful, the amount of sponsorship he'd received within the past day far outweighed that of the mask in his hands.
It's metallic lure reflects the sunlight up, off, and into his eyes, every twist of the item sending flashes of false hope towards it's holder. He bites his lip, one half pain while the other half decides whether or not to cover lies with lie.
He adjusts the mask as he walks, breathing out the death of metal as he does so.
There had been no cannons last night, so he assumed that his bomb had not done much.
That was, of course, assuming it'd reached it's destination.
They were ragged and tired, having recently met up with Noah and all of his fleeing desires. He had looked, startled when they'd seen him, the breaths of his one two three pace heard loud and clear as they'd approached.
You look like you've seen a ghost He was about to say.
But then he remembered, they've all seen them.
Surprisingly enough, there were few words exchanged between the four of them as they walked. Perhaps it was because of the metal that covered half of his face.
A half a face meant half the lies, he tells himself.
They come as dots on the horizon, metallic landscape pointing them out like stains on it's pristine existence.
One hand on his bow, the other two spots are taken up by his heartbeats.
"I'm next to useless with this."
He pulls the fire gun from his back and pumps it up. lighting a newly taped match on the end of it.
"So let's try this."
{Sue attacks mutt with fire gun}
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