Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-03-25 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | illusion, wild child |
All the blood wisely shed
Who: Wild Child, Illusion
When: Wednesday, around 5 PM
Where: Near Red/Green Blocks
What: Gibs is killing time
Kyle blinked as he looked over the stark face of the building he had called home for so very long. Red Block. Up until a week ago, he could not even come near the building without the familiar rage and terror, the hopeless, trapped feeling that had encased his chest so tightly it was difficult to breath. Those emotions were still there, but they were hardly noticeable. They were distant, a dull ache rather than a strangling, crushing grip. It was amazing the things an empath could do, even if Gibney had not yet fully equated the change within him to Violet's powers.
He let out a sigh, still not quite having the courage to walk through the Block again, turning his back to the building and looking over the island. He had returned to Revolve to watch fights, try and spread his message to anyone who would listen, maybe see that pale redheaded human again... maybe, eventually, possibly even... work up the courage to see Violet again. Maybe not today, as the memory of her curled up in his shirt, wounded beyond words by his own actions made him wince physically. God. He was such a fuck up. He quickly shook his head, trying to ignore the memory rather than deal with it, turning cat slitted blue eyes to sweep the area.
He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans, they fit near to his lean build, though he had ripped the knees open to allow for his crouching posture. He had been wearing a long sleeved dark shirt, but the heat and humidity of the island had resulted in him pulling it off, tucking the long sleeves into his pockets, the body of the shirt hanging behind his rear. Sunlight highlighted blonde fur over honey colored skin, his hair worn loose around his still young face. The familiar black leather collar was about his throat, irritating faintly, but nothing compared to the irritation the old red-banded collar had carried.
He rolled his shoulders and turned his bare, clawed feet toward the arenas, wondering if he could bum a fight schedule form somewhere. He was bored and not so much looking to view the fights, but just looking to kill time. He had felt as if he needed to come back to Revolve, if only to check the island out and make sure that it had not harmed Jason somehow. It was an irrational thought but he had needed to come back. Now that he was here he was at a loss for what to do with himself, wandering aimlessly and seeking any kind of distraction.