| Thursday: February 14, 2008 |
[28 Oct 2009|03:04am] |
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Mid-day
Where: Landing in The Bahamas.
What: Loki discovers the horrible truth of what’s happened to the haven across the world.
When Loki spotted land on the horizon, his face swelled into a smile—no, a grin—of victory. He hollered out to his crew to prepare for landing the ship and shouted out that land was ahead on the horizon. He slid down from his post and landed hard against the wooden planks of the deck, breaking into a run across the ship. “Land is ahead, mates! Let’s land this baby!” He clapped hands with Theo and dashed to the edge of the ship’s bow as far as his feet could take him.
Holding onto the ropes of the sail, Loki leaned himself over the edge as he gazed outward. It was a beautiful sight, and closer they drew to the island. Through the fog came a clearer picture to the captain and his crew. Though he expected green hills, Loki saw a blackened stretch of scorched land. It extended as far as the eye could see, covering the once green hills with charcoal ash. The grin slowly fell from Loki’s face. This was once his home, but all he saw was a wasteland awaiting him upon the shore.
Time passed as they came closer to the island, and the tone of the crew had become somber as everyone stared ahead in silence. Eventually, the ship docked on the one piece of land not burnt to the ground: a fine stretch of pearly white sand with unmarred docks, the only man-made thing still standing ashore.
( Loki took the first step off of the ship, his boot landing first upon the sand. )
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| Thursday: February 14, 2008 |
[28 Oct 2009|06:14pm] |
Who: Chris, Hayate & Ralph
When: Night
Where: Hayate's place
What: Going to hell in a handbasket of bad deeds and bad choices
Warnings: Mature sexual content w/three people (eventually) and one is a teenager, jsyk.
Ralph crossed his arms over his chest. He was trying to lock warmth inside his coat. The days were easy to bear, but the nights were freezing. He walked steadily on a dirt road. Ralph counted his steps. He was on two hundred and seventy-three when the menial task bored him. He stopped counting. Ralph thought on the reason why he was out tonight. The path led to the address on the slip of paper in his pocket. Paper given to him by Hayate last night.
What had he agreed to? Ralph never did anything like this before. Just thinking about it was bizarre. He said yes though. Turning back on his word now wasn’t right. How is this right? Ralph thought. He frowned. It wasn’t wrong if everyone agreed. Morally ambiguous. Ralph liked to look at it that way.
Was what he tried to do last night right? It wasn’t any different. Ralph had moral lines. He did. The problem was figuring out where they began, and where they ended.
He noticed the lights of the cottage. Ralph walked up to Hayate’s home. His hair had fallen into his face so he raked it back using his hand. He knocked and held his breath. Morally ambiguous. He could do this.
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