Horace Gauge (horacegauge) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-14 10:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | horace gauge |
Who: Horace Gauge, Open
What: New arrival
Where: A playground somewhere
When: Late night
Rated: R for language
He stood at the edge of the park, just another regular joe like the next guy. His charred skin was mostly hidden by the shadows. The electricity that periodically arced across his body could have been a trick of the light from the faulty streetlamp. The faintly smoking holes that were his eyes were a little more difficult to mistake, but he doubted anyone would look closely enough to notice as long as he kept his head down.
It was amazing how sinister a children’s playground could look at night. In his mind, the swings were a row of hanged men, the slide was a hulking monster, the empty benches and tables were populated by grinning corpses. It almost reminded him of the exercise yard.
Almost. But the yard, though empty, was full of blood and hate and monsters. The playground was just empty.
Horace shifted uneasily, then ducked his head and started walking again. It was difficult to stand still with the electrical power flowing through him; it made him twitchy and restless. Still, it was nice to finally have some peace, however long it lasted.