Sheriff Eben Olemaun (barrowsheriff) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-01-20 13:37:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Current music: | Daybreak-30 DoN OST |
Entry tags: | eben olemaun, willow rosenberg |
WHO: Eben Olemaun [Open to anyone who wants to welcome him? anyone at all?]
WHAT: It's never a good thing when you wake up in an alleyway and have no idea where you are.
WHEN: Twilight/Evening? [Simply because I'm on a somewhat limited timecrunch?]
WHERE: Los Angeles, in the heart of the city? (someplace with lots of people)
RATING: TBA?
STATUS: Progressively progressed!
The last thing that Eben Olemaun remembered was pain.
He didn't want to remember pain, it just sort of happened-the sudden feeling of a dozen knives slicing through various body parts as the sun's rays played over him. He remembered stifling a scream and clinging to his wife as she held him tightly. Those were the memories he wanted to hold onto.
Not the pain. Not the sudden shooting feelings in his chest. He manages to cough and pull himself into a sitting position, eyes adjusting to what he supposed was his afterlife...
Garbage.
Piles of it. He wanted to laugh (They never said heaven was going to be filled with garbage) when a car alarm crosses his ears.
He almost screams. It's so loud-
And everything's so bright-
"No, no no-oh no..."
He's on his feet in a heartbeat and running for the sounds only to be almost instantly repelled. A few people push away cautiously. Staring down, he realized he was still in his sheriff's uniform, dirty parka and bloodstained clothes-
"Oh no-no-no-"
"Hey man, get outta the way!"
"Move it!"
"Fuckin' homeless guy-"
Lost and confused, Eben clamps hands over his ears as he does his best to stagger away from the sounds of people. The smells of people.
Who knows who he might bump into?