Walter Sullivan -- 11/21 (holy_assumption) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-07-15 14:37:00 |
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Current location: | Subway |
Current mood: | exhausted |
Entry tags: | alessa, finished thread, setting: emptiness, walter |
Who: Walter And OPEN
Where: Subway in Emptiness
When: yesterday at 7 PM
What: Training. (if this steps over the boundaries, let me know. ^^)
Summary: Walter's decided to try to use the demon's powers for 'good'. It doesn't seem like he's getting too far before he whittles out. It just so happens that it's the 'exhausted time', and rests against the wall of the subway for a time...
The long platform began shifting and shaping itself back to normal, making the empty subway groan and seemingly ache under the strain Walter forced it to undertake for the past couple of days. The lights flickered back to life, just in time to see him collapse on the tile floor.
Walter was tired, so very tired. He had been trying to manipulate what Henry said time and time again, the thing only could do. So far, it was producing less than satisfactory results. Far less, actually. The only creature he could take was an annoying Hummer, and that attacked him as soon as it materialized. The half bug, half crow's corpse faded away along with the supposed decay and rot the platform was suffering. The only thing that remained was the blood on the back of Walter's hand, and what more had splattered on his boots and pants. It was so systematic, the way he killed it. Like swatting a fly, then stomping his boot on it, like a fire.
Was he happy with killing such a monstrosity off? The very thing he created? He shook his head to keep the thoughts away; he didn't need to think of such things at the moment. There were more pressing matters to attend to. Such as getting enough rest to continue on this hazardous work.
Within a couple of moments, he was able to drag himself to the wall, and rest his back on it. This sort of situation (being exhausted, feeling like he had been literally dragged through hell and high-water, and being so alone that all he could hear was his beating? heart and echoing breaths) wasn't even vaguely new to him. In fact, his instincts told him to be still, and he was. It was even difficult to tell if he was breathing.
Walter's milky green eyes seemed dull, like he had given up something precious to him recently. His breaths echoed in the empty tunnel, as he tried to come up with something to pass the time in his head, whether it was a riddle, or simply thinking.