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Justin Taylor ([info]sunshine_taylor) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-05-12 18:43:00

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Entry tags:justin taylor

Who: Justin Taylor and OPEN
What: The explosion triggered Justin's memories of another explosion
Where: The explosion site
When: Thursday Afteroon
Rating: Low for now
Status: In progress

Hands in his pockets, Justin stood across the street from where the clinic had once been. It was now a mass of rubble and ruins, which was much worse than the explosion at Babylon. At least the explosion at Babylon had left the majority of the building still standing, leaving the majority of the damage inside.

He wasn't really sure why he was there; all he knew was that watching the explosion of the clinic on his PDA two days ago had triggered his memories of the explosion at Babylon. If he closed his eyes he could still hear the screams and smell the smoke and feel the dirt and soot that had covered his skin and hair. People had died there, but more had died here. The reasons behind the explosions were, no doubt, quite different, but that didn't change the fact that someone had set a bomb and disrupted the lives of dozens of people.

As he continued to stare across the street at the rubble, he wished, not for the first time, that someone from home was there or that he knew more people here so he wouldn't have to relive these memories alone.



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