Omar Calderón, aubergine with legs and a moustache (gravitar) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-04 17:29:00 |
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There are moments in life, moments that fall far between but can never be forgotten, when a person feels like it's possible to turn back time. These feelings have nothing to do with a time machine nor any sort of science, but somewhere deep inside a voice wonders exactly what has to be done to just rewind the clock. It feels so close, and it only happens during those few times when something so big happens that the heart doesn't yet have the ability to understand the change. The normal, the what-it-was is so close that it still feels within reach and the sinking finality of it hasn't yet arrived. This was one of those times. Omar would barely remember it later. He barely remembered it as it happened, the faint feeling in his head as the blood rushed from his face, the way the smile that had crept onto his face from the rescue of Daisy and the rest just lingered after he heard the news and was unable to process it. He'd remember throwing the chair later, and his bloody knuckles would remember the way he punched a wall. Some time later he would think how fortuitous it was that the IVF medic had already sewn up the cut on his forehead and left the room. How fortuitous it was that he had a cut on his forehead that needed stitches, giving him a private room. That the furniture in the room was plain but hearty and would survive a four foot drop. A person can't just reach out and turn back the clock. They can try, and if they are a Vol they might end up just turning on their powers instead. They might just start lashing out at that room, at the chair and the bed and the dresser, pieces of furniture that wouldn't hurt from a kick or a punch when there was no gravity pulling them to the ground. They might yell, words that were names but sounded unintelligible to anyone who might be standing outside the room. They might yell and punch and hit and almost bust their stitches until they finally have no energy left and fall to the ground themselves, four feet at the rate of 9.8 meters per second per second. It took less than a second, but to Omar it felt like a lifetime. |