Liam Byrne (astralbyrne) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-20 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-09-30, bonnie, liam, ryan |
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Who: the Byrnes
Where: their townhouse // SOHS, sort of
When: close to 7pm
Now, especially since he'd dropped out of high school, Liam usually wouldn't have bothered at all with what was going on over there. That was, of course, until he'd met that girl named MacKenna. And she'd been dressed up for Homecoming -- wasn't that what she'd said? Either way, Liam couldn't forget her if he'd tried, and he had. He was completely incapable of forgetting what she'd looked like in what she'd called pajamas. While his intentions weren't exactly the most pure, Liam meant well. And he'd been toying with the idea of trying to project into the high school to see just what was going on. He had a feeling that MacKenna was among those that was stuck, and if he could help at all, he wanted to. It was just the problem of focusing hard enough to project from this far away. It wasn't like he couldn't do it, but he would need a lot of patience. That of course meant he'd gotten a little bit of a buzz going with one of the unfinished joints he had in his room. It wasn't enough to make him incapable of functioning -- that would make trying to focus pointless and he may as well go and find some Ruffles or something. No, the idea was to calm him down just enough that he would be focused enough to take the time he knew he needed to take.
The safest place for Liam to astral project from had to be his house, hands down. That way, his body wasn't necessarily vulnerable and out in the open like it would have been if he'd been at the school. Still, he needed to concentrate. He made sure all the electronics in his room were turned off and incapable of making noise -- that meant that his cell phone was turned all the way off. Everything else could wait. Taking a seat in the middle of his bed, Liam made himself comfortable, sitting cross-legged with his hands resting lightly against his legs. He closed his eyes and tried to drown the rest of the sounds of the house out. He focused on the school, what the inside looked like and how much he wanted his energy to go there. He had a firm grasp of the image in his mind and he wordlessly willed himself to go there. To the school. Inside the school. The moment he felt his astral body detach from his physical body, he focused that much more. Floating up and out of the house, he felt his essence move through the town slowly at first before he picked up speed. He was just a streak of color and energy as he made it to the high school, hesitating at the barrier. Focusing more, he willed his astral body through the barrier, into the school. He felt his spirit hit the invisible wall with some resistance and had nearly made it all the way through when he felt something he'd never experienced while projecting.
Although he didn't see anything at all to confirm what he was feeling, it felt like a gigantic hand cocked back and bitch-slapped his astral body straight back to where he was sat on his bed. Only, the force of the blow didn't stop there. Instead, Liam felt himself flung off his bed, head over heels across his room, and into the wall where he collided with it and slid almost cartoon-like down to smash head-first into his dresser. All the while, he'd been completely unable to breathe in reaction to the pain of having one's spirit psychically given a smack-down. Not to mention being flipped and slammed against the wall and then smashing into his dresser. There was a lot of pain and not enough air, and Liam could just lay in a crumpled mess on the floor next to his dresser, gasping for air. He could not even turn his head to look at the damage just yet. Nope, that would be saved for when he could catch his breath and stop feeling like he was going to die.