Ashton Anchors (double_dragon) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2011-02-04 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashton anchors, conrad weller, diva, faith lehane, momo mizrahi |
[Closed] Forward-dated to after midnight
[ As it turns out, Ashton's thermostat has been broken all day, but he was preparing for -- or attending -- the ball and could not shut it off. All that was left to do was to let the warm air vent that it would be comfortable enough to sleep. He changed out of his costume and into a simple pair of black house pants and t-shirt as soon as he arrived at home, and then walked out to the mini-porch of his third story apartment. His skin prickled at the feeling of cool air against his bare arms, and he sighed. ]
That... was fun... [ Ashton spoke to no one in particular, his hands clutched the railing as he took in the peaceful evening view over Sector 2. His gaze soon turned distracted as he considered the following few days: the costume party, the mistletoe robots, the party before that... Such an exciting and confusing and wonderful and frightening set of days. Ashton felt like he was being pulled every which way, and it should have taken his mind off of things but it all came back to one thing:
He's felt like he's be here a long, long time.
The seasons spoke of it being a year's time, even though the reality was that it had not even been two months. In a way, he was glad for the swift passage of time, but in another he hated that he was not given more time. Time to properly let things settle so he could move on with them. Ashton had made so many friends, and a few enemies. He's been hurt -- emotionally and physically -- and he's known joy. But the boy hasn't had the time to process it at a healthy pace. The stress of it was beginning to pile up on him.
Those thoughts were dangerous. Not for what they could mean -- should he let his mind wander and clutch hold of them -- but in the way he was not paying attention to how hard he was clutching the railing. How much weight he was putting on bars as he leaned forward with all his weight. ]
[ Creak went the metal. ]
H-huh?
[ Ashton snapped out of his dazed state. The suddenly movement of his arms caused him to pitch forward and over the edge. Standing on the bottom bar was not a smart idea and he was now paying for it. His reflexes and his strong grip are all that hold him upright as his body jerks to a halt, legs dangling out into the empty air.
That was close, but he wasn't out of danger, yet. He can't see behind him fully without letting go (which he is NOT doing), but he does see movement out of the corner of his eye. Ashton takes in a deep breath to still his panting, his heart pounding from the sudden rush. He called out. ]
S-someone! Anyone! H-HELP!!
(ooc: Order is MOMO & Ashton until Diva discovers him. Then Conrad & Faith after a few tags there. *WARNING* Possible triggers: violence, blood, gore, and near-death situations. This might not be pretty, folks.;)