Ivan Marmeladov (uppercutter) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-14 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | carter mulvaney, gil godwin, walt schmidt, week 5 |
{ w h o } Walt and Open to multiple characters and reactions.
{ w h a t } The Human Cannonball Act
{ w h e n } Wednesday
{ w h e r e } Walt's Arena
{ r a t i n g } PG-13 (gore)
{ s t a t u s } In Progress
There was a nice breeze in the air, Walt noticed somewhat offhandedly. It was strange what your mind would pick up on. He looked down from where he was perched in the mouth of the cannon. People were gathering in the stand, pointing up at him, marveling. He stretched his back over the top rim of the cannon, crossing his legs at the ankles, cigarette held in his lips. The only protective item he was wearing was a pair of goggle, currently shoved on top of his head.
He took a deep drag, exhaling slowly. He could hear his barker yelling something being lifted on the wings of eagles, and Walt was certain that if he had rolled his eyes any harder, he would've gone blind. He waited for the signal word, pulling his goggles down before he flicked his cigarette away. It fell through the air, much like he would very shortly.
Walt turned, grabbing onto the cannon. He spared one last glance down at Carter (who gave him a jaunty thumbs up with a disconcertingly wide smile) before he slid down into the barrel. He rolled onto his stomach, the narrow darkness not as bad as he'd been expecting. He breathed slowly. He could hear the crowd counting down, bracing himself when they got to ONE.
There was a loud boom of the fireworks going off, and Walt felt himself being propelled forward suddenly. It all happened so fast. One minute Walt was in the cannon, the next second he was sailing through the air, free and unhindered. It felt wonderful. It felt like a dream.
He didn't even notice that he'd overshot the net until the ground was coming up at him fast and real.
Pain exploded through his body as he smashed into the ground feet first. The momentum slammed the rest of him into ground, his legs crumpling underneath of him only taking off a narrow edge of speed. The last thing he saw before his head hit the ground was the wide, blue sky above him.