Bazzer (bookman_bazzer) wrote in omega_rpg, @ 2008-06-17 10:32:00 |
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Current location: | unknown |
Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | bazzer, mim miller |
We're not in Kansas anymore
Who: Bazzer & Open! (Simon perhaps?)
Where: The Library basement
When: today
Why: Bazzer's unexpected arrival
In the Underground, night and day meant little as there was no sun to mark the passing of time; however, most people that populated the Underground, the rejects, outsiders and those wanted by the law (or any permutation thereof) did not mind that. They used it to their advantage, being active in the night where the Topside people would never notice them, venturing up as needed to scrounge for supplies or random odds and ends that they did not have down below.
Bazzer generally did not go up looking for things though, it was well known that he paid for books or other literature and the children would bring him back anything they found in the hopes of a few copper coins. Instead, he had gone up tonight to fly. He couldn't go up too often, there being a price on his head for subversion and crimes against the state, but he simply had to stretch his wings and fly. He knew that one day he would he could be caught, but the alternative was unthinkable. Until then, he took his changes.
If you asked him though, he would say that that thinking and challenging others to think is not a crime, though aiding and abetting known terrorists and political activism was a crime according to those Topside. That was why he wad a part of the Underground. Not everyone in the Underground was a terrorist, the Underground was home to all who rejected the totalitarian and structured society above, it provided an outlet for the musicians, artists, and thinkers. It was a kalaidescope of colour and design, the antithesis of the uniformity and blandness above.
As he flew through the sky though, nothing could bother him. It was freeing and exhilarating, not to mention just fun. Not paying attention as he twisted and dove through the air, he barely noticed the the pale light clouds beginning to swirld nearby until he was practically on top of it. Unable to alter his course, he flew into what wasn't clouds at all, but light, trying to slow himself, but disappearing through it completely.
On the other side he was ejected violently, rolling onto the hard ground head over heels, his wings caught up behind him as he hit a stack of boxes knocking them over loudly. Looking around, all he saw was a bright blur until he pulled his glasses out of his pocket and shoved them on his face. Thankfully, they hadn't broken in his fall. Still sitting on the floor, wings splayed out behind him, he checked himself for injury. Other than a few bruises he was fine.
He was inside a brightly lit room with no windows and lots of boxes and filing cabinets. Odd. Definantly not the Underground, though it could be an office Topside, but how did he get here and more than that, why was he in an office and not an interrogation cell? Shouldn't he remember being arrested?!
"'Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice,'" he quoted, climbing to his feet.