lincoln campbell makes sparks (staticlinc) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-10-01 08:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | wedge antilles (rebelbadass), ~lincoln campbell (staticlinc) |
OTA: Lincoln Campbell
WHO: Lincoln Campbell & OTA
WHERE: On the beach
WHEN: Saturday morning
WHAT: Lincoln's arrival
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete and OTA
Lincoln stared down at his friend or the body that had been his friend just moments before and he didn't know what to do. Panic gripped him. This was his fault. He'd tried to save him, to bring him back, but he knew it was on him. Finding out what he was had caused it. His being here had caused it. Once again, Lincoln had destroyed another person's life. Literally, this time. He'd killed someone he cared about. Maybe he could escape the people he knew would be coming for him, but there would be no escaping what he had just done. The burner phone was in his hand, this fingers on the buttons, when the girl appeared to him. Impatiently, Lincoln had listened to her sales pitch, even as his hands twitched and his heart raced and he wondered how long he had before he was found here. What she offered him sounded a hell of a lot better than working with S.H.I.E.L.D. He was willing to let Daisy help him, but he didn't trust the rest of them as far as he could throw them. Lincoln nodded once and then gave an audible "yes" although his voice sounded hoarse as he kept trying to swallow his grief and guilt over what had happened. He wasn't sure how much time passed after that, but before long he found himself standing in what could only be described as paradise. Lush vegetation, clear blue sky, deep blue water. For the first time in months, the tension left his body and he felt free. "Thank you, Arva," he whispered to the air around him, for the goddess who'd appeared to him before was nowhere to be seen. There was a smile on his face as he started to follow the signs toward the main camp. Posted via Journaler. |