Zach (ex_bridges_b70) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-01 19:17:00 |
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Current music: | "Storm Coming" : Gnarls Barkley |
[Reflections] "There's truth in the thunder..."
Who: Zacharias Smith and Matt Cavanaugh
What: An artist with a broken wand begins to unintentionally embed magic into his art, channeling the thoughts of those who have disappeared, expressed through whispers in the glass itself. Zach struggles to search for one of the figures that he heard in his art, screaming through mirror glass.
When: April 1, 2008, early morning (5 am, maybe) after comments made in Zach's journal.
Where: Docklands, near the river Thames
Rating: Hard R for language, death, description of decomposition and what could be considered either mercy killing or murder
Status: Closed; complete
His feet slammed through the mud as he stumbled across the pilings, falling against broken bits of bottle washed up on the shoreline. Zach could barely see - the sun hadn't yet risen and all that washed against his pale flesh was moonlight and the artificial whispering of the lamps hanging from ships in the distance. The ferries were calling, a low, rumbling horn that broke the howling of the wind. He tripped and fell, his frantic limbs sprawling into the mire of the Thames, black, sticky mud caking to ripped jeans as he pulled himself up, palms scraping rock as he stood there for a moment, shaking from the fear and the cold. But he forced himself forward, the screams from the mirror pounding in his eardrums, the only thing louder than his heartbeat.
"Anyone out there?" He screamed into the wind. It didn't even echo back.
A desperate face stared at the rocking waves. They were rolling, so close to the shore that all he could see of the piers was the wood gently bobbing on the surface. And she was beneath them. Or so he believed. Leaning down, he rolled his jeans up, took a deep breath, and dove in.