|Wash (gunmetal_green) wrote in silverage,|
@ 2011-09-05 11:17:00
|Entry tags:||!log, hoban washburne, sebastian michaelis|
Who: Wash + OPEN
When: Monday, mid-morning
Where: Battery Park
What: An overdue arrival
Rating/status: There may be some harsh words spoken.
A storm was movin' in. Big angry clouds rolling in over the city, sweeping harsh winds through the trees in Battery Park. Near the water's edge, a figure in a blue flight-suit sat slumped on a bench. Wind whipped at his hair, sending a few scattered leaves twirling around his feet.
As the first drops of rain fell, the unconscious figure on suddenly gasped for breath, dragging down oxygen like a drowning man breaking the surface. His hands grasped at the front of his flight suit, gathering handfuls of fabric over his stomach.
Finding nothing there, the man opened his eyes and looked down at himself. At first he didn't take in the change in setting, he was to concerned with the fact that he'd been sure something had hit him. He stared at his not-impaled body as raindrops started to fall on the back of his neck.
Rain on a space ship? He finally looked up and took in the span of the open park, its trees, its water, it's most definite not outer-spaceness.
"Wo bu shin wo dah yan jing," he muttered as he used the arm of the bench to push himself standing, "I've died and gone to..." He took in another sweep of the panorama "Ariel?"