Justin Crowe (the_usher) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-29 16:59:00 |
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And this old world is a new world and a bold world..
Who: Brother Justin Crowe and OPEN!
Where: Along the jungle path between the beach and the city.
What: Arriving, walking, hopefully talking.
When: Tuesday morning.
Rating: Low.
Open: Yes!
Status: Ongoing.
SPOILER WARNING: Contains season finale spoilers. It’s only two seasons - you should definitely go and watch it, then come back here (and pick up a character ;).
Upon opening his eyes a number of things became apparent to Brother Justin Crowe. He was not laying in a cornfield as he had been before the darkness had taken him. Nor were his surrounds that of the fiery abyss; those infernal regions; of hell. No, here the sun shone down upon him as he lay in the sand. Not the dust from the carnival, nor the dirt from the fields, but the sand. Golden sand. He let the grains settle between his fingers as he lay there. It was not as hot as he imagined. He was alive, and he laughed. A deep laugh that emanated from his very core. But as he laughed, a pain shot through his chest, stopping him in his jubilation. His hand moved from its place by his side to the place where the broken blade had been plunged deep into his chest. It was no longer there, the blade, but somehow he knew that something was, nestled right by his heart. He closed his eyes once more and allowed himself to breathe, before sitting up and getting to his feet. It was time for him to find out where in the world he was. The buttons of both his cossack and shirt had been torn off by him when the boy had attempted to siphon his life to heal the ailing masses - before they’d wound up in that corn field. The minister was acutely aware of the fact that his present appearance was unbecoming of a man of God though, and that was even without the tattoo of the tree emblazoned across his torso. Not that he cared, it had been nice to finally be seen, but it would do him no good here. So he held the garments together with a hand over his chest and made his way across the sand in search of some sort of marker - an indication of which way he should head. Brother Justin found himself tiring a lot sooner than he knew he should have been, something he put down to having been resurrected and not to that pain in his chest. He’d found a path that lead from the beach through a dense jungle towards towards a mighty tower adorned with what appeared to be antennas. It was a strange sight to behold, but he knew that it meant there was both a means of communication and people to communicate with, so the minister headed towards that tower. He took frequent breaks as he journeyed along the path, half hoping to come across someone else using it for either their company or their assistance. He was thankful for the uncharacteristically cold breeze that blew through the flora around him though, allowing it to fill his lungs now as he took yet another break - his back pressed against the trunk of a large lychee tree. He would continue on again soon. |