Gen Black (blacktwin) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-31 14:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !match-up |
Who: Mitchell (au) and Summer Adams
Where: In the woods
What: Run in
When: BACKDATED (because I failed the last three days): Monday morning
Rating: Low/Middle
Open: No
Status: Unfinished
Everything was foggy. His whole life was hazy. He did not know anything anymore. He did not know where he was or who he was. The only thing he knew was that he had changed, that he was different. Everything was different. Mitchell had become a simple bystander. Life was happening to others, not him. Half the people couldn’t see him and there were so many that were connected to his other self. No, he would rather stay away from it all, keep his hurt to himself and go on. This island had become his living room. Everything he owned was in a leather backpack. Two books, a torchlight, a few candles, fags, a lighter, matches, his mobile phone, a netbook, chargers, a few pens, a portable CD players and CDs for it. He would leave the mp3-players to others, more technically skilled. Currently, his nose was pushed into a book. Pages were flipped as the detective started to come closer to the murderer. |