Allen Walker (pwninyurnoah) wrote in the_hub, @ 2007-09-09 17:27:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Open to whoever knocks; Location Allen's Bedroom
He was fairly sure he'd been about to die. With the Ark breaking up and him laying there helplessly as his body told him it couldn't keep going despite his desperate will. Allen had felt the press of death reaching for him with cold fingers once again. He'd thought that he would try one final time to smash Tiki down. The boy had, had plans to press himself far beyond his limits like he had for Suman. He hadn't been joking about protecting everything with his two hands.
But things didn't work out that way. The exorcist breathed slowly as he took in light that seemed a bit to bright and the lack of pain from his body. There was something off and he hadn't opened his eyes yet to get a good look at it. Slowly he parted his eyelids and stared at the plain ceiling in confusion. He swallowed as he turned, bits of white hair falling into his eyes. Allen took in bookcase with a blink before his gaze slowly traveled the room. It hit him then due to the outlandish things that this wasn't anywhere he knew.
For once in his life the boy wished someone he knew was there with him. Because being far from home without knowing where and how his comrades fared, made him worry. This didn't seem like the last time he was dead and there was a lack of cold. He would rather take the disappointment of death over being alive and lord knew where. There was something less unsettling about it.