Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-09 16:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, obi-wan kenobi |
down to the ground
Who: Obi-Wan
What: Obi-Wan falls from a roof and something kicks in.
When: This Afternoon
Where: Santa Ana
Status: It's a narrative, but I wouldn't mind it becoming a thread if someone wants to witness this.
Rating: PG
It wasn't a very long drop--not compared to the height of a skyscraper, or a bridge--but it was high enough; it would serve, as Shakespeare once said. What it really meant was that there wasn't much time for thinking. His life didn't even bother to flash before his eyes. What unturned stones remained, anyway? He was, at this point, very close to a blank slate.
So maybe dying like this was really a best case scenario for old Obi-Wan Kenobi. His soul was clean, his heart was pure--though it would be an awful mess for Mrs. Higgins to deal with. That brought on a strong cringe. He should have been more careful for her sake.
His rolling eyes caught glimpses of the house as it seemed to fly overhead. He saw the ladder begin to tip over and a bucket roll across the roof. He would beat them both to the paved driveway, most certainly.
Obi-Wan didn't wonder if it would hurt, or if it would be quick. He didn't, oddly enough, think at all of Jean Grey.
He thought about the desert, and building a hut out there some day...
How strange...
"Here goes nothing," he said, perhaps not aloud, but the words were clear. He squeezed his eyes shut. Here I go.
Only... he didn't.
Oh, he hit the cement. Yes, he certainly hit the ground. But instead of a strike, there was an easy roll. Obi-Wan somersaulted forward. When he opened his eyes, he was crouched low and catlike. In fact, he looked about ready to pounce, as if the act of falling from a roof had somehow been an evasive maneuver, and now it was time to attack!
Obi-Wan raised himself. Slowly. He was shaking a bit, as he awaited some bone to finally snap or his mouth to fill with blood. But there was nothing. He was utterly, utterly unharmed.
He spun 'round and looked back at the roof. The ladder and bucket fell to the ground with their respective crash and dull thud. Thirty feet! He'd just fallen thirty feet. At least. And there wasn't a scratch on him!