Post by Weegee on Feb 18, 2014 20:47:53 GMT
I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD
The bright light that had engulfed him after the impact began to fade into a soft pale light among a black plane of nothingness. It seemed to call to him, and he felt his formless self drawing closer to it, as if he were caught in some kind of current. Before long, he felt his body reforming, before he plopped onto a stone altar in a very familiar place. With a groan, he got up, and heard the sound of someone else respawning, followed by another and another and even more after those. Quickly, he ran out of the building as he found himself suddenly surrounded by people he didn't know, nor cared to at this point.
Weegee sat just outside of the reviving altar, his head held in his hands as his rapid heartbeat slowly calmed itself. The experience of dying wasn't entirely unnerving for him, but more so was the crowd of people who had followed in his footsteps, arriving one after another once he had stepped out. Now that he was safe from the massive number of people, he could rest easy and focus on what to do next. Of course, to anyone who may have been looking for him and not knowing him entirely too well, it would have seemed that the dying experience had left him rather shaken.
He would be sitting for some time, trying to catch his breath as he ignored the crowd of people as they ambled on to their respective 'new' lives. Even as the sun shone down on his body, he didn't really want to move until he was certain that he was safe of being mobbed. This would give plenty of time for him to be found by anyone who knew where he might be.jakghskal;'akjhkaks this is so frustrating omfg.
Weegee sat just outside of the reviving altar, his head held in his hands as his rapid heartbeat slowly calmed itself. The experience of dying wasn't entirely unnerving for him, but more so was the crowd of people who had followed in his footsteps, arriving one after another once he had stepped out. Now that he was safe from the massive number of people, he could rest easy and focus on what to do next. Of course, to anyone who may have been looking for him and not knowing him entirely too well, it would have seemed that the dying experience had left him rather shaken.
He would be sitting for some time, trying to catch his breath as he ignored the crowd of people as they ambled on to their respective 'new' lives. Even as the sun shone down on his body, he didn't really want to move until he was certain that he was safe of being mobbed. This would give plenty of time for him to be found by anyone who knew where he might be.jakghskal;'akjhkaks this is so frustrating omfg.
Word Count: 296| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's
by requiem of <remoor>
