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thearena2014-03-15 10:18 pm
acroodawakening) wrote in thearena2014-03-15 10:18 pm
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Bubble Bubble, Toil and Trouble [closed]
WHO| Guy and Justin, Guy and Susannah
WHAT| Guy, a tar pit, and a mercy kill
WHEN| Week 6
WHERE| Third floor, the tar pit
WARNINGS| Deeeeeath
Exhaustion and hunger were setting in. Losing so much blood hadn't helped, though his arm had been bandaged very well by Dr. Watson. The wound had clotted up properly and he'd managed to keep it from getting infected by washing it regularly. So far.
But he was tired and the lack of a working arm - as well as the dizziness from what had happened to his ear - weren't making things easy.
He hadn't wanted to go back after everything that had happened, but he decided to try taking a moment on the remains of the third floor to rest, figuring that most wouldn't try to go there after its collapse.
That made it dangerous but potentially safe at the same time.
It turned out it was empty, devoid of all people. But the tar pit was there, still bubbling away. He couldn't take his eyes off it and quickly came to the realization that, safe place for a breather or not, he'd rather face danger and other forms of death than be this close to it.
WHAT| Guy, a tar pit, and a mercy kill
WHEN| Week 6
WHERE| Third floor, the tar pit
WARNINGS| Deeeeeath
Exhaustion and hunger were setting in. Losing so much blood hadn't helped, though his arm had been bandaged very well by Dr. Watson. The wound had clotted up properly and he'd managed to keep it from getting infected by washing it regularly. So far.
But he was tired and the lack of a working arm - as well as the dizziness from what had happened to his ear - weren't making things easy.
He hadn't wanted to go back after everything that had happened, but he decided to try taking a moment on the remains of the third floor to rest, figuring that most wouldn't try to go there after its collapse.
That made it dangerous but potentially safe at the same time.
It turned out it was empty, devoid of all people. But the tar pit was there, still bubbling away. He couldn't take his eyes off it and quickly came to the realization that, safe place for a breather or not, he'd rather face danger and other forms of death than be this close to it.
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Under the tar, where no one could see it, the fingers that gripped the bone bracelet around his wrist loosened and went slack.
Then he was still, like three other bodies had once been still under a blistering sun not long after a young boy had wandered off weeping. He was still, at least, other than the movement of his body sinking slowly into the black.