Nov 23, 2009 23:24
Even after the years of surviving in Chicago, 040798-332 still gets lost on a regular basis. There is something about the hum of the cellphone towers in our brain that makes it difficult to Focus. It is like an alien screaming, biting into our eardrums, like a lullaby of Forgetfulness. We hides our Gift when in public; we is holding it under our flannel jacket, the knives of our hand slowly warming against our clammy Flesh. We does not care if people stare; we cannot feel their eyes sinking into our Flesh, but we has been informed, time and time again, of the consequences of Junk in our affairs.
There is an edge to the network of Chicago today. It bites, and we wants to know what has Changed. Not that we could dull the pain either way, but Change never sits well with 040798-332, no matter how much we craves it.
{novel, new, different[express]} with the {whole, network, one[unity]} on the edge (?) {precipice, falling, disorder[logical?]} can't be summed in {recall "network"}/{FALLACY}/{recall "unity"}
we/he muses, impressing the thoughts on passerbys. He hadn't meant to, but the pain is relentlessly digging deeper into his brain. It's difficult to process Alone.
He is able to shake off the pain for now, pulling himself through a throng of people. So much Junk touching him make his skin crawl, but he had been told to go, and so 040798-332 would. He needs to find an active Rift opening, to give back the Desecrated Piece. But so few of them out here are stable enough. But the Piece could not go into The Bestowed's Rift. It could not go back to the Denizen that way.
{confusion, frustration(?), boggled[complete]}
We is getting tired, looking for another place to Dispose. But no matter, it has to be done. It is an Agenda. Must finish in the end or else--
There is no or else.
We will finish. We rests on the corner of a street, holding our head in our hands, wishing we could will the pain away. Perhaps it would go soon enough, if only we could finish this Errand.
[OOC: Do not worry about pronouns with 040798-332. Do not feel pressured to use the grammatical hell of we/us. As... you can even see here, pronouns are pretty fluid. We is a gender-free character, so whatever your narration fancies flies. Also, we 'impresses' on people rather than speaking. Basically, we talks in your head. But rather than speaking with just words, we uses a jumble of words and ideas/emotions/values/etc. Those things bolded in french brackets are ideas. Anyway. Stuff and cake and stuff.]
040798-332,
one for sorrow,
csp-04