Last night I dreamed I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong | CLOSED
WHO: Karu-Sil/fuck_chapstick; M'stra/misschocolover
WHERE: Somewhere in Queens, right across from the island where the Superjail is.
WHEN: Backdated to late December 5th; early December 6th, right after the police move to take back the Superjail from the Major.
WARNINGS: No porn! Lots of ouching, though.
SUMMARY: Karu-Sil managed to escape the prison after losing to Kyle Rayner. The hard part is surviving after that.
FORMAT: Paragraph, bbs.
Karu-Sil has not felt such a strong surge of emotions in such a long time. Emotions were things she had the capacity to feel, but often passed by as she moved onto the next set of stimuli her environment provided her. But this is too big for her to brush aside-the humiliation she feels at being forced to abandon a fight, not being able to kill Guy Gardner as she pleased, being very nearly beaten by Kyle Rayner-all of it left her angry and frustrated and in so much pain from being dropped into the thorns surrounding the jail. She's certainly bleeding, and a few of the larger ones are in deep. She knows not to pull them out, but oh, how she wants to. But she focuses.
Above all, she knows where she has to go. There's only one familiar face left in the City who may help her.
Getting past the police is easy. It is dark beside the jail, and darker in the water. Phasing into the sea nearly knocks the breath out of her lungs from the shock of the cold, but she manages to wait until she surfaces to breathe. This is so much colder and more harsh than anything she experienced on Graxos III, but she kicks out and swims to the mainland, ignoring how the salt water stings her eyes and splashes into her mouth. She is a Sinestro Corpsman. This will not kill her. When she stumbles ashore, she vomits the water she's swallowed, and moves on.
The creature she knows as M'stra lives near the water, somewhere, and it is this woman she must find. Everyone else she knows as an ally is back in the prison, fighting their own battles. Not that she doesn't seek M'stra with some level of trepidation; she has seen what she's done to other people. But she never really trusted any of her Corpsmen, either. And she's desperate. M'stra is the only person she knows she can get to.
She sees the shipping crate M'stra's living in off in the distance, and ignores any pain or fatigue she might have. Her power is waning; she can feel her energy fading, but she still presses on, working on borrowed time. When she slumps against the side of the crate, she tries to summon her pack to steal a bit of comfort, but nothing comes. Cold, aching and dead on her feet, she slowly hits the side of the crate with the heel of her hand.
WHERE: Somewhere in Queens, right across from the island where the Superjail is.
WHEN: Backdated to late December 5th; early December 6th, right after the police move to take back the Superjail from the Major.
WARNINGS: No porn! Lots of ouching, though.
SUMMARY: Karu-Sil managed to escape the prison after losing to Kyle Rayner. The hard part is surviving after that.
FORMAT: Paragraph, bbs.
Karu-Sil has not felt such a strong surge of emotions in such a long time. Emotions were things she had the capacity to feel, but often passed by as she moved onto the next set of stimuli her environment provided her. But this is too big for her to brush aside-the humiliation she feels at being forced to abandon a fight, not being able to kill Guy Gardner as she pleased, being very nearly beaten by Kyle Rayner-all of it left her angry and frustrated and in so much pain from being dropped into the thorns surrounding the jail. She's certainly bleeding, and a few of the larger ones are in deep. She knows not to pull them out, but oh, how she wants to. But she focuses.
Above all, she knows where she has to go. There's only one familiar face left in the City who may help her.
Getting past the police is easy. It is dark beside the jail, and darker in the water. Phasing into the sea nearly knocks the breath out of her lungs from the shock of the cold, but she manages to wait until she surfaces to breathe. This is so much colder and more harsh than anything she experienced on Graxos III, but she kicks out and swims to the mainland, ignoring how the salt water stings her eyes and splashes into her mouth. She is a Sinestro Corpsman. This will not kill her. When she stumbles ashore, she vomits the water she's swallowed, and moves on.
The creature she knows as M'stra lives near the water, somewhere, and it is this woman she must find. Everyone else she knows as an ally is back in the prison, fighting their own battles. Not that she doesn't seek M'stra with some level of trepidation; she has seen what she's done to other people. But she never really trusted any of her Corpsmen, either. And she's desperate. M'stra is the only person she knows she can get to.
She sees the shipping crate M'stra's living in off in the distance, and ignores any pain or fatigue she might have. Her power is waning; she can feel her energy fading, but she still presses on, working on borrowed time. When she slumps against the side of the crate, she tries to summon her pack to steal a bit of comfort, but nothing comes. Cold, aching and dead on her feet, she slowly hits the side of the crate with the heel of her hand.