[Thread] It was like looking into a mirror.
Characters: OU John Preston, OPEN
Where: anywhere (make it clear one way or another, please)
When: sometime in the afternoon
Summary: Preston arrives and immediately starts to explore the compound.
Warnings: Possible violence? If anyone wants to try and beat up on the Warden look-alike, be my guest. He can more than defend himself.
It was like looking into a mirror.
Only I’m not. And it would be scary… if I were capable of feeling.
But I’m not.
He had repeated that litany to himself almost constantly during his “interview” with the Warden. He wasn’t entirely quite sure why, but he was leaning towards the idea that it was because the expression on the Warden’s face had hinted at the other feeling surprise and intrigue.
Which I didn’t.
Because it was illegal, not to mention impossible. Because John Preston always took his Prozium, every morning, every night, the exact same time every day as his watch dictated. As law dictated.
It broke.
Except that this morning he had broken his capsule of Prozium (by accident) before he could take it this morning.
That’s why.
That’s why he was so confused. That’s why it felt like looking into a mirror earlier. That’s why…
…I’m feeling.
The sudden realization struck him hard, and it scared him. He froze in his steps towards the outside land where the Warden had directed him after the meeting. His face surely must look like a doe caught in headlights. (He had never understood that expression until just now.)
His hands went into quick motion, digging deep into his pockets and retrieving the vital item he needed. He snapped in the drug capsule into place and brought the injector up to his neck. He paused.
Feeling. Is… wrong.
And on “wrong” he closed his eyes and pressed the injector into his skin. There was a soft hiss and then a sigh passed between Preston’s lips. The drug swirled through his veins and went to work rather quickly. Preston straightened, pocketed the injector smoothly, and waited until his face was schooled back into perfection. Then he walked walking again.
All is calm. All is right.
He didn’t know where he’d heard that phrase before, but it didn’t matter. It was true now. Again.
Grammaton Cleric First Class John Preston walked out into the sunlight and blinked stoicly a few times. He glanced around at his new surroundings with a slight frown. That, too, disappeared quickly. He would make do with what he had. This place was new, but he would survive.
He began to explore.
Where: anywhere (make it clear one way or another, please)
When: sometime in the afternoon
Summary: Preston arrives and immediately starts to explore the compound.
Warnings: Possible violence? If anyone wants to try and beat up on the Warden look-alike, be my guest. He can more than defend himself.
It was like looking into a mirror.
Only I’m not. And it would be scary… if I were capable of feeling.
But I’m not.
He had repeated that litany to himself almost constantly during his “interview” with the Warden. He wasn’t entirely quite sure why, but he was leaning towards the idea that it was because the expression on the Warden’s face had hinted at the other feeling surprise and intrigue.
Which I didn’t.
Because it was illegal, not to mention impossible. Because John Preston always took his Prozium, every morning, every night, the exact same time every day as his watch dictated. As law dictated.
It broke.
Except that this morning he had broken his capsule of Prozium (by accident) before he could take it this morning.
That’s why.
That’s why he was so confused. That’s why it felt like looking into a mirror earlier. That’s why…
…I’m feeling.
The sudden realization struck him hard, and it scared him. He froze in his steps towards the outside land where the Warden had directed him after the meeting. His face surely must look like a doe caught in headlights. (He had never understood that expression until just now.)
His hands went into quick motion, digging deep into his pockets and retrieving the vital item he needed. He snapped in the drug capsule into place and brought the injector up to his neck. He paused.
Feeling. Is… wrong.
And on “wrong” he closed his eyes and pressed the injector into his skin. There was a soft hiss and then a sigh passed between Preston’s lips. The drug swirled through his veins and went to work rather quickly. Preston straightened, pocketed the injector smoothly, and waited until his face was schooled back into perfection. Then he walked walking again.
All is calm. All is right.
He didn’t know where he’d heard that phrase before, but it didn’t matter. It was true now. Again.
Grammaton Cleric First Class John Preston walked out into the sunlight and blinked stoicly a few times. He glanced around at his new surroundings with a slight frown. That, too, disappeared quickly. He would make do with what he had. This place was new, but he would survive.
He began to explore.