OOM: Gotham, I

Sep 02, 2005 05:35

...not Hell.

Grey sky and gleaming dark buildings and rain-wet asphalt, the rumble of the monorail and the buses crashing past -

- Gotham.

She couldn't mistake it. It couldn't be anywhere else. The gargoyles lining every corner are proof enough - the smell, the air, the -

...she's not breathing the air.

It's like being hit with a hammer - like being punched by Killer Croc. She's not breathing the air, and she can't feel the rain, and she's - she's not even there at all. She can see the concrete beneath her feet. She's standing in a puddle, and even when she stomps there's not a hint of a ripple.

All she can feel is cold, and lost, and ... drifting ...

Things break apart. Smoke curls and wisps and trails behind her when she moves, bleeding red and gold and green into the Gotham night. It's ... she's losing herself, she's blending into the mist that always comes up in the early morning chill, and it's ...

...she has to stay focused. She has to stay herself. Focus, Steph. Focus. She has to ...

...it's so hard, it's so...

...focus or you'll...

...vanish...

ghost in gotham, oom

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