And I lay on your grave
WHO: Jason Todd, Batman, Anju's bats; later Tim and Rise. And if Dick shows up Jason will punch him :|
WHAT: Dig, dig, dig!
WHERE: The graveyard and then probably the clinic. Jason could use some curaga or something.
WHEN: Backdated to 28th September, shortly after Jason's post.
Jason had said enough on the journal - he's probably said too much, with how little air there was in the coffin. It was getting stuffy and hard to breathe, and that had nothing to do with the stink of blood and rotting flesh. At least the bones - stranger's bones? - that were in this coffin with him for some reason (scarier than the reality, waking up with his own dead bones) would give him something better to dig with than his fingers and a broken belt buckle, this time. He'd already torn through the padding while he was talking, and broken into the wooden lid with a sharp lump of... he thought it was a humerus. Ha, the funny bone.
Now it was time to put the journal away and start digging his way upwards. He held his breath and pulled himself into the waiting embrace of the earth, ignoring the cold wet weight of the soil that pressed in on him from all sides and the squirming earthworms that brushed against him as he moved.
Up, up, up - he had to get out.
WHAT: Dig, dig, dig!
WHERE: The graveyard and then probably the clinic. Jason could use some curaga or something.
WHEN: Backdated to 28th September, shortly after Jason's post.
Jason had said enough on the journal - he's probably said too much, with how little air there was in the coffin. It was getting stuffy and hard to breathe, and that had nothing to do with the stink of blood and rotting flesh. At least the bones - stranger's bones? - that were in this coffin with him for some reason (scarier than the reality, waking up with his own dead bones) would give him something better to dig with than his fingers and a broken belt buckle, this time. He'd already torn through the padding while he was talking, and broken into the wooden lid with a sharp lump of... he thought it was a humerus. Ha, the funny bone.
Now it was time to put the journal away and start digging his way upwards. He held his breath and pulled himself into the waiting embrace of the earth, ignoring the cold wet weight of the soil that pressed in on him from all sides and the squirming earthworms that brushed against him as he moved.
Up, up, up - he had to get out.