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Night 57: The Coliseum

Jul 14, 2011 22:53

Touching the sandy grounds of the coliseum was a catalyst, and the progression of day did not mean the end of the process. By fortune or otherwise, this group's efforts were not allowed to halt simply due to the rising sun. Therefore, when nighttime was pronounced, those who had undergone the beginnings of an incomplete trial were pulled from their ( Read more... )

s.t., sakura, scott pilgrim, depth charge, nigredo, two-face, castiel, erika, sync, indiana jones, trickster, sai, sasuke, haruno sakura, aidou, peter parker, brook

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ARENA its_the_mileage July 24 2011, 20:58:07 UTC

Indy woke to grains of sand digging into his cheek and someone yelling his name. And stabbing pains from his left hand, which he was lying on. (It could've been worse; he could've landed on the machete.) Gingerly, he rolled over and then up, feeling around for his hat. He found it and replaced it on his head at the same time the yelling, sprinting red-and-blue form resolved itself in his still-uncertain eyesight into Peter ( ... )

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its_the_mileage August 13 2011, 03:03:12 UTC

Peter was still bleeding profusely from the side. Damn. He shouldn't have clipped him so closely. Shooting him at all had been a mistake ( ... )

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its_the_mileage August 13 2011, 23:43:20 UTC

Indiana Jones and the Quest for the Fedora came to an abrupt halt as the agony spiked and Indy's body bucked convulsively with it. He looked up toward the light and it was Peter, not the bizarre mask but Peter himself, pressing on his chest. Why was he--oh, Indy thought, pressure. Stop the bleeding. Probably what they told you to do in Boy Scouts these days. Nice try, but it wouldn't have been the way to staunch an injury like this, if there'd been a way. He knew he was dying.

His thoughts came back again to his father, just a few months ago this time, lying on the floor of the Grail Temple with a big ugly hole in his body. They hadn't talked about those moments. Indy wished now that they had. He wanted some kind of map, some sense of what his father had thought and felt as he lay dying, before he was healed by the waters of the Grail. He'd spent his life studying the dead; he didn't know how to prepare himself to join them.

Peter was crying, he realized. He needed to say something, try to reassure him. It's all right, kid. This is ( ... )

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