Post by genedrift on Feb 24, 2005 22:31:49 GMT -5
... and in the streets, the children cried, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed...
Grass green pants wrapped around the legs of the man as he stood in the way of the small gust of wind, a torrent of hair flailing behind his shoulders. Those black tips slapped against his back, though making no apparent sound--only allowing the moans of those who had died could be heard, or maybe that was just the wind? Few leafs shook in the wind as the branches swayed back and forth, threatening to snap and take their leave. A choking sound seemed to rise from the ground as the souls of the already died cried for their freedom to the pearly gates of Heaven.
I thought I heard you laughing, I thought I heard you screaming...
Pale lips parted, small particles of breath being caught in the air, transforming into small droplets of white mist. Dark eyes roamed over the open plains of the desolate city, taking in their surrounding fully, one could never be too careful. The pink muscle that lay behind his lips twitched and ran over his lips as his Spanish accented speech poured from his lips. "A place is only dangerous if you make it dangerous... Right Father?" With a turn to the side, he seemed to smile up at the dark, cold sky; pleading with it to make everything go away. Haired skull turning slightly to face the building he stood before again, a sigh escaped his lips.
"Well, I've might as well, everyone around here needs a place to sleep," pausing for a moment, he stared at the gloom filled, majority broken, windows, "even if it's the most dangerous place one can sleep." The sole of his boot came down upon the cracked cement below, the burnt remains of a car to his right. Doors stood ajar as he neared, the darkness of the newly found sanctuary seemed to hold an eerie glow to it. Shadowy fingers reached out and seemed to grip at his clothing, pulling him forward into its loving grasp. Shoulders rose and fell as he followed the dark fingers back into their home, his hand now resting on the butt of a large flashlight.
Cold air entered his lung as he took a deep breath, soon after the heated air being expelled from his lips. "Hello, is anyone here?" Those words seemed to bounce back and forth, from wall to wall, mimicking the sentence over and over again in a mocking manner. "Damned echoes..." Black boots pushed small pieces of rock to the side as he pulled the flashlight from a secure holster. A click entered the cooled air as the light flooded the floor in front of him, small fragments of dust flowing through the air in a ghost-like motion.
I see of line of cars, and they're all panted black.
Grass green pants wrapped around the legs of the man as he stood in the way of the small gust of wind, a torrent of hair flailing behind his shoulders. Those black tips slapped against his back, though making no apparent sound--only allowing the moans of those who had died could be heard, or maybe that was just the wind? Few leafs shook in the wind as the branches swayed back and forth, threatening to snap and take their leave. A choking sound seemed to rise from the ground as the souls of the already died cried for their freedom to the pearly gates of Heaven.
I thought I heard you laughing, I thought I heard you screaming...
Pale lips parted, small particles of breath being caught in the air, transforming into small droplets of white mist. Dark eyes roamed over the open plains of the desolate city, taking in their surrounding fully, one could never be too careful. The pink muscle that lay behind his lips twitched and ran over his lips as his Spanish accented speech poured from his lips. "A place is only dangerous if you make it dangerous... Right Father?" With a turn to the side, he seemed to smile up at the dark, cold sky; pleading with it to make everything go away. Haired skull turning slightly to face the building he stood before again, a sigh escaped his lips.
"Well, I've might as well, everyone around here needs a place to sleep," pausing for a moment, he stared at the gloom filled, majority broken, windows, "even if it's the most dangerous place one can sleep." The sole of his boot came down upon the cracked cement below, the burnt remains of a car to his right. Doors stood ajar as he neared, the darkness of the newly found sanctuary seemed to hold an eerie glow to it. Shadowy fingers reached out and seemed to grip at his clothing, pulling him forward into its loving grasp. Shoulders rose and fell as he followed the dark fingers back into their home, his hand now resting on the butt of a large flashlight.
Cold air entered his lung as he took a deep breath, soon after the heated air being expelled from his lips. "Hello, is anyone here?" Those words seemed to bounce back and forth, from wall to wall, mimicking the sentence over and over again in a mocking manner. "Damned echoes..." Black boots pushed small pieces of rock to the side as he pulled the flashlight from a secure holster. A click entered the cooled air as the light flooded the floor in front of him, small fragments of dust flowing through the air in a ghost-like motion.
I see of line of cars, and they're all panted black.