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exsiliumlogs2013-02-05 06:54 pm
firstroar) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-02-05 06:54 pm
a ghost [OPEN]
Date & Time: 2/5 late afternoon/evening, early 2/6
Location: Wherever you happen to be, outside of the apartments...or room 510 if you're a roomie/fan of breaking and entering. Just sayin'.
Characters: Blue, you
Summary: Blue meanders about without a physical body; are you one of those who can see psychic projections? Tag any format you like; I'll match.
Warnings: ???
The former Soldier's body lay at rest within the confines of his room, emitting just a faint, blue glow as sign of anything extraordinary. Physically, he remained, but Blue was not wholly there: He had let his mind lift and leave his tired, old form and wander, far as he could, across this city that seemed determined to be home. The last home, perhaps. Of two, maybe more; he couldn't trust his memory to give him the absolute truth of it.
He was a pale ghost, free to move above or among those on the streets, unnoticed by those ignorant or untrained to see him. Their thoughts and feelings flowed through and past him, as if he were drifting in a fog, constantly shifting in denseness, color, temperature...Not truly those things, but as best as one could describe the sense of those bodiless things.
Even in this state, he found his memory tracing the shapes of a denser, larger city than the one he passed through. Fragmented, hazy, making the musings of the strangers of the present sound like echoes of lost friends in the past. Sometimes it was agonizing, chasing those leads to an unfamiliar source, but Blue knew to balance hope with reason: Often, he found, they went hand-in-hand. But not always.
He would stop, time to time, simply to absorb the atmosphere around him, looking and listening. Feeling. Knowing he couldn't last long, but striving to find what passed for meaning for someone like him – someone who would soon stare down the barrel of a gun, be swallowed up by fire...Yet that wasn't the death he knew was waiting.
Time travel, world-hopping...complicated circumstances. It was a puzzle he still struggled to piece together – a puzzle where many of the pieces were held by others.
Amid others, but not part of them, Blue lingered, pondering those things, giving up his streams of thought to follow the faintly familiar or the outright striking.
Location: Wherever you happen to be, outside of the apartments...or room 510 if you're a roomie/fan of breaking and entering. Just sayin'.
Characters: Blue, you
Summary: Blue meanders about without a physical body; are you one of those who can see psychic projections? Tag any format you like; I'll match.
Warnings: ???
The former Soldier's body lay at rest within the confines of his room, emitting just a faint, blue glow as sign of anything extraordinary. Physically, he remained, but Blue was not wholly there: He had let his mind lift and leave his tired, old form and wander, far as he could, across this city that seemed determined to be home. The last home, perhaps. Of two, maybe more; he couldn't trust his memory to give him the absolute truth of it.
He was a pale ghost, free to move above or among those on the streets, unnoticed by those ignorant or untrained to see him. Their thoughts and feelings flowed through and past him, as if he were drifting in a fog, constantly shifting in denseness, color, temperature...Not truly those things, but as best as one could describe the sense of those bodiless things.
Even in this state, he found his memory tracing the shapes of a denser, larger city than the one he passed through. Fragmented, hazy, making the musings of the strangers of the present sound like echoes of lost friends in the past. Sometimes it was agonizing, chasing those leads to an unfamiliar source, but Blue knew to balance hope with reason: Often, he found, they went hand-in-hand. But not always.
He would stop, time to time, simply to absorb the atmosphere around him, looking and listening. Feeling. Knowing he couldn't last long, but striving to find what passed for meaning for someone like him – someone who would soon stare down the barrel of a gun, be swallowed up by fire...Yet that wasn't the death he knew was waiting.
Time travel, world-hopping...complicated circumstances. It was a puzzle he still struggled to piece together – a puzzle where many of the pieces were held by others.
Amid others, but not part of them, Blue lingered, pondering those things, giving up his streams of thought to follow the faintly familiar or the outright striking.