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exsiliumlogs2012-07-06 05:46 pm
stonefaith) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-07-06 05:46 pm
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Date & Time: backdated to noon of 7/3
Location: UNDERGROUND, the subway tunnels
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Jericho (eyecontact), vodka
Summary: Bariyan is having a sad hissy fit and welp time to put that fucker to sleep
Warnings: brariyn
Twenty, nineteen, eighteen.... Bariyan had never been very good with numbers and worse with time. It did not help that he could not recall when he'd first decided to come down into the tunnels in the first place. It hadn't been a planned trip, only a whim.
At a guess, he'd been down here for close to a full day. There had been quite a lot of rubble to get through.
Bariyan carried his netbook under one arm. The last time he'd opened it, it had lasted just long enough for him to check the date and time and message Jericho his location. Then the battery had died. Perhaps that was for the best; Bariyan was not particularly proud of his behavior on the network, as of late. Or of his behavior in general.
So here he was now, alone, isolated, safely away from the rest of the living world. He'd broken a few nails along the way, scraped skin off his arms and knuckles, noticed none of those things. Forged his way ahead with just a flashlight and a half-empty bottle of vodka to guide him. Found nothing of interest in all that time save for an unsettling sort of peace, and too many of his own thoughts to count. They left him anxious and restless. Even now, he was still moving ahead, lacking the patience to sit and wait for Jericho to arrive.
Location: UNDERGROUND, the subway tunnels
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (
stonefaith), Jericho (eyecontact), vodkaSummary: Bariyan is having a sad hissy fit and welp time to put that fucker to sleep
Warnings: brariyn
Twenty, nineteen, eighteen.... Bariyan had never been very good with numbers and worse with time. It did not help that he could not recall when he'd first decided to come down into the tunnels in the first place. It hadn't been a planned trip, only a whim.
At a guess, he'd been down here for close to a full day. There had been quite a lot of rubble to get through.
Bariyan carried his netbook under one arm. The last time he'd opened it, it had lasted just long enough for him to check the date and time and message Jericho his location. Then the battery had died. Perhaps that was for the best; Bariyan was not particularly proud of his behavior on the network, as of late. Or of his behavior in general.
So here he was now, alone, isolated, safely away from the rest of the living world. He'd broken a few nails along the way, scraped skin off his arms and knuckles, noticed none of those things. Forged his way ahead with just a flashlight and a half-empty bottle of vodka to guide him. Found nothing of interest in all that time save for an unsettling sort of peace, and too many of his own thoughts to count. They left him anxious and restless. Even now, he was still moving ahead, lacking the patience to sit and wait for Jericho to arrive.