Post by ronan on Mar 13, 2010 13:11:07 GMT -5
The dark and dank tunnels carried the smell of mold and decay clear as day in the air from the murders and dripping water that occurred all over the place. This of course was also due to the fact that down here maintenance had not been preformed in god knows how long and well that was the least of the problems in this city. The darkness clung to this place like a foot hold for a great attack to be staged soon and thus it was a great heaven for many denizens who seek the protection and solitude of the pitch black. The city was falling apart up above however the base down here was still intact for the most part. Every now and again a scream or a scurrying rat could be heard within the confines of these dank walls. However tonight the sound that was to be heard was one of revival and rebirth. The floor covered in dust that seemed undisturbed in this area was steady and calm as if a ruin that was undiscovered. A hand slapped against the platform kicking dust into the air and sending it flying in circles. This was followed by another caked in dried blood and finding a good hold with which to pull up a well built body. Standing on the tracks was a older looking man with a scar shooting down in a curving motion over his right eye and going to his cheek wrapping back to end on the back of his neck. Dried blood caked his chest and arms he seemed almost insane within the tunnels as he stood there in a pair of blue jeans his own blue eyes seeming to shine in the darkness as if by some form of magic.
The darkness in the tunnel
seemed to rush away as a match flared up and the fiery tip graced the end of a cigarette lighting it up with a rush and illuminating the face of the man on the tracks. His eyes bright and vibrant seemed devoid of emotion at this point in time and he looked as if he carried the weight of the world on his eyelids. He dropped the match on the platform without putting it out allowing the light to chase away the darkness slightly. He pulled himself out off the tracks and onto the platform then finally he stomped the matches flickering life force out allowing the darkness to swoop in and take its place once more and crawl all over his skin engulfing him. Pulling on the cig the cherry ignited as the only sign that at some point there was a fire and he stepped foreword. His footsteps feel heavy on the platform as he continued to walk heading for the stairs.
He stood at the exit for a moment
looking up at the much brighter night outside still sitting within the shadows as he did so. Looking at the sky he could see the city had not changed much and that it was raining outside. He felt conflicted about going back out there into the belly of the beast. He touched the new scar he acquired without thought as he looked on. Taking the last drag from his smoke he flicked it behind him and shook his head running a hand through his hair. Finally he took the steps to the city above and stood there in the raid. It pelted his body but felt like the hands of a thousand angels rubbing against his skin and he closed his eyes standing there and taking in the feel of the rain, the smell of the city. The blood that had dried to his skin began to melt away and fall to the ground pooling up around his felt and adding a red tinge to the puddle he stood in. Standing there his mind wandered to past thoughts and how things used to be and his eyes opened suddenly taking in the here and now. He sighed and stood there a few moments longer...his eyes devoid of emotion.
The darkness in the tunnel
seemed to rush away as a match flared up and the fiery tip graced the end of a cigarette lighting it up with a rush and illuminating the face of the man on the tracks. His eyes bright and vibrant seemed devoid of emotion at this point in time and he looked as if he carried the weight of the world on his eyelids. He dropped the match on the platform without putting it out allowing the light to chase away the darkness slightly. He pulled himself out off the tracks and onto the platform then finally he stomped the matches flickering life force out allowing the darkness to swoop in and take its place once more and crawl all over his skin engulfing him. Pulling on the cig the cherry ignited as the only sign that at some point there was a fire and he stepped foreword. His footsteps feel heavy on the platform as he continued to walk heading for the stairs.
He stood at the exit for a moment
looking up at the much brighter night outside still sitting within the shadows as he did so. Looking at the sky he could see the city had not changed much and that it was raining outside. He felt conflicted about going back out there into the belly of the beast. He touched the new scar he acquired without thought as he looked on. Taking the last drag from his smoke he flicked it behind him and shook his head running a hand through his hair. Finally he took the steps to the city above and stood there in the raid. It pelted his body but felt like the hands of a thousand angels rubbing against his skin and he closed his eyes standing there and taking in the feel of the rain, the smell of the city. The blood that had dried to his skin began to melt away and fall to the ground pooling up around his felt and adding a red tinge to the puddle he stood in. Standing there his mind wandered to past thoughts and how things used to be and his eyes opened suddenly taking in the here and now. He sighed and stood there a few moments longer...his eyes devoid of emotion.