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witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
facultwist) wrote in witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
sinking down, down
Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
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That's not so true anymore, is it?
Rinne doesn't say anything. That's not to say she doesn't make a sound, because she does, whimpering quietly, crying. But she doesn't interrupt. Rinne's very good at listening and watching, after all.
Even when Chris is done, she can't quite find her voice for a long few moments. After a stretch, she squeaks out: ]
...s-sound...lovely.
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[ She squeezes Rinne just a bit tighter, holding her silently for now. ]