Terrance Smith (
rockcollector) wrote in
genessia2016-09-19 12:12 pm
Entry tags:
04; ROCKS; ACTIONS; Lost Sight of what's important...
[OOC WARNING: Language.]
Action: Attleton
[He's doing the same thing in every town, testing his equipment though Attleton is on a much smaller scale. He has a small mechanical system that he hooks up to his laptop; both of which actually belong to him and he goes to various points across the city to take readings.
He thinks he's done when he notices the world around him tint and darken. At first Terrance assumes it's just a trick of the light. He rubs at his eyes hoping that it might wake him but the darkness only encroaches further.
A few more seconds and Terrance can’t see where he's going. It takes every ounce of his self-control not to freak out. He takes a tentative step forward and then another. He hopes he isn’t in the street but he can no longer tell. His phone buzzes in his pocket but without sight that’s suddenly useless as well. He can feel his heartbeat racing in his chest as a nervous fluttered settles in his throat.]
Damn it.
[He stumbles and does everything in his power to keep his backpack and his tech from slamming against the ground. His day just got a whole lot harder.]
Action: Work & Starks/Nova City
[Despite his new handicap Terrance returns to work. He knows the way by heart and manages to make it to work with a little bit of help. He's a little shaky on his feet but stubborn. He doesn't want to stop working because if he stops he'll be forced to think and then to feel.
He’s tired of feeling.
Terrance fumbles for his things and in his efforts he slices a thick gash across his arm. Warmth begins to pool around the cut and while he can’t see it, it hurts like a bitch.]
Fuck me.
[This is the stupidest idea he's ever had and he'll vocally admit that as he stumbles towards a sink or something that might help stop the bleeding.]
I'm a fucking moron. Mother fucking fuck fucker god damn it. I'm such an asshole.
[Hopefully there aren't any kids around.]
Action: Attleton
[He's doing the same thing in every town, testing his equipment though Attleton is on a much smaller scale. He has a small mechanical system that he hooks up to his laptop; both of which actually belong to him and he goes to various points across the city to take readings.
He thinks he's done when he notices the world around him tint and darken. At first Terrance assumes it's just a trick of the light. He rubs at his eyes hoping that it might wake him but the darkness only encroaches further.
A few more seconds and Terrance can’t see where he's going. It takes every ounce of his self-control not to freak out. He takes a tentative step forward and then another. He hopes he isn’t in the street but he can no longer tell. His phone buzzes in his pocket but without sight that’s suddenly useless as well. He can feel his heartbeat racing in his chest as a nervous fluttered settles in his throat.]
Damn it.
[He stumbles and does everything in his power to keep his backpack and his tech from slamming against the ground. His day just got a whole lot harder.]
Action: Work & Starks/Nova City
[Despite his new handicap Terrance returns to work. He knows the way by heart and manages to make it to work with a little bit of help. He's a little shaky on his feet but stubborn. He doesn't want to stop working because if he stops he'll be forced to think and then to feel.
He’s tired of feeling.
Terrance fumbles for his things and in his efforts he slices a thick gash across his arm. Warmth begins to pool around the cut and while he can’t see it, it hurts like a bitch.]
Fuck me.
[This is the stupidest idea he's ever had and he'll vocally admit that as he stumbles towards a sink or something that might help stop the bleeding.]
I'm a fucking moron. Mother fucking fuck fucker god damn it. I'm such an asshole.
[Hopefully there aren't any kids around.]
