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tampered2006-11-03 07:30 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Today
Rating; PG-13 for foul language
Characters; Iron Eagle [[info]eisernadler] and anyone around
Summary; Iron goes batshit over the ticking in his head
Log;
The uniformed man frowned, and nervously rubbed his forehead. The ticking was growing in volume, it seemed, and his eyes were throbbing. He hadn't slept since he'd found himself here, because of that ticking.....
GODDAMNED TICKING.
He stumbled, nearly falling to his knees on the sidewalk, but he managed to stagger onward. He had to find the ticking before it drove him insane.
He had to be close... His head felt like it was splitting open. Images began to rush past his eyes. Screaming, demonic faces. Hellish creatures. Suddenly, the sky opened above him. Gigantic clocks twirled around listlessly, taunting him. The behemoth timepeices slowly twisted into faces. Hateful, sneering clocks. Iron's face contortedi nto a mask of terror, and he fell backwards, helplessly shuffling backwards as the monsters loomed above him.
His left hand found the strap of the M-60. Frantically, he hauled the massive machine gun around his body, until he it was firmly in his hands. Fumbling, he found the charging handle, and slammed it into place.
The deafening roar of the rapid fire weapon shattered the afternoon, almost matched in volume by the man's desperate screams as he unloaded the weapon into the sky, the tracers arcing madly through the sky like angry fireflies.
Iron clutched the empty, smoking wepon, unaware that it was burning away the flesh of his fingers, as he stared at the sky. The emtpy, blue sky.
I'm going crazy...
Hugging the machine gun, he slumped over sideways on the pavement, sobbing quietly into the hot black steel.
Rating; PG-13 for foul language
Characters; Iron Eagle [[info]eisernadler] and anyone around
Summary; Iron goes batshit over the ticking in his head
Log;
The uniformed man frowned, and nervously rubbed his forehead. The ticking was growing in volume, it seemed, and his eyes were throbbing. He hadn't slept since he'd found himself here, because of that ticking.....
GODDAMNED TICKING.
He stumbled, nearly falling to his knees on the sidewalk, but he managed to stagger onward. He had to find the ticking before it drove him insane.
He had to be close... His head felt like it was splitting open. Images began to rush past his eyes. Screaming, demonic faces. Hellish creatures. Suddenly, the sky opened above him. Gigantic clocks twirled around listlessly, taunting him. The behemoth timepeices slowly twisted into faces. Hateful, sneering clocks. Iron's face contortedi nto a mask of terror, and he fell backwards, helplessly shuffling backwards as the monsters loomed above him.
His left hand found the strap of the M-60. Frantically, he hauled the massive machine gun around his body, until he it was firmly in his hands. Fumbling, he found the charging handle, and slammed it into place.
The deafening roar of the rapid fire weapon shattered the afternoon, almost matched in volume by the man's desperate screams as he unloaded the weapon into the sky, the tracers arcing madly through the sky like angry fireflies.
Iron clutched the empty, smoking wepon, unaware that it was burning away the flesh of his fingers, as he stared at the sky. The emtpy, blue sky.
I'm going crazy...
Hugging the machine gun, he slumped over sideways on the pavement, sobbing quietly into the hot black steel.
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Well, okay, it was actually pretty damn hilarious. But he was bored, and in a good enough mood for the time being, and he sauntered over, dropping his cigarette butt on the ground and stamping it out.
"Hey, are you okay, yo?" he asked, keeping a safe distance from the guy. Who knew if he might start shooting again, right?
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"I don't fucking know..."
Being rather prideful, he wiped his eyes, ashamed of being seen crying, and snatched the small pack of cigarettes from his helmet band. He extended one big hand towards the man, holding the pack.
"Cigarette?"