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tampered2007-04-06 01:51 am
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Log; Ongoing
When; April 6th, before dawn.
Rating; R
Characters; Joshua Christopher [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
apostleofhope] & Pyramid Head [redhorror].
Summary; Afflicted with the ghost curse, and still lacking one horn, Joshua's guilt is driving himsane crazy, and he picks a bad night to go off and deal by himself.
Log;
It was hard to see anything anymore through his tears. At first he thought Fiore could make it go away, but nobody could! It was his own fault; his own sin.
It had rained at some point in the night, and he didn't even know what time it was anymore. Dawn was surely around the corner, but the sun couldn't come up quickly enough for him. He needed the sun, and the warmth, in the hopes that it would scare away these visions.
Billy, Billy... He had to be a vision. He couldn't actually be here. Joshua had frozen him. He could recall it, as a fragmented memory that hurt his ears and keep him from sleeping, just like the rest of them.
That's so mean, Billy...
Having run off as soon as it had woken him up in bed, it had been a good fifteen minutes of solid running now, and the teenager hadn't a clue where he was anymore, and his heart was clenching with that familiar pain that had bothered him as a child. Sick... Weak...
Dropping down onto his knees, the pajama pants soaked through from landing in a puddle, and he clutched at his chest while trying to breathe properly. He just wouldn't look up... If he did, Joshua would see him again! No matter how far he had run, he would always follow, wouldn't he?!
Rating; R
Characters; Joshua Christopher [
apostleofhope] & Pyramid Head [redhorror].Summary; Afflicted with the ghost curse, and still lacking one horn, Joshua's guilt is driving him
Log;
It was hard to see anything anymore through his tears. At first he thought Fiore could make it go away, but nobody could! It was his own fault; his own sin.
It had rained at some point in the night, and he didn't even know what time it was anymore. Dawn was surely around the corner, but the sun couldn't come up quickly enough for him. He needed the sun, and the warmth, in the hopes that it would scare away these visions.
Billy, Billy... He had to be a vision. He couldn't actually be here. Joshua had frozen him. He could recall it, as a fragmented memory that hurt his ears and keep him from sleeping, just like the rest of them.
That's so mean, Billy...
Having run off as soon as it had woken him up in bed, it had been a good fifteen minutes of solid running now, and the teenager hadn't a clue where he was anymore, and his heart was clenching with that familiar pain that had bothered him as a child. Sick... Weak...
Dropping down onto his knees, the pajama pants soaked through from landing in a puddle, and he clutched at his chest while trying to breathe properly. He just wouldn't look up... If he did, Joshua would see him again! No matter how far he had run, he would always follow, wouldn't he?!