An acquired taste...
Posted: 22 Nov 2016, 05:45
*FLASH*The following is just randomness that's just... well... random ****!
Ef was in an abandoned morgue, laying on one of the cold metal gurneys that had been left there, staring at the decaying ceiling tiles that were precariously looming over him. One sudden shift of a door or a sudden gust of wind at just the right angle could send them crashing down on the very spot where he lay, but he didn't give a ****.
*FLASH*
He was laying at the bottom of a freshly dug grave. Was it his? Had he been killed? Who knew or better yet, who the **** gave a ****? He had no reason to climb out and find better resting place for the day other than the sun would rise soon and to be caught here would surely turn this into HIS grave.
*FLASH*
He was lying on the tracks of the subway, staring at the platform. He could hear a train rumbling towards him, oblivious that he was in it's path. He could move and avoid being hit easily enough, he'd played this 'game' numerous times. Sometimes he avoided being hit and sometimes... well, it was a good thing he healed quickly.
The various scenarios flickered through his head, some had been all to real at some point, most just some kind of weird *** dreams, when he'd managed to get some sleep and this time was no different. He had laid down in his bed only to stare up at the ceiling fan as it made it's slow revolutions, pushing the hotter air in the room down to keep the place at a tolerable temperature.
He glanced at the clock, beside his bed, the red digits showed him that it was 6 pm. It'd be dark soon and he supposed he should attempt to socialize with some of the citizens of Harbor Rock, but first a quick shower.