Out of Character:
Closed, experimental thread. The rules for each post are as follows: Each post must be at least 200 words but may not exceed 250. OOC tags and the words within them don't count. Each post MUST advance the story, MUST make use of setting, and MUST have one solid bit of either dialogue, characterization, or action.
It was the end. It was the beginning. It was just like always, the flash of light and roiling heat that preceded the BOOM! she’d never hear. It was tea with Horatio, and finally, hopefully, it was the end. She closed her eyes, embracing it for real for the first time since she’d been dropped onto this gods-forsaken Island ten years ago.
There was the pain. There was always the pain; it was having her skin boiled off her muscles and bones, neck rent from body rent from limbs, oxygen ripped from her lungs and into airlessness, nothingness. But it only lasted a moment, and then faded, faded, into nothingness, into oblivion. Sweet oblivion.
Floating…
The first sensation to greet her consciousness was the feeling of weightlessness, and not like gravity had simply been nullified around her, more like it just didn’t apply, like up, down and sideways simply didn‘t exist anymore. It was a free and oppressive sensation, released from the shackles of reality with nowhere to go. The second was the silence, silence so profound her own heartbeat, the blood rushing in her veins pounded in her ears like firing cannons.
Dark eyes opened, only to be greeted by a blurring, fading swirl of greens and blues, houses and wars, landscapes and waterscapes, all mingling like some enormous chalk drawing in the rain. And it was empty, there was no one else, just her and the soundless procession of scenes.
Is this Purgatory?