Arrival He is no stranger to nightmares. It's rarer for him to not wake up with a jolt, sweat on his brow, hands shaking. The falling isn't new either. Does he remember death? He remembers the separate slugs and then falling. But nothing after. Only this. Only this red room
Honestly, this room is a hell of a lot nicer than half the rooms he's rented in recent months. This is a damn luxury compared to some of those places.
He takes his time to gather himself. Can't be shaking now. He's missing something of vital importance. Something he hasn't woken up without in year. Surely, Billy is just down stairs getting them breakfast like before. Rose Creek was just another nightmare.
The list, the phone, these things are ignored for now. The man instead takes a deep breath and steps out of his room. And right into you.
He flashes a gold toothed smile and draws a polite southern, "Pardon me."
STAND YOUR GROUND Prompt I
[Guess who's never seen an elevator before on his life. This guy. He bulks hard the second that door opens and those costrophobic insides come into view.
He peeks inside, half in and half out of the elevator, just looking it over, brow furrowed ]
You want me...to get into that contraption. You must be out of your damn mind.
REACH UP HIGH Prompt I His hand shakes as he stares at the knife. At the list before him. He glances at his own list, stomach churning. He looks away. "I can't..." He whispers, voice shaking. "There's already been so much..." Blood he means. There's so many deaths on his record, so many lives staining his soul. He can't do this. Not to someone else.
He feels the cut into his skin from a phantom blade and he grits his teeth. As long as he doesn't see his own blood, he's sure he'll handle this. He has to. "You don't need to bare my sins. But you can. Just don't let me see." He offers up an arm. His wishes his hand would stop shaking.
FOLLOW ME DOWN Prompt I - drugs
Finally, relief. The only kind he knows. An opium laced cigerette hangs from his lips. He take slow steady lung fulls. It calms him. Soothes him.
He can even crack jokes. "I expected pitch forks, you know. Like the ministers back home always were hollering about from the pulpit. A bit disappointed, don't you think?"
Goodnight Robicheaux | Magnificent Seven | OTA
He is no stranger to nightmares. It's rarer for him to not wake up with a jolt, sweat on his brow, hands shaking. The falling isn't new either. Does he remember death? He remembers the separate slugs and then falling. But nothing after. Only this. Only this red room
Honestly, this room is a hell of a lot nicer than half the rooms he's rented in recent months. This is a damn luxury compared to some of those places.
He takes his time to gather himself. Can't be shaking now. He's missing something of vital importance. Something he hasn't woken up without in year. Surely, Billy is just down stairs getting them breakfast like before. Rose Creek was just another nightmare.
The list, the phone, these things are ignored for now. The man instead takes a deep breath and steps out of his room. And right into you.
He flashes a gold toothed smile and draws a polite southern, "Pardon me."
STAND YOUR GROUND
Prompt I
[Guess who's never seen an elevator before on his life. This guy. He bulks hard the second that door opens and those costrophobic insides come into view.
He peeks inside, half in and half out of the elevator, just looking it over, brow furrowed ]
You want me...to get into that contraption. You must be out of your damn mind.
REACH UP HIGH
Prompt I
His hand shakes as he stares at the knife. At the list before him. He glances at his own list, stomach churning. He looks away. "I can't..." He whispers, voice shaking. "There's already been so much..." Blood he means. There's so many deaths on his record, so many lives staining his soul. He can't do this. Not to someone else.
He feels the cut into his skin from a phantom blade and he grits his teeth. As long as he doesn't see his own blood, he's sure he'll handle this. He has to. "You don't need to bare my sins. But you can. Just don't let me see." He offers up an arm. His wishes his hand would stop shaking.
FOLLOW ME DOWN
Prompt I - drugs
Finally, relief. The only kind he knows. An opium laced cigerette hangs from his lips. He take slow steady lung fulls. It calms him. Soothes him.
He can even crack jokes. "I expected pitch forks, you know. Like the ministers back home always were hollering about from the pulpit. A bit disappointed, don't you think?"