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thearena2015-01-02 09:24 am
somethingprecious) wrote in thearena2015-01-02 09:24 am
Entry tags:
closed | the quiet terror of being alive
Who| Bilbo & Thorongil
What| A fight to survive and failing.
Where| The abandoned zones.
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| DEATH, xenomorphs, gore, mutilation, blood, gross things, grieving, angst, terrible things done to good people.
[It was hard to move on knowing what was left behind, but somehow with the help of Thorongil he managed to continue moving forward, one foot in front of the other. After awhile numbness settled into his bones and he found if he just ignored the aching in his chest every time he remembered their faces then he could muster the energy to keep going.
To what end he didn't know. This all felt so pointless to him, but giving up completely has never been an option for him. He'd keep walking until the bitter end, wherever it led him.
Which was back down in the abandoned zones. By now he was following Thorongil, trusting him to keep them out of harm's way as much as possible. By now he had gotten used to wearing the boots he arrived in and as much as he hated how unnatural they felt to him they did a damn good job of keeping himself from being needlessly injured. They didn't help in keeping his steps silent though, an unfortunate downside.]
What| A fight to survive and failing.
Where| The abandoned zones.
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| DEATH, xenomorphs, gore, mutilation, blood, gross things, grieving, angst, terrible things done to good people.
[It was hard to move on knowing what was left behind, but somehow with the help of Thorongil he managed to continue moving forward, one foot in front of the other. After awhile numbness settled into his bones and he found if he just ignored the aching in his chest every time he remembered their faces then he could muster the energy to keep going.
To what end he didn't know. This all felt so pointless to him, but giving up completely has never been an option for him. He'd keep walking until the bitter end, wherever it led him.
Which was back down in the abandoned zones. By now he was following Thorongil, trusting him to keep them out of harm's way as much as possible. By now he had gotten used to wearing the boots he arrived in and as much as he hated how unnatural they felt to him they did a damn good job of keeping himself from being needlessly injured. They didn't help in keeping his steps silent though, an unfortunate downside.]
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It was an achievement with no joy in it.
He had the portal gun in one hand and a length of metal pipe in the other. It was no blade, but it was better than nothing. He was in the process of leading Bilbo up and out of the abandoned zones -- the doorways made by the gun had turned faulty and had dropped them here in the stinking dark.
Thorongil didn't like it. It brought back too many memories of deep places, of foul places, of darkness as thick and clinging as spider-silk. But his mind was as clear, his footsteps soft, his face set.
Suddenly, he puts out a hand -- the one with the gun -- to halt Bilbo in his tracks.
He brings a finger to his lips, brows drawn together with worry. He thinks he's heard something.]