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thecapitol2012-09-06 09:57 am
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2012-09-06 09:57 am
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WHO| Wyatt and Anyone! (And everyone, the more the merrier!)
WHAT| Returning the land of the living.
WHEN| Sometime after his death in the arena. Let's say two days after just to give ourselves some wiggle room.
WHERE| Wherever you'd like him to be!
WARNING/NOTES| Happy Wyatt Earp Day, everyone! No. Really. It's actually a thing. And, it is a thing I could not let pass without some sort of commemoration. X) (Also, Wyatt is supposed to go down protecting Momoko from a snake, it hasn't been written yet, but if you find you have to mention it, feel free to use that.)
One woulda thought that dying the second time 'round would have been easier than the first. Who woulda guessed it'd be so much worse?
Sure, they'd put him patched him all up again, not a hair out of place, but Wyatt could still feel it. Could still feel the stab of the snake's fangs in his leg, the burn of its poison in his veins...
He felt haunted. Haunted by his own bones.
Dragging himself from his room, he limped into the elevator and leaned tiredly against the wall. Where he was going, he didn't know, and didn't really care neither.
He was still leaning, eyes closed, when the doors finally opened again.
WHAT| Returning the land of the living.
WHEN| Sometime after his death in the arena. Let's say two days after just to give ourselves some wiggle room.
WHERE| Wherever you'd like him to be!
WARNING/NOTES| Happy Wyatt Earp Day, everyone! No. Really. It's actually a thing. And, it is a thing I could not let pass without some sort of commemoration. X) (Also, Wyatt is supposed to go down protecting Momoko from a snake, it hasn't been written yet, but if you find you have to mention it, feel free to use that.)
One woulda thought that dying the second time 'round would have been easier than the first. Who woulda guessed it'd be so much worse?
Sure, they'd put him patched him all up again, not a hair out of place, but Wyatt could still feel it. Could still feel the stab of the snake's fangs in his leg, the burn of its poison in his veins...
He felt haunted. Haunted by his own bones.
Dragging himself from his room, he limped into the elevator and leaned tiredly against the wall. Where he was going, he didn't know, and didn't really care neither.
He was still leaning, eyes closed, when the doors finally opened again.
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