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Post by werdnari on Dec 31, 2012 23:36:42 GMT -5
Werdnari sighed, watching his breath billow and twist about before him, then fading into the starry sky. For a man so used to squirming about pipes and between walls, then barricades and grasping zeds, it was a strange moment. He'd never learned much about the stars when his work was underground, and it was rarely a time he felt safe enough to look where a set of hands and jaws couldn't lurk.
Leaning toward the roof's edge, he brought a pistol to his temple for what he hoped was the final time. Faces flashed through head, most long gone or moved on from the humble little home they'd turned the Cosway into. The pull always seemed to take forever.
Click.
A soft, defeated laugh escaped Werd as he fell back into a small bank of snow with a twisted little smile. "Happy New Year, Buddy. I'll likely kill you in the morning."
All around, the skies beyond the wall began to fill with colorful bursts of light. The low pops and rumbles following the nearer ones nearly drowned out the soft voice that struggled to sing a happy tune for the occasion.
"Two-thousand, zero, zero party over oops out of time. So tonight I'm gonna party like its nineteen-ninety-nine."
[Poorly written stuff once again graces the board! Gotta love random thoughts!]
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