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fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image.
fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image. 15 May 2008 @ 04:08 pm
15 May 2008 @ 10:11 am
The skin was pale, clammy, and shivered like a machine with a missing gear. The eyes were closed. The body was lain haphazardly on the bunk, as if thrown there and forgotten.
Flesh, bone, blood, tears, muscle, ligaments, cartilage: it was all there, wrapped up in a neat little human package. Black hair, black clothes, head, shoulders, knees, toes; the cloak at the feet, the broom in the hand.
But the boy was gone.
[establishy][and no, he's not dead][for clarification, he just looks like he's in a restless sleep]
Flesh, bone, blood, tears, muscle, ligaments, cartilage: it was all there, wrapped up in a neat little human package. Black hair, black clothes, head, shoulders, knees, toes; the cloak at the feet, the broom in the hand.
But the boy was gone.
[establishy][and no, he's not dead][for clarification, he just looks like he's in a restless sleep]