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capeandcowllogs2011-09-18 07:42 pm
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she said, 'now's the right time'
WHO: Katurian [from 2020] and a lot of unfortunate characters.
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: The nights of September 20th, September 21st, and September 22nd.
WARNINGS: Violence and death.
SUMMARY: Katurian has traveled from the future to kill some of the villains.
FORMAT: You choose! Also, choose your date when you tag in. c:
Katurian dips in and out of the past. He gives little kisses to 1967, 2002, 2010. He visits new pasts and familiar pasts and the pasts of old friends turned enemies. He visits strangers. He lets himself drown inside universes where time is measured on a different scale all together, and in these pasts, in each of these little unique pockets of time, he's more alive than he's ever been in the real world. Or ever will be.
He wears a pillowcase over his head, dirty and brown with use, his eyes merely indented shadows in the structure. He looks through them and the whole world is stained and ugly. There's a hole for his mouth where he breathes through a row of artificial teeth, their false whiteness obscuring a voice modulator. His gloves and his shirt are filled with hidden pockets disguised as patches, concealing weapons and pills and powders. His boots contain slots for his knives.
It isn't enough to lose himself in the past. Sometimes he needs to change it.
WHERE: All over the City.
WHEN: The nights of September 20th, September 21st, and September 22nd.
WARNINGS: Violence and death.
SUMMARY: Katurian has traveled from the future to kill some of the villains.
FORMAT: You choose! Also, choose your date when you tag in. c:
Katurian dips in and out of the past. He gives little kisses to 1967, 2002, 2010. He visits new pasts and familiar pasts and the pasts of old friends turned enemies. He visits strangers. He lets himself drown inside universes where time is measured on a different scale all together, and in these pasts, in each of these little unique pockets of time, he's more alive than he's ever been in the real world. Or ever will be.
He wears a pillowcase over his head, dirty and brown with use, his eyes merely indented shadows in the structure. He looks through them and the whole world is stained and ugly. There's a hole for his mouth where he breathes through a row of artificial teeth, their false whiteness obscuring a voice modulator. His gloves and his shirt are filled with hidden pockets disguised as patches, concealing weapons and pills and powders. His boots contain slots for his knives.
It isn't enough to lose himself in the past. Sometimes he needs to change it.