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smelltheashes) wrote2008-09-15 08:46 pm
smelltheashes) wrote2008-09-15 08:46 pm
Captain Ryan
Captain Ryan meets with no soldiers on the stairs, but as he proceeds downward, the stairwell goes dark. And more: the air goes... very, very still, in a way that no one with his sense of smell is likely ever to have encountered outside of a microchip production facility or somewhere similarly brought to artificial standstill.
When the light returns the stairs are gone, and the walls around him as well. Instead there is the sort of darkness one only encounters in the mind of someone who cannot be bothered to imagine the presence of the sky: not so much the absence of light as the place one does not want to look, because it is not there. How far it extends would be difficult to say, as there are no objects by which to judge distance. Only a lone figure: gaunt and pale of face, deep-set eyes of greenish-blue, and a scent that resembles someone trying to match a human's but not quite managing. His suit is a respectably cut grey, and he carries a briefcase.
"Captain Ryan," he says calmly, adjusting his tie. "The plot thickens, I see. Who... knew there would be so many factors to consider today?" He shakes his head fractionally, giving a lipless smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "One introduction after another. It really is starting to get more complicated around here than... any of us had imagined when it all began."
When the light returns the stairs are gone, and the walls around him as well. Instead there is the sort of darkness one only encounters in the mind of someone who cannot be bothered to imagine the presence of the sky: not so much the absence of light as the place one does not want to look, because it is not there. How far it extends would be difficult to say, as there are no objects by which to judge distance. Only a lone figure: gaunt and pale of face, deep-set eyes of greenish-blue, and a scent that resembles someone trying to match a human's but not quite managing. His suit is a respectably cut grey, and he carries a briefcase.
"Captain Ryan," he says calmly, adjusting his tie. "The plot thickens, I see. Who... knew there would be so many factors to consider today?" He shakes his head fractionally, giving a lipless smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "One introduction after another. It really is starting to get more complicated around here than... any of us had imagined when it all began."