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castleinthemist2012-03-16 08:52 pm
last_lombax) wrote in castleinthemist2012-03-16 08:52 pm
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Fourth Gold Bolt [Locked to room 13 dwellers or anyone who is coming aknocking.]]
[Ratchet's laying in bed today, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. He ate some food left by Haku and just went back to his room after making his wish. If it was granted...then he would have a better weapon than his guns. Guns needed ammo after all. Something he'd have to keep wishing for. This wouldn't need that. There was just other things that came with it.
He had thought he would have been feeling horrible since he had stopped getting any real sleep thanks to restless dreams he couldn't remember and that strange vision of his own death again. And here he was, wishing for the exact weapon that killed him and he didn't feel anything. He hadn't felt anything for the last few days really. He just didn't. It just wasn't there, no fear, no sadness, no happiness, nothing. He just couldn't feel. He faked smiles well enough, as well as laughs and things but they weren't real. He was surprised no one had noticed yet. Maybe he was a better actor than he thought?
Whatever the case, it didn't matter. Right now his only concern was protecting everyone else. He was the hero, even if a dead one. And the hero made sure everyone got out okay, themselves included or not. And he was going to start doing just that.]
((OOC: So Ratchet's depressed and hanging out in his room. Aimed mostly at fellow room 13 dwellers but if you feel the need to come knock on the Lombax's door and visit, he'll open it for you.))
He had thought he would have been feeling horrible since he had stopped getting any real sleep thanks to restless dreams he couldn't remember and that strange vision of his own death again. And here he was, wishing for the exact weapon that killed him and he didn't feel anything. He hadn't felt anything for the last few days really. He just didn't. It just wasn't there, no fear, no sadness, no happiness, nothing. He just couldn't feel. He faked smiles well enough, as well as laughs and things but they weren't real. He was surprised no one had noticed yet. Maybe he was a better actor than he thought?
Whatever the case, it didn't matter. Right now his only concern was protecting everyone else. He was the hero, even if a dead one. And the hero made sure everyone got out okay, themselves included or not. And he was going to start doing just that.]
((OOC: So Ratchet's depressed and hanging out in his room. Aimed mostly at fellow room 13 dwellers but if you feel the need to come knock on the Lombax's door and visit, he'll open it for you.))
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