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damned_institute2012-12-09 09:44 pm
fallenbeanpole) wrote in damned_institute2012-12-09 09:44 pm
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Night 67: Lake - Surrounding Area
[warping in from here]
Once again, the world seemed to move around him as he stepped through the door. The end result, however, was very different. He was expecting another room, or maybe a hallway. Even a bathroom.
He was not expecting a sudden drop into a cold lake.
For a second, the Once-ler was unable to react, too surprised by the abrupt plunge. Then his mind kicked into gear, screaming that he was underwater, he couldn't breathe, that he had to get to the surface now. With a lunge that was more instinctive than anything else, the man broke the surface again, gasping for air. All his attention went to making sure he stayed up; he did not notice that he had dropped both flashlight and metal pipe in his panic.
By no means was the Once-ler a world-class swimmer; it had never been something he'd thought would be necessary. But one didn't grow up with two overly energetic brothers and not learn how to at least stay afloat. Still, he was definitely splashing quite a bit more than was necessary, practically flailing his limbs to keep his head above water.
Once again, the world seemed to move around him as he stepped through the door. The end result, however, was very different. He was expecting another room, or maybe a hallway. Even a bathroom.
He was not expecting a sudden drop into a cold lake.
For a second, the Once-ler was unable to react, too surprised by the abrupt plunge. Then his mind kicked into gear, screaming that he was underwater, he couldn't breathe, that he had to get to the surface now. With a lunge that was more instinctive than anything else, the man broke the surface again, gasping for air. All his attention went to making sure he stayed up; he did not notice that he had dropped both flashlight and metal pipe in his panic.
By no means was the Once-ler a world-class swimmer; it had never been something he'd thought would be necessary. But one didn't grow up with two overly energetic brothers and not learn how to at least stay afloat. Still, he was definitely splashing quite a bit more than was necessary, practically flailing his limbs to keep his head above water.