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viceofvoices) wrote2016-10-09 12:03 pm
viceofvoices) wrote2016-10-09 12:03 pm
Once Upon A Dream
Bishop unlocked his front door with a weary sigh. As the lights in his tiny, crappy apartment flicked on automatically, he shrugged out of his light, faded coat and tossed it over the threadbare futon that doubled as a couch. Another long shift, and he had only a few hours to rest and eat before he had to go to another job.
Yawning, he flipped open the mail console and scrolled through it -- bills, bills, ads...nothing good, of course. He curled his lip and closed the hologram in disgust. Why was he cursed to always have debt hanging over his head?
Oh, right. Because he was a freak of nature.
In a sour mood, Bishop padded over to his bathroom, but paused halfway as a white square caught his eye. Scowling, he approached the strange object in the middle of his floor. Crouching, he hesitantly picked it up. Was this...was this paper? What was something so rare and expensive doing in his apartment? Immediately nervous, he flipped it over and felt his stomach flip. There was his name, written plainly.
He glanced around, alarmed and suspicious, then unfolded the paper. Before he could even read what was inside, the world around him flashed white and the ground under his feet disappeared. Shouting hoarsely, he tumbled through a vortex of light and sound, then suddenly crumpled to a heap on the ground again.
Yawning, he flipped open the mail console and scrolled through it -- bills, bills, ads...nothing good, of course. He curled his lip and closed the hologram in disgust. Why was he cursed to always have debt hanging over his head?
Oh, right. Because he was a freak of nature.
In a sour mood, Bishop padded over to his bathroom, but paused halfway as a white square caught his eye. Scowling, he approached the strange object in the middle of his floor. Crouching, he hesitantly picked it up. Was this...was this paper? What was something so rare and expensive doing in his apartment? Immediately nervous, he flipped it over and felt his stomach flip. There was his name, written plainly.
He glanced around, alarmed and suspicious, then unfolded the paper. Before he could even read what was inside, the world around him flashed white and the ground under his feet disappeared. Shouting hoarsely, he tumbled through a vortex of light and sound, then suddenly crumpled to a heap on the ground again.