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entrancelogs2014-10-29 08:59 am
onlyhomemade) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-29 08:59 am
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Lets Do The Time Warp Again -- late event post OTA
Who: Gabriel Brodric & Michael Brodric, also a little of Pastor Whele but OTA!!
Where: Storybrooke
When: sometime between the 25th and 26th of Oct
Rating: PG-13 for language and such will change if something changes
Summary: It was just a normal day until suddenly he sprouted wings and began getting flashes of confusing things as if he was remembering another life.
The Story:
It was 2 am and the bar was closing, it took the persistence of his bartender to gently shoo him off his stool to head home. Home. What was even there for him? He's certain Michael would be upset to hear such thoughts but that's the low he was feeling today. All sorts of things running through his head about what the hell he's even doing with his life. What is he meant to be? Any sort of things that would plague the normal man, or so he'd keep telling himself so this didn't seem like it was a problem at all. As he staggers out of the bar, tired, worn down and too drunk to pay attention to how he sways, he'll manage only a few feet before bumping into someone. This someone isn't kind enough to just let him shuffle past, instead he's shoved roughly, toppling heavily against a parked car. He's barked at and berated about how much of a rude, disgusting and pathetic man he is.
The insults are the one last straw he needed and he pushes himself back up to meet the other. He'd been itching for a fight this time. He feels a surge of anger pull at him as he stalks up to get in the others face. That's when he feels it; a shift right along the spine near his shoulder blades, a crawling of his skin and an almost stretching sensation but he can't place it, he doesn't remember what this feeling was and he was too out of it to care. He ignores it, blind in his drunken rage as he attacks the man, catching a brief look of wide-eyed horror before there's a cry and blood sprayed across the glass of a shop window. Gabriel stands seething over the body and realizes he hasn't simply beat the man with his fists… there's too much blood pooling out onto the sidewalk for that and his back… his back feels heavy.
A rustle of wind through his feathers causes him to shiver and feel an alien sensation from the new appendages. He turns slowly to look up, as if he's afraid to peer over his shoulders at the slightly raised wings. They react to his surprise, suddenly drawing in and folding against his back. His heart is racing a mile a minute as he nearly turns a circle to look at them and get them in a better light. Wings!? How is this even real?? He's not that drunk. There's no way. Did someone slip him something?
Then the strong scent of copper hits his nose and his attention is back on the body. He can't hear a heartbeat. Though, there's a brief moment of confusion at that thought. why should I hear a heartbeat from here? As if that was normal?
Wait. Was that man dead? Had he killed him?
Stooping lower he realizes that the throat is cut. But he didn't have a knife, how could he possibly have killed the man in such a way? Something in the back of his mind tells him he did it, that his wings somehow are the culprit. WHY does he suddenly have wings?? It's like a war of instincts in his head, one confused at why this is happening and the other understanding just what is going on. He doesn't remember what he is. All he can think is I'm a FREAK. I'm some kind of monster and I just killed someone.
So he ran.
((ooc: so feel free to have someone witness the "fight" or the sudden appearance of wings or see Gabriel run off. Or maybe you talk to a witness and find the body or follow a trail. He's going to run and hide and summon his brother, also approach with caution while he's worked up, he can't quite control things. He'll also be seen going to a church later when things've calmed down some to go Confess. But I'm up for just about anything, especially since the event is over! Please shoot me a private message if you're not sure, or poke me on plurk (AceOfSwords)))
Where: Storybrooke
When: sometime between the 25th and 26th of Oct
Rating: PG-13 for language and such will change if something changes
Summary: It was just a normal day until suddenly he sprouted wings and began getting flashes of confusing things as if he was remembering another life.
The Story:
It was 2 am and the bar was closing, it took the persistence of his bartender to gently shoo him off his stool to head home. Home. What was even there for him? He's certain Michael would be upset to hear such thoughts but that's the low he was feeling today. All sorts of things running through his head about what the hell he's even doing with his life. What is he meant to be? Any sort of things that would plague the normal man, or so he'd keep telling himself so this didn't seem like it was a problem at all. As he staggers out of the bar, tired, worn down and too drunk to pay attention to how he sways, he'll manage only a few feet before bumping into someone. This someone isn't kind enough to just let him shuffle past, instead he's shoved roughly, toppling heavily against a parked car. He's barked at and berated about how much of a rude, disgusting and pathetic man he is.
The insults are the one last straw he needed and he pushes himself back up to meet the other. He'd been itching for a fight this time. He feels a surge of anger pull at him as he stalks up to get in the others face. That's when he feels it; a shift right along the spine near his shoulder blades, a crawling of his skin and an almost stretching sensation but he can't place it, he doesn't remember what this feeling was and he was too out of it to care. He ignores it, blind in his drunken rage as he attacks the man, catching a brief look of wide-eyed horror before there's a cry and blood sprayed across the glass of a shop window. Gabriel stands seething over the body and realizes he hasn't simply beat the man with his fists… there's too much blood pooling out onto the sidewalk for that and his back… his back feels heavy.
A rustle of wind through his feathers causes him to shiver and feel an alien sensation from the new appendages. He turns slowly to look up, as if he's afraid to peer over his shoulders at the slightly raised wings. They react to his surprise, suddenly drawing in and folding against his back. His heart is racing a mile a minute as he nearly turns a circle to look at them and get them in a better light. Wings!? How is this even real?? He's not that drunk. There's no way. Did someone slip him something?
Then the strong scent of copper hits his nose and his attention is back on the body. He can't hear a heartbeat. Though, there's a brief moment of confusion at that thought. why should I hear a heartbeat from here? As if that was normal?
Wait. Was that man dead? Had he killed him?
Stooping lower he realizes that the throat is cut. But he didn't have a knife, how could he possibly have killed the man in such a way? Something in the back of his mind tells him he did it, that his wings somehow are the culprit. WHY does he suddenly have wings?? It's like a war of instincts in his head, one confused at why this is happening and the other understanding just what is going on. He doesn't remember what he is. All he can think is I'm a FREAK. I'm some kind of monster and I just killed someone.
So he ran.
((ooc: so feel free to have someone witness the "fight" or the sudden appearance of wings or see Gabriel run off. Or maybe you talk to a witness and find the body or follow a trail. He's going to run and hide and summon his brother, also approach with caution while he's worked up, he can't quite control things. He'll also be seen going to a church later when things've calmed down some to go Confess. But I'm up for just about anything, especially since the event is over! Please shoot me a private message if you're not sure, or poke me on plurk (AceOfSwords)))
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[As to not feeling guilty about it, Michael remains silent. He has never been in that situation, and doesn't know how he'd feel if it were him. Maybe Gabriel was in shock, unable to process it, or maybe there was a part of him that really didn't feel badly about killing the man. At that time, there in a dark alley, Michael decided not to care.]
I don't either, but we have to do something with them before walking out onto the street.
[Michael steps back around Gabriel, hands on his wings again. He began to pull at them, fingers sliding over the feathers, not rough, but not gentle either. Maybe he could push at them, and they'd go back in.]
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He's distracted the moment Michael get his hands on him again. He gasps this time as the appendages are stretched slightly, fingers roughly pressing into them in an attempt to help them go away. He can't suppress the heated shudder as that slumbering part of him reacts to the forceful nature of it all and he can't help but to press a hand to the wall for support.]
Michael. Stop. That's not helping. I can't concentrate with your hands on me.
[There's that fluster again and damn it all why does he want more of those rough touches. This is his brother, not some random lover he picked up at the Rabbit Hole. He swallows it down so as not to allow his body a reaction, pushing whatever risque thoughts out of his head.]
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Another part of him doesn't want to make him uncomfortable either. There's a soft, conflicted, sigh.]
I'm sorry. I didn't realize.
[But, he doesn't remove his hands, leaving them there for a few minutes. He doesn't move them, stretch or push at the wings, but likes the feel of the feathers, the familiarity. When he does pull his hands away, it's reluctant.]