| In a fit of THNMY... |
[Mar. 18th, 2007|09:19 pm] |
Daniel may be too sick to leave the hospital, and he have been forced to stay in bed and rest, but at least in his dreams, he could go anywhere he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise.
Tonight he was visiting an ocean. He'd never been to the bottom of the ocean, but he'd seen enough movies to know what it was probably like. Somewhere in his mind, he knew the school of fish over there playing reggae music should have been a little strange, but he didn't let it bother him. Saying something might offend the squid and the mermaid, with whom he was having tea and crumpets. Of course, Daniel had never had a crumpet before, so his mind was substituting strawberry cookies.
"I think," Daniel says matter-of-factly, "You would like the sky. It's very blue." Talking was very easy underwater. It was like breathing air, only underwater.
"Chocolate cake," The mermaid replies with a nod, taking a sip of tea. She looks a lot like Cureall.
"And it changes colors!" Daniel adds. "Twice a day, it's pink."
The squid poured Daniel another cup of tea and gave him two sugars. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2006|01:07 am] |
Daniel struggles as a cloth his placed over his eyes and tied around the back of his head. Alas, he can do nohting -- especially when he's lifted and slung over someone's shoulder.
He's not sure how long or how far he went but soon he was back on the ground, the ropes were cut, and a door was whooshing shut behind him. He is still, trying to collect himself. The right side of his face is still throbbing, and he can already feel one eye being forced to squint from the swelling. He finally sits up, relieved at the chance to stretch his aching muscles, and glances around the room.
Gray. Everything. The murky, unsanitary gray you get from unwashed white socks or a collection of dust. There is a bed in the corner, equally gray and smelling like someone else's sweat, vomit and he doesn't want to think about what else. There is nothing besids that bed on the floor or walls, but mounted on four corners of the ceiling are four cameras, pointing Down. Daniel stares up at them, scowling, then leans against the wall and curls up into a ball. He can't even find a seam where the door would be. He's trapped, and he knows it.
But if he cries, someone will catch it on tape. And he doesn't want to give Drath that victory so easily. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2006|10:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | It's a New Day - Sailor Moon | ] |
Daniel cheerfully knocks on Wheelie's door. After that Cureall... no, he's not going to think about it now. Today's about Wheelie. He frowns, waiting, and finally shouts, "Yo, it's me. Sorry I was quiet for a while, the glue-on-Kup's-chair thing got me grounded," he chuckles. "But dad lifted my sentence today. Wanted to know if we could, like, head to the arcade or something." It's been a while since he'd been there -- what with having his own Xbox and everything. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2006|08:55 am] |
Daniel doesn't stop running until he's out of the Nexus, back at Autobot headquarters, safe in his room. As his chest and legs burned with the strain, he quickly punched in a code that would close and lock his door. He didn't want to talk to anyone, not now.
Once the metal door slams shut Daniel leans against it, slids down to a sitting position on the floor, and starts to cry without holding back. |
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