http://dontbeso-dense.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dontbeso-dense.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] discedo_logs2008-08-28 05:48 pm

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Who: Otacon, open to all
Where: The edge of the forest, close to the wharf
When: Early morning
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A wrong turn could lead to trouble.
the log:
Water.

The sound of water, splashing against the side of the rotting wooden planks, was quite loud. Loud enough to stir Otacon from some fuzzy dream, but not enough to awaken him. It was nicer in dreams.

He lay on the ground face down, covered in dirt and leaves and insects, and although he didn't know it, he looked quite the wreck. His right hand clutched at some copper tubing and a wrench- how he got it was anyone's guess. Another peculiar thing about him was- if you could call this situation normal to begin with- was the rather unnatural way Otacon's left arm was bending.

Water, and the sounds of his own soft groaning were all that could be heard as dawn broke over the city.

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