Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jan 12, 2013 19:15:51 GMT -5
It was a stormy winter evening as Nathanael Paul Javert sat on the back of a folding chair in the ballroom, bottle of rum in hand as he gazed out the window at the raging elements outside. There was a blizzard, and it didn't look as if it would let up until morning at least. He took a swig, the cold air of the room stiff and unsettling. The cold didn't bother him at all. After all, he couldn't feel any of it, so why should it bother him?
Lightning cracked. Ah, thundersnow... He could feel himself growing stronger with the power of the electricity. The storm swirling outside... with the exception of the snow rather than rain, it was much like one of the stormier night's he'd spent out on the high seas back when he belonged to the land of the living, rather than being trapped somewhere in between the living and the dead as he was now...
The ghastly man continued to sit, looking out the window in a sort of remembrance. He heard the large door of the room creek open, but he did not dare turn. “Evening,” he said plainly, taking another swig and continuing to face toward the window.
Lightning cracked. Ah, thundersnow... He could feel himself growing stronger with the power of the electricity. The storm swirling outside... with the exception of the snow rather than rain, it was much like one of the stormier night's he'd spent out on the high seas back when he belonged to the land of the living, rather than being trapped somewhere in between the living and the dead as he was now...
The ghastly man continued to sit, looking out the window in a sort of remembrance. He heard the large door of the room creek open, but he did not dare turn. “Evening,” he said plainly, taking another swig and continuing to face toward the window.
