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kingheiderich.livejournal.com[Quiet. Perhaps too quiet. He's standing at the door of his room that he's sharing with Edward at the inn. He's been at the hospital for the past day and a half. He didn't let the other know because he didn't want him to worry or fuss over him even though he experienced a Grand mal seizure. He's also been feeling sharp pains where the bullets embedded his skin prior to his arrival at Central. But how and why is such a thing happening? When they did the scans on him, there were no bullets found anywhere. The mere fact all this is happening, could it be coincidence? Could it be the result of trying to live longer than he should and in a way being immortal? To go against mortality, is this the price?]
To escape death, can one escape it completely or does it wait in the rafters, watching you...Waiting until you least expect it to swoop down and render you senseless?
[He unlocks the door and pushes it open. He doesn't want to disturb Edward, so he grabs a few of his items. The journal that he's been writing in, a pen, and a scope. He loves looking at the stars and tonight there are a number of them out in the sky. He leaves the room in silence, closing the door behind himself. He takes off down the hallway, down the stairs, and out of the inn. He's on his way towards the park. The sky is clear. Not a cloud in sight. When he reaches the park, he walks over to an old oak tree and sits down, leaning up against it. He rests a hand upon the tree and sighs.]
Not even you have eternal life. We all will pass on some day. It's a never ending circle. Repetition.
[He sets the journal down with the pen and uses the scope to look up at the stars. He cringes when he feels that pain again but tries to shrug it off.]
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