( Curtis screams. He screams and he screams. He thinks that his voice is going to give out but he keeps screaming because there has never been pain like this. But, there's also never been satisfaction. Contentment.
This should have happened a long time ago. When Curtis closes his eyes, he waits for the pain to stop. He waits for the light to stop. Most importantly, he waits for the train to stop.
He closes his eyes. He waits.
He opens his eyes to the quiet. The train is gone. Beneath him is a floor so smooth and so clean that Curtis can't stop himself from falling to his knees and feeling it with the arm that's still intact.
His other arm is useless. A bloody mess of bone and muscle. Blood.
But, he is not dead. He is not dead. )
Hello?
( His voice is rough and scratchy from the screaming. It works though. So do his feet. Curtis moves, eyes scanning everything, everywhere. He's dead. He has to be dead. He's not dead. Maybe he was saved.
No, he's dead. There's no other option. )
( 002 OBSERVATION DECK )
( Is there anything more beautiful than what Curtis is looking at right now? The stars aren't all that bright but Curtis still has to take breaks from staring. For so long (too long, god, it had been so long), all he'd done was stare at the grimy sides of the train.
But now, stars. There were stars. There was an actual sky with stars. Stars that weren't blotted out by the harshness of winter or the necessity of the train.
Curtis raises a hand to the glass and starts connecting the stars. He doesn't want to stop looking. Ever. )
( 004 SPACEQUAKES )
( Curtis is alive. It's taken awhile to be fully convinced of that fact but there is no way that the pain he'd just felt from being flung across the deck and into the hard wall would happen if he were dead. )
Right into the good arm. Of course. Fucking bad luck.
( Curtis levers himself to his feet, expecting to see a mess to clean up but there's nothing. The floor is still clean, the walls intact, the area undisturbed. )
What the hell.
( That wasn't right. Something wasn't right. )
( 005 NETWORK )
UN: EVERETT
can anyone see this? am i doing this right?
what do people use this for? are there really that many people here to need it?
Curtis Everett } Snowpiercer
( Curtis screams. He screams and he screams. He thinks that his voice is going to give out but he keeps screaming because there has never been pain like this. But, there's also never been satisfaction. Contentment.
This should have happened a long time ago. When Curtis closes his eyes, he waits for the pain to stop. He waits for the light to stop. Most importantly, he waits for the train to stop.
He closes his eyes. He waits.
He opens his eyes to the quiet. The train is gone. Beneath him is a floor so smooth and so clean that Curtis can't stop himself from falling to his knees and feeling it with the arm that's still intact.
His other arm is useless. A bloody mess of bone and muscle. Blood.
But, he is not dead. He is not dead. )
Hello?
( His voice is rough and scratchy from the screaming. It works though. So do his feet. Curtis moves, eyes scanning everything, everywhere. He's dead. He has to be dead. He's not dead. Maybe he was saved.
No, he's dead. There's no other option. )
( Is there anything more beautiful than what Curtis is looking at right now? The stars aren't all that bright but Curtis still has to take breaks from staring. For so long (too long, god, it had been so long), all he'd done was stare at the grimy sides of the train.
But now, stars. There were stars. There was an actual sky with stars. Stars that weren't blotted out by the harshness of winter or the necessity of the train.
Curtis raises a hand to the glass and starts connecting the stars. He doesn't want to stop looking. Ever. )
( Curtis is alive. It's taken awhile to be fully convinced of that fact but there is no way that the pain he'd just felt from being flung across the deck and into the hard wall would happen if he were dead. )
Right into the good arm. Of course. Fucking bad luck.
( Curtis levers himself to his feet, expecting to see a mess to clean up but there's nothing. The floor is still clean, the walls intact, the area undisturbed. )
What the hell.
( That wasn't right. Something wasn't right. )
UN: EVERETT
can anyone see this? am i doing this right?
what do people use this for? are there really that many people here to need it?