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shatterverse2007-12-02 10:16 pm
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This is the list of preliminary, visual variables that he can confirm at first glance:
Open, barren road (paved but unmarked).
Open, nearly barren fields on either side -- weedy-looking grass is the only thing that classifies them away from truly barren.
Open, clouded sky.
It's not much to go on, but, as Charlie would point out under better circumstances, he's gone on much less before. Of course, "better circumstances" is almost never defined as getting knocked off of your feet by some kind of blinding flash, watching L.A. vanish all around you, and being greeted with the above three variables once the spots stop swimming in front of your eyes.
The only thing that's stopping him from outright panic right now is focusing on them, and, as he pivots wildly and wide-eyed, trying to seek out more that could point him in the direction of getting his bearings. Even that's not doing the best job.
Charlie cups both hands around his mouth and calls out, a little shakily, "Hello?"
Open, barren road (paved but unmarked).
Open, nearly barren fields on either side -- weedy-looking grass is the only thing that classifies them away from truly barren.
Open, clouded sky.
It's not much to go on, but, as Charlie would point out under better circumstances, he's gone on much less before. Of course, "better circumstances" is almost never defined as getting knocked off of your feet by some kind of blinding flash, watching L.A. vanish all around you, and being greeted with the above three variables once the spots stop swimming in front of your eyes.
The only thing that's stopping him from outright panic right now is focusing on them, and, as he pivots wildly and wide-eyed, trying to seek out more that could point him in the direction of getting his bearings. Even that's not doing the best job.
Charlie cups both hands around his mouth and calls out, a little shakily, "Hello?"