<blockquote>ooc. Tessera 10th, 81381. This thread takes place between Attrius Infernus and Amphetamine Tmucaaiat, in an alleway in central Watani. ic. To get a better idea of what Atti was feeling, try this: focus on these words, but whatever you do, don't let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this post. Now imagine that just beyond your perephial vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can't see it, something is closing in on you, so quietly you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound. That's where it is - but don't look. Keep your eyes here and take a deep breath. Only this time, as you exhale, try to imagine how fast it will happen, how hard it's going to hit you, how many times it's going to stab your jugular with its teeth - or are they nails? - don't worry, because that particualr detail won't matter. Because before you have time to even process that you should be running, you should at the very least be flinging your arms up - you sure as fucking hell should be getting away from this computer - you won't even have time to scream. Don't look. Of course he looked. He looked so fucking fast he should have ended up getting one of those braces for whiplash. Atti's hands had gone all clammy, and his face was burning up. Who knew how much adredaline had just been dumped into his system. His emotions, having departed into alcloves of darkness, seeped into corners and cracks and outlets. His hands shook and the world spun as though he were a top dressed in skinny jeans and a white tee-shirt, gaspining in large, irregular breaths of air. There, before him, was his worst nightmare. Amphetamine "Meth" Tmucaaiat.</blockquote>
