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Jun. 21st, 2005 01:45 am*The moment he passes through the portal he can feel Her. She's all around, doing her work. Some might find it odd that he takes comfort in that, but then what do they know anyway?
The town is in pieces. What is left standing is covered with what isn't. It's dark, which is nice; lends more shadows in which to hide. Raph is careful where he steps, since he's unsure what is and what is not solid ground.
Areas of the town have been sectioned off with floating caution tape. A queue of what can only be bodies line one a cleared out section. They are covered in blankets of all sizes. Raph tries hard not to think about what the smaller blankets represent.
War is ugly and hellish, and instantly he is thankful for the fact that the ones he's found himself in have rarely, if ever, involved children.*
The town is in pieces. What is left standing is covered with what isn't. It's dark, which is nice; lends more shadows in which to hide. Raph is careful where he steps, since he's unsure what is and what is not solid ground.
Areas of the town have been sectioned off with floating caution tape. A queue of what can only be bodies line one a cleared out section. They are covered in blankets of all sizes. Raph tries hard not to think about what the smaller blankets represent.
War is ugly and hellish, and instantly he is thankful for the fact that the ones he's found himself in have rarely, if ever, involved children.*
