[otc] 8.3 - BATMAN BEGINS quote
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magic_fratboyIf you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can't stop you, you become something else entirely.
In the dead of night, sleep won’t take him. He can hear their souls screaming in the dark...
He wears black, with short-sleeve shirts that leave his wrist bare, wearing only a watch and a single bracelet, a silver handcuff shackle. He abandons the rest of his jewelry and binds his hair back with a bandanna.
A hypnotic suggestion keeps Zee asleep as he leaves the loft and enters the world in the night.
His steps are light as he stalks the concrete jungle, slipping through the shadows that usually hold death in some form or another for him and all his kind. The darkness doesn’t belong to Darkness alone, however...it also comes before the dawn, and in the beginning of every happy story there is always darkness.
Walking is a quiet meditation, and that’s all the world asks of him in these hours. The screams grow quiet as he approaches with the simple desire to see a smile, feel a rush of heat and happiness in his blood. He gets, it, too...from the homeless and the hungry, from the junkies and the dealers, the thieves, whores, and shades of pale faces and silver chains that litter the best and worst of Hollywood.
The moments of action bring the largest result. Small moves, big waves he’s sure the Fraternity can feel, waves all of Pandora’s children can sense in the early hours of the day when even the sun won’t wake. A coin in a cup, a door held for another, even a smile over change at a liquor store.
Lately he’s even taken to doing magic. Pausing on a street corner to show one of the pale shades a simple effect with no real power behind it...only practice, diligence, understanding that brings the same amount of awe, and germinates as the first seeds of hope in a lonely soul.
He does nothing in those wee hours of the night just breaking into morning, save for maybe drinking a cup of coffee before he heads home and back to bed, with his current companion none the wiser. All he does is exist...as a man, as a soul, as an avatar of human hope.
He lets the lonely souls see that hope lives...and it’s all they really need to keep going one more day.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 387
In the dead of night, sleep won’t take him. He can hear their souls screaming in the dark...
He wears black, with short-sleeve shirts that leave his wrist bare, wearing only a watch and a single bracelet, a silver handcuff shackle. He abandons the rest of his jewelry and binds his hair back with a bandanna.
A hypnotic suggestion keeps Zee asleep as he leaves the loft and enters the world in the night.
His steps are light as he stalks the concrete jungle, slipping through the shadows that usually hold death in some form or another for him and all his kind. The darkness doesn’t belong to Darkness alone, however...it also comes before the dawn, and in the beginning of every happy story there is always darkness.
Walking is a quiet meditation, and that’s all the world asks of him in these hours. The screams grow quiet as he approaches with the simple desire to see a smile, feel a rush of heat and happiness in his blood. He gets, it, too...from the homeless and the hungry, from the junkies and the dealers, the thieves, whores, and shades of pale faces and silver chains that litter the best and worst of Hollywood.
The moments of action bring the largest result. Small moves, big waves he’s sure the Fraternity can feel, waves all of Pandora’s children can sense in the early hours of the day when even the sun won’t wake. A coin in a cup, a door held for another, even a smile over change at a liquor store.
Lately he’s even taken to doing magic. Pausing on a street corner to show one of the pale shades a simple effect with no real power behind it...only practice, diligence, understanding that brings the same amount of awe, and germinates as the first seeds of hope in a lonely soul.
He does nothing in those wee hours of the night just breaking into morning, save for maybe drinking a cup of coffee before he heads home and back to bed, with his current companion none the wiser. All he does is exist...as a man, as a soul, as an avatar of human hope.
He lets the lonely souls see that hope lives...and it’s all they really need to keep going one more day.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 387
