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ROBIN TEEN TITANS ( JOURNAL ) |
JACK FROST RISE OF THE GUARDIANS ( JOURNAL ) | |||
JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURES ( JOURNAL ) |
FRANK BANNISTER THE FRIGHTENERS ( JOURNAL ) |
BECK TRON: UPRISING ( JOURNAL ) |
JEAN DESCOLE PROFESSOR LAYTON ( JOURNAL ) | RYAN NEWMAN WILFRED ( JOURNAL ) | MARTY MCFLY BACK TO THE FUTURE ( ryslig ) |
straight for the castle
Aug. 18th, 2016 11:32 pmatlasrising[ The climb up to Jack's office is...a little intimidating.
Just a little.
He never heard of anything like a trapdoor before when he would go over Handsome Jack facts, or whatever. After he saw the bottom and the "contents" of whatever remained, he was okay with his ignorance from before. It stunk. It freakin' reeked. There were body parts and Loader Bot parts and shreds of something that Rhys honestly doesn't want to know.
The climb up the shaft was even worse. The many devices used to tear the poor soul who fell down the trapdoor apart was stained and stinky. Even though they were all quiet and still as Rhys climbed up, he was incredibly creeped out. And a little nervous. If Fiona got distracted by something and let go of the lever, he would be spaghetti. Absolutely dead, except for some strained stuff.
But he makes it to the top with no problems...surprisingly. He pushes the top door of the trapdoor shaft open, peeking his head through the top. And just like Jack said, they were here. Handsome Jack's office that has long since been closed to the public, except for hardcore fans who wanted to pay half of their life earnings to just step through the front doors.
Rhys hikes himself up, the trapdoor shutting behind him. The office was quiet, a little dark, but Handsome Jack stuff was everywhere. Statues, pictures, posters.
He had dreamed of being here before. And now... ]</small. Here we are.
Just a little.
He never heard of anything like a trapdoor before when he would go over Handsome Jack facts, or whatever. After he saw the bottom and the "contents" of whatever remained, he was okay with his ignorance from before. It stunk. It freakin' reeked. There were body parts and Loader Bot parts and shreds of something that Rhys honestly doesn't want to know.
The climb up the shaft was even worse. The many devices used to tear the poor soul who fell down the trapdoor apart was stained and stinky. Even though they were all quiet and still as Rhys climbed up, he was incredibly creeped out. And a little nervous. If Fiona got distracted by something and let go of the lever, he would be spaghetti. Absolutely dead, except for some strained stuff.
But he makes it to the top with no problems...surprisingly. He pushes the top door of the trapdoor shaft open, peeking his head through the top. And just like Jack said, they were here. Handsome Jack's office that has long since been closed to the public, except for hardcore fans who wanted to pay half of their life earnings to just step through the front doors.
Rhys hikes himself up, the trapdoor shutting behind him. The office was quiet, a little dark, but Handsome Jack stuff was everywhere. Statues, pictures, posters.
He had dreamed of being here before. And now... ]</small. Here we are.
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