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grassangel) wrote2008-06-30 06:54 pm
grassangel) wrote2008-06-30 06:54 pm
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[Air Gear] King's court
Title: King's court
Series: Air Gear
Character/Pairing: None
Rating: G
Genre: General
Spoilers/Warnings: Behemoth battle?
Wordcount: 130
Theme/prompt: Chain - Back-On (OP theme to the anime)
Author's Notes: Written on the train while it was being late.
Scorches and skid marks score long lines around the walls, the smell of burnt plastic and oil lingering in the air.
A forgotten bolt and a couple of bearings lie unnoticed in a corner, grease staining the floor.
Amongst other scraps of rubbish a sandwich crust dries out, discarded by some half-hungry spectator.
Phantom sounds echo in the arena – snatches of mechanical whirring, cheering crowds and triumphant exclamations accompany ringing gunshots.
The remains lie still in the wake of the battle, air quieting but still whispering fiercely, occasional flurries disturbing the debris as it gossips excitedly.
Even hours later the wind is still shifting, murmuring quietly to itself, still in awe of what it has witnessed, small fragments of its sounds still drifting.
The sky king battled here tonight.
Series: Air Gear
Character/Pairing: None
Rating: G
Genre: General
Spoilers/Warnings: Behemoth battle?
Wordcount: 130
Theme/prompt: Chain - Back-On (OP theme to the anime)
Author's Notes: Written on the train while it was being late.
Scorches and skid marks score long lines around the walls, the smell of burnt plastic and oil lingering in the air.
A forgotten bolt and a couple of bearings lie unnoticed in a corner, grease staining the floor.
Amongst other scraps of rubbish a sandwich crust dries out, discarded by some half-hungry spectator.
Phantom sounds echo in the arena – snatches of mechanical whirring, cheering crowds and triumphant exclamations accompany ringing gunshots.
The remains lie still in the wake of the battle, air quieting but still whispering fiercely, occasional flurries disturbing the debris as it gossips excitedly.
Even hours later the wind is still shifting, murmuring quietly to itself, still in awe of what it has witnessed, small fragments of its sounds still drifting.
The sky king battled here tonight.
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Relayed that happening to everyone; everybody generally agrees that that sucks.
Thank you! *hugs*