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May. 26th, 2010 10:59 pm[The most noticeable thing is the moon, and in its light, the shadow of a figure wearing a long scarf. He's standing on the balcony of a familiar apartment complex's balcony. It's not long before he's hefted himself onto the railing, balancing with ease over the thin metal bands of the banister. His slim form turns to meet the camera eye to lens, his lips quirked up into an eerily serene smile. Hands are spread to his sides like he's readying wings for flight, and before he looks as if he's going to commit a terrible suicide, he speaks.]
Come, Death isn't a bad thing.
[A black fog seeps around him, an extension of his body. He tips forward over the end of the balcony, and the last the camera sees of him, he's flipping smoothly over the street lamps under the dim light of the nearly-full moon.]
Come, Death isn't a bad thing.
[A black fog seeps around him, an extension of his body. He tips forward over the end of the balcony, and the last the camera sees of him, he's flipping smoothly over the street lamps under the dim light of the nearly-full moon.]
