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Feb. 25th, 2012 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itwasjustified[ previously, or: the end of the end of the universe ]
Raylan's sense of direction has deserted him.
Sideways feels like down, and upright feels like sideways, and he is everything but prepared for his boots to meet a solid surface that isn't quaking or rumbling.
Partially sun-blind, he hip-checks a trash can, and winds up on all fours.
Once his elbows give, he's face-down in sweet-smelling green grass.
He'll get up in a minute.
Or five.
Raylan's sense of direction has deserted him.
Sideways feels like down, and upright feels like sideways, and he is everything but prepared for his boots to meet a solid surface that isn't quaking or rumbling.
Partially sun-blind, he hip-checks a trash can, and winds up on all fours.
Once his elbows give, he's face-down in sweet-smelling green grass.
He'll get up in a minute.
Or five.
