July Arrivals

[sixthiteration]

WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED

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In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.

Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.

But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.

It is the first of July.

It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

Comments

Cougar Alvarez - OTA

[thecatinahat]

Once, on a mission, Cougar had been captured. They had tortured him for information that never came. Broken fingers, bloodied skin, but what Cougar remembers is the waterboarding. It's that sense memory that drags him back when water fills his eyes, lungs, and mouth. All of a sudden, he's back in Iran and the Losers are coming to get him.

His whole body is suspended in water this time and when he looks up, there's a glint of light. No one is holding him down and there's something beneath him pushing him upwards. Kicking strongly, he makes the surface and crawls out of the well.

He uses his grip on the stones to find his footing, searching around him as the water drips to the ground. There's nothing familiar around. Worse than that, there's nothing familiar on his person. No gun. No hat.

Cougar's already a very unhappy man.