Michael Westen // Burn Notice // Pandimensional Space of Your Choice
One moment he's in the air, the next he's... on his back in a booth?
Michael sits up and opens his eyes, removing his sunglasses with shaking hands. Shaking, undamaged hands. In fact, nothing seems to be damaged. No injuries. Other than the adreneline still coursing through his system, there's no signs of the explosion. Including the fact that he's not on the pavement in front of what was his apartment, or in a hospital bed.
So either he's hallucinating, or he's dead.
Great.
[[OOC: Open indefinitely to all, though familiar faces are especially welcome. Subject to slowtime. Basically just needed to do SOMETHING in reaction to the end of the ep.]]
Michael sits up and opens his eyes, removing his sunglasses with shaking hands. Shaking, undamaged hands. In fact, nothing seems to be damaged. No injuries. Other than the adreneline still coursing through his system, there's no signs of the explosion. Including the fact that he's not on the pavement in front of what was his apartment, or in a hospital bed.
So either he's hallucinating, or he's dead.
Great.
[[OOC: Open indefinitely to all, though familiar faces are especially welcome. Subject to slowtime. Basically just needed to do SOMETHING in reaction to the end of the ep.]]