#blackchronicles

Today and tomorrow are the last days of the Black British exhibit at the national gallery. I stepped in this morning to say goodbye. If you're in town and have a few minutes going spare, please go and visit. . . . . . . . . . . #blackchronicles #blackbritish #blackbritishhistory #nationalgallery #london (at National Gallery)

Today and tomorrow are the last days of the Black British exhibit at the national gallery. I stepped in this morning to say goodbye. If you're in town and have a few minutes going spare, please go and visit. . . . . . . . . . . #blackchronicles #blackbritish #blackbritishhistory #nationalgallery #london (at National Gallery)

Throwback to looking at the Black Chronicles display at the National Portrait Gallery with dad ❤️ #blackchronicles #nationalportraitgallery #london #gallery #blackhistorymonth #bhm (at National Portrait Gallery)

Black's grip tightened on the guard's throat. The air around the two crackled with Black's energy. Black began to extend his left hand and raise the guard into air. His opportunity to find out where he is was, was cut short as the lights all blew out from the energy Black was outputting. He looked up. Small debris could be seen falling from the lights. The building's alarm was finally triggered. Black looked to his left and saw a fire alarm. His weird eyes began to glow. His hand around the guard became and oily dark color starting at his fingertips and making its way down Black's forearm. In a quick red flash, his arm drained back through his fingertips. He set the guard down. The guard, confused, threw a punch. Black in a quick movement, avoided the punch. Sweeping the guard off his feet with a quick kick, Black, in another quick movement, kicked the guard's falling body through the nearby wall. Black then made his way over to the nearby fire alarm and pulled it. The badly hurt guard could be heard breathing before the alarm started up. Black smirked, as if proud of his work. He turned around and escaped. The dazed guard managed to get up as Black escaped. "Help," he could be heard saying. "Help," he shouted to the ceiling. His yell hit the ceiling and ignited in an explosion. The guard confused and scared ran off to avoid the falling debris of the now burning building. He screamed again. Again a wall ignited in an explosion. The room was now destroyed and covered in flames. Yelling for help again wasn't a good choice as the buildings floor burst into flames.

Walking towards the corner slowly, Black made sure he kept his movements slow and precise. He waited right at the edge. The guard making his rounds in the facility walked pass. Black quickly grabbed the guards right hand with his left. As soon as their hands touched, there was a shift in the air and in an almost undetectable move, the bodies of both Black in the guard disappeared and then reappeared with a loud thud. Black had the guard’s hand pinned against the wall. His right hand was around the guards throat. You could hear the concrete cracking behind the guard’s body as he was pressed into the wall. Black’s body was blocked by the baggy tattered sweatsuit. He was maybe 6'1. The reebok rezig’s he had on his feet were mostly grey. The grey sweatsuit was pretty much covered in dirt/dust and had a couple holes in it. There was one in the right leg. It went from a few inches under the knee down to his ankle and showed the black socks he was wearing. On the top part of the matching sweatsuit, there were two total. One in the upper near the right shoulder, the other on the stomach area. (Had he been running from somewhere?) His hair was a long, curly bush and looked as if it hadn’t been washed or cut in maybe two months. There was what seemed to be a tattoo or some sort of bruise on his neck. Black raised his head. The guard was grasping for breath. He was struggling trying to keep from being choked to death by Black. Black opened his eyes. There was a white ball glowing in each of his eyes. His pupils were white floating in the dark pool that was the rest of his eyes. His grip grew tighter around the guard's neck. His white eyes locked on to the guard in a deathly stare.

Came into town a bit earlier to get bits and bobs and instead ended up in the national portrait gallery looking at the Black and Asian British exhibit. It's everything I needed today. #blackchronicles #blackbritishhistory (at National Portrait Gallery)

The exhibition runs until Saturday and there is a free closing #party tomorrow night. Make it if you can!