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towerofanimus2012-02-21 08:00 pm
chronomancer) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-21 08:00 pm
[OPEN][BACKDATED] Hold out I'll give a little piece of me
Characters: (Jade!)Eridan('s blood) and you!
Setting: Fleeing from the infirmary and up towards the dormitory, so stairwaysbecause Eridan's not reasonable when he's freaking out this bad.
Format: Action but I'll match your preference.
Summary: BACKDATED to Valentine's day. Eridan managed somehow to escape Dualscar's... "attentions", but not unscathed. So now he's leaving a very obvious jadeblooded trail as he flees towards his dormitoryso he can hide under his bed.
Warnings: Lots and lots of jade green and it's not grubsauce. Will add more as necessary. Feel free to add chocolate shenanigans too if you want.
[Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Eridan stumbled as fast as his legs could take him, which didn't seem to be enough. Maybe running after losing an arm, still bleeding from losing an arm, wasn't the brightest of ideas, no. And maybe if he had been thinking straight, he'd have headed for the elevators, rather than the stairs.
But fuck rational thinking, he's going on the sheer terrified certainty that if he stops moving, if he lets Dualscar grab him again, he's going to die.
He might still die, as it is, what with the blood loss that's also painting a very convenient trail behind him, or the cuts on his throat and his face. But the single important thing is that he's not going to die at Dualscar's mercy.
Fuck that. If he's going to die, he's going to find a nice, cozy corner and thenkick the bucket die on his own damn terms. Which at the moment seem to be anywhere but here.]
Setting: Fleeing from the infirmary and up towards the dormitory, so stairways
Format: Action but I'll match your preference.
Summary: BACKDATED to Valentine's day. Eridan managed somehow to escape Dualscar's... "attentions", but not unscathed. So now he's leaving a very obvious jadeblooded trail as he flees towards his dormitory
Warnings: Lots and lots of jade green and it's not grubsauce. Will add more as necessary. Feel free to add chocolate shenanigans too if you want.
[Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Eridan stumbled as fast as his legs could take him, which didn't seem to be enough. Maybe running after losing an arm, still bleeding from losing an arm, wasn't the brightest of ideas, no. And maybe if he had been thinking straight, he'd have headed for the elevators, rather than the stairs.
But fuck rational thinking, he's going on the sheer terrified certainty that if he stops moving, if he lets Dualscar grab him again, he's going to die.
He might still die, as it is, what with the blood loss that's also painting a very convenient trail behind him, or the cuts on his throat and his face. But the single important thing is that he's not going to die at Dualscar's mercy.
Fuck that. If he's going to die, he's going to find a nice, cozy corner and then
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...nothin'.
[Oh god, why are all these people asking and acting so concerned? It's just him. He's not someone people need to concern themselves with. Honest. He doesn't deserve it. He licks his lips.]
Just. An accident.
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That was certainly some accident, then. Considering how much blood there was.
[That doesn't, of course, mean she's going to let him get away with lying to her. It's not really how she operates, especially not if someone is hurt.]
Have you been by the infirmary yet, in that case?
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I'll. Clean it up.
[If he does that will you leave him alone, you scary, intimidating redhead monster? But the second question forces a snort through his lips, before he can help it. And he smiles humorlessly.]
Yes. Yes, I have.