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towerofanimus2012-10-09 06:38 pm
whiteblackknight) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-09 06:38 pm
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Arriving...The 14th...
Who: Allen Walker (whiteblackknight)
What: Wounded before arriving. Arrived not too long ago, wounds healing but intact. Insists on walking himself despite this. Has difficulty moving right arm and right leg. His left arm is completely entombed in bandages yet his middle-right torso appears to be in the most pain.
When: 10/10
Where: Floor Forty-Four
Format: Could be actiony, but most certainly wordy
Warning: A roll of the die--it could be dangerous to approach him or a very pleasant experience to meet him. We may not always have a dark side, but those of us that two at least get to have their body all to themselves...
Heavy breathing. Always the heavy breathing.
His stuff has been put away. A normal-looking eye swivels in its socket. A not-so normal eye swivels in a slightly more erratic fashion, but only a keen eye for detail would notice. There's horrible things to look at in the world, but...this doesn't appear to be "the world". Is this real? It hurt like real.
Nightmares plague minds ever so wearily often. This could just be a nightmare itself. A very, very vivid nightmare. But frankly, it was just too unreal to even be a nightmare.
A young man of his mid-to-late teens in appearance bears a great weight on his shoulders. And the aches and pains do not help. Nonetheless, a smile adorns his face ever so softly. At least there were other people here that he could empathize with. As long as he struggled, it would just be a very nice chat...
What: Wounded before arriving. Arrived not too long ago, wounds healing but intact. Insists on walking himself despite this. Has difficulty moving right arm and right leg. His left arm is completely entombed in bandages yet his middle-right torso appears to be in the most pain.
When: 10/10
Where: Floor Forty-Four
Format: Could be actiony, but most certainly wordy
Warning: A roll of the die--it could be dangerous to approach him or a very pleasant experience to meet him. We may not always have a dark side, but those of us that two at least get to have their body all to themselves...
Heavy breathing. Always the heavy breathing.
His stuff has been put away. A normal-looking eye swivels in its socket. A not-so normal eye swivels in a slightly more erratic fashion, but only a keen eye for detail would notice. There's horrible things to look at in the world, but...this doesn't appear to be "the world". Is this real? It hurt like real.
Nightmares plague minds ever so wearily often. This could just be a nightmare itself. A very, very vivid nightmare. But frankly, it was just too unreal to even be a nightmare.
A young man of his mid-to-late teens in appearance bears a great weight on his shoulders. And the aches and pains do not help. Nonetheless, a smile adorns his face ever so softly. At least there were other people here that he could empathize with. As long as he struggled, it would just be a very nice chat...
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Uhhh...n-n-no, I'm fine now. Really. Not going to turn evil and rip the bandages off, that's certain!
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[ She raised a brow. 'Not going to turn evil and rip the bandages off..?' Ishtar blinked in confusion when he said that. ]
Uh...what do you mean by that...?
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*sigh* Don't worry about it. Just remembered something bad is all.
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Oh...I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want me to at least take you to the clinic?