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towerofanimus2013-05-31 09:37 pm
spaghettiinmysoul) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-31 09:37 pm
Entry tags:
Turpentine Erase Me Whole
Characters: Rabbit and The Spine and whoever happens to run into either one of them
Setting: Dormitory floors
Format: Starting in prose, will match who shows up!
Summary: Rabbit has just come back from a bad case of being dead. He is not in good shape, and seeks out the only other person who can possibly make him feel better after all of this. Even if he was the one that did it.
WARNINGS: Oil.
The ten minutes where he couldn't move were terrifying. Staring at the ceiling, his arms and legs like dead weights, rapidly pulling air into his bellows and exhaling large clouds of steam into his room. What if he'd been broken for good? What if he'd never be able to move again after this? Serious problems arose from damage like that, and if he'd just been messily slapped back together, he might never regain the use of his legs ever again. It was horrifying.
At long last, he managed to roll out of bed, hitting the floor with a grunt and wildly scrabbling to get to his feet. He was up. He was.... He was alive. It almost felt impossible. Fear still ran through him though. He had to find The Spine. He had to know if he was alright. If he'd hurt anyone else or if he was still malfunctioning. And if he wasn't... Well someone would have to be there for him. Someone would have to help take care of him.
And Rabbit couldn't let things go and never see him again after this. He knew a malfunction when he saw it. He couldn't do that to Spine. He was out in the halls, frantically looking through every room for his brother, rubbing at his neck, and testing out his voice as soon as he was capable.
"S-s-s-spine? S-Spine where are ya?! Spine!"
Setting: Dormitory floors
Format: Starting in prose, will match who shows up!
Summary: Rabbit has just come back from a bad case of being dead. He is not in good shape, and seeks out the only other person who can possibly make him feel better after all of this. Even if he was the one that did it.
WARNINGS: Oil.
The ten minutes where he couldn't move were terrifying. Staring at the ceiling, his arms and legs like dead weights, rapidly pulling air into his bellows and exhaling large clouds of steam into his room. What if he'd been broken for good? What if he'd never be able to move again after this? Serious problems arose from damage like that, and if he'd just been messily slapped back together, he might never regain the use of his legs ever again. It was horrifying.
At long last, he managed to roll out of bed, hitting the floor with a grunt and wildly scrabbling to get to his feet. He was up. He was.... He was alive. It almost felt impossible. Fear still ran through him though. He had to find The Spine. He had to know if he was alright. If he'd hurt anyone else or if he was still malfunctioning. And if he wasn't... Well someone would have to be there for him. Someone would have to help take care of him.
And Rabbit couldn't let things go and never see him again after this. He knew a malfunction when he saw it. He couldn't do that to Spine. He was out in the halls, frantically looking through every room for his brother, rubbing at his neck, and testing out his voice as soon as he was capable.
"S-s-s-spine? S-Spine where are ya?! Spine!"