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Log: Ongoing
When; Evening, 19th
Rating; PG (or PG-13)
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alchemyteacher, selfservinglove, hannin, hopefully 2wanderinghands and lovesfreefood, anyone else can chime in, I guess...
Summary; After a bad night of drinking with Mugen, Hotta got into an argument with a strange girl. He apparently flipped out and tried to remove his offending eye. Gaara has happened across the man, mentioned that the man was dead to Izumi who rushed out to aid the boy...
Log;
The streets were empty. No monsters, no people. It was empty in the City’s streets. Empty and dark just like the apartment was. Everywhere it was quiet, lonely.
Only, it wasn’t entirely quiet. Someone was talking to something.
Gaara walked towards the sound, wondering if his friend really had meant to cut himself open. What the hell had they been talking about? This whole city was insane!
And then, he heard a shout and then a rather wet, dull thud. It sounded like something heavy being dropped on compact sand. Or maybe a body being dropped onto the pavement?
Gaara dashed forward, through the streets quickly. And stopped dead in his tracks. The man from the apartment, Hotta, was lying on the edge of the fountain. Something smelled like vomit close by and blood. The whole area smelled like blood. Most of it old, but some, very fresh.
Gaara approached, staring what appeared to be a corpse.
“Are you dead?” He nudged the man with his foot.
The man didn’t move.
Gaara frowned, kicked him harder. “Get up!”
Still, no response.
Gaara frowned, sat down by the fountain. His friend was broken, bleeding into the water, probably dead. What the hell was he supposed to do about it?
Rating; PG (or PG-13)
Characters;
alchemyteacher, selfservinglove, hannin, hopefully 2wanderinghands and lovesfreefood, anyone else can chime in, I guess...Summary; After a bad night of drinking with Mugen, Hotta got into an argument with a strange girl. He apparently flipped out and tried to remove his offending eye. Gaara has happened across the man, mentioned that the man was dead to Izumi who rushed out to aid the boy...
Log;
The streets were empty. No monsters, no people. It was empty in the City’s streets. Empty and dark just like the apartment was. Everywhere it was quiet, lonely.
Only, it wasn’t entirely quiet. Someone was talking to something.
Gaara walked towards the sound, wondering if his friend really had meant to cut himself open. What the hell had they been talking about? This whole city was insane!
And then, he heard a shout and then a rather wet, dull thud. It sounded like something heavy being dropped on compact sand. Or maybe a body being dropped onto the pavement?
Gaara dashed forward, through the streets quickly. And stopped dead in his tracks. The man from the apartment, Hotta, was lying on the edge of the fountain. Something smelled like vomit close by and blood. The whole area smelled like blood. Most of it old, but some, very fresh.
Gaara approached, staring what appeared to be a corpse.
“Are you dead?” He nudged the man with his foot.
The man didn’t move.
Gaara frowned, kicked him harder. “Get up!”
Still, no response.
Gaara frowned, sat down by the fountain. His friend was broken, bleeding into the water, probably dead. What the hell was he supposed to do about it?
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Izumi calmed herself and paid attention if she was indeed going in the right direction. Being accustomed to small towns all her life, the ex-housewife found herself disoriented with the bright lights and the mass of people. Tonight, there were fewer citizens out to block her path. Probably because of the sudden drop in the temperature or due to the monsters incident that happened a few days ago. Either case, it wasn’t her damned business.
Upon entering Miserable Square, Izumi speeded her pace, rushing to the center where the fountain was located. There was blood everywhere; she felt sick when she spotted several limbs and eyeballs floating on the waters. Something bigger was inside the filthy liquid, the man Gaara told her about, and, sitting next to it, it was child, watching the body with frown.
She stopped her tracks in front of Gaara. He was so small and lost. It reminded her to Wrath. Izumi’s hard features softened. “Step aside dear,” she instructed him gently and bent down, picking the bloodied man effortlessly and putting him over her shoulder. She would worry about the bloodstains on her clothes later. “He’s breathing. We gotta take him to the clinic, Gaara.”