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tampered2007-04-04 09:20 pm
henkonasuisho.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-04-04 09:20 pm
Log; Complete
When; April 6th, sunrise
Rating;R for violence and torture (minor)
Characters; Zaheela [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
henkonasuisho], Pyramid head [redhorror]
Summary; She thought she had nothing to feel guilt over... She was wrong, and it was time for the 12 damned to gather. She was a guest of 'honor', she didn't know it QUITE yet.
Log;
The sunrise was bright red, turning the ground and city a strangely foreboding red. Down the steps of the library Zaheela went, book bag tapping against her hip with each movement. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she paused, a weary expression on her face. Her night had been less then appealing, her day filled with annoyances, and something in the back of her mind was ill at ease. It had tickled the back of her mind the whole day, but she ignored it.
Her hand moved down to where her sword should of been, but she had been trying not to be so wary of the city. It lay on her dresser, most likely shining in the sunlight, ready to be used. Her eyes caught the movement of the clouds above, and she looked upwards to watch the dragon shaped thing pass by. Memories tickled her mind, and she stood there, as if waiting. For what? She had no idea, she just watched as the clouds passed by on a crimson palette.
Rating;R for violence and torture (minor)
Characters; Zaheela [
henkonasuisho], Pyramid head [redhorror]Summary; She thought she had nothing to feel guilt over... She was wrong, and it was time for the 12 damned to gather. She was a guest of 'honor', she didn't know it QUITE yet.
Log;
The sunrise was bright red, turning the ground and city a strangely foreboding red. Down the steps of the library Zaheela went, book bag tapping against her hip with each movement. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she paused, a weary expression on her face. Her night had been less then appealing, her day filled with annoyances, and something in the back of her mind was ill at ease. It had tickled the back of her mind the whole day, but she ignored it.
Her hand moved down to where her sword should of been, but she had been trying not to be so wary of the city. It lay on her dresser, most likely shining in the sunlight, ready to be used. Her eyes caught the movement of the clouds above, and she looked upwards to watch the dragon shaped thing pass by. Memories tickled her mind, and she stood there, as if waiting. For what? She had no idea, she just watched as the clouds passed by on a crimson palette.