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tampered2007-10-11 12:32 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Wednesday, October 10th (sometime during the day)
Rating; PG? The trap wasn't even gory anyway. XD
Characters; Joushima Ken (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tonguey), Nagato Yuki (soundlesssnow), Rokudou Mukuro (anantarika)
Summary; Ken is stuck inacan, Yuki won't stand for anything that will interfere with their 'date', and Mukuro is generally couchwhorish in the evening. ♥;;
Log;
... He didn't like the dark. Not to say he was scared of it or anything (he was fourteen! Fourteen-year-old boys didn't get scared of the dark, especially this one), but he didn't like not knowing where he was or how far from home (or what passed for home at the moment), especially with the rank smell of cement clogging up his nose and trapping him in this cramped little cylinder.
Ken had never done well with staying still, and he was already getting pins and needles and hornets up and down his limbs from staying stuck in one spot for something like the past couple of hours (maybe more, considering he'd woken up here).
A restless shift, a pitiful whine before he tried to wriggle himself out of the confinement again and failed. "Hehhhh..." The constant water splashing on his head was irritating, too; he couldn't do anything about anything! He was going to eat whoever did this!
Rating; PG? The trap wasn't even gory anyway. XD
Characters; Joushima Ken (
tonguey), Nagato Yuki (soundlesssnow), Rokudou Mukuro (anantarika)Summary; Ken is stuck inacan, Yuki won't stand for anything that will interfere with their 'date', and Mukuro is generally couchwhorish in the evening. ♥;;
Log;
... He didn't like the dark. Not to say he was scared of it or anything (he was fourteen! Fourteen-year-old boys didn't get scared of the dark, especially this one), but he didn't like not knowing where he was or how far from home (or what passed for home at the moment), especially with the rank smell of cement clogging up his nose and trapping him in this cramped little cylinder.
Ken had never done well with staying still, and he was already getting pins and needles and hornets up and down his limbs from staying stuck in one spot for something like the past couple of hours (maybe more, considering he'd woken up here).
A restless shift, a pitiful whine before he tried to wriggle himself out of the confinement again and failed. "Hehhhh..." The constant water splashing on his head was irritating, too; he couldn't do anything about anything! He was going to eat whoever did this!