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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2018 7:38:40 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Drip. Drop. Drip. The ally was dark, so dark. Toma was having trouble seeing as he stumbled forward, his mind fuzzy and all over the place. He clutched his hand to his stomach and felt the warmth. ‘So hot..’ He tried to run things through his head. He tried to make sense of everything happening, but it was all so unclear. He stumbled over a trash bag and screamed as his hand slipped past the black leather of his costume and onto the gaping wound in his stomach. For a moment he stood, motionless as the whole world flipped upside down. He steadied himself on a dumpster and continues to stumble on.
After a few more feet he stopped, the pain was unbearable. Now staring blankly through the night he started to cry. He wanted to be a Hero, but is this what it would be like? His head throbbed behind his shattered helmet, the cheap plastic had crumbled like paper during the fight. ‘But who?!’ he cried out in his mind. He didn’t even know what happened. One minute he was dealing with some common crooks, the next he awoke in a pool of his own blood. He had been broken and beaten within an inch of his life and left to die. He remembered pulling out one of his burner phones and trying to reach G, but he couldn’t get any signal.
He pressed further on, leaving a trail of his own vitality in his wake. “Is this it?!” He called out to the sky, all rage and fury against the coming of the night. “No!” He straightened himself and pushed forward, stubborn and determined to not let go. It was all mott though, as he felt his light start to fade. He crumpled against a dumpster, the smell of old coffee grounds and stale breads mingling with the coppery tinge of blood in the air.
“So this is it, huh…” He leaned back against the steel dumpster and slammed his fist, the one not currently keeping his intestines in place, into the cold metal. He tried to take off his crushed helmet, which had offered no protection in the end, but couldn’t muster the strength. “I don’t want to die!” That's when he started to sob. At first it was quite, a whimper of fear and sorrow, but soon it rose into a full on wracking lamentation.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Aug 10, 2018 10:05:13 GMT -4
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2018 22:02:21 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | “No. Please don't call the hospital!” He pressed both hands down on the wound as best he could. She was right he needed keep pressure on it if he wanted to come out of this in one piece He hissed from the pain and looked up at her. “If you call them they will take me to prison…”
“I don't think they got anything important” he grit his teeth and tried to sit up further. “Maybe if we just close me up…” He felt dizzy and weak. He needed power, fuel from food if he wanted to have the strength to push through this. Strong light wouldn't hurt, it wouldn't heal him but it might help keep him conscious. “Take me to light. Bright as you can get. I can seal myself up.” Still gripping the wound he tried to stand but failed, slumping back down weekly.
“I'm sorry Rin.” He shuddered as he tried to push himself. He tried to focus as hard as he could, mustering up as much power as he could to his hands but failed. The sputtered brightly for a moment, glowing like a small led before fading out. “I refuse to go to prison… I can't die either.” He hated that he had to ask her for help and to keep his secret. It felt dirty knowing that he would have to get her involved if he wanted to live and continue protecting people. “But I need your help. You told me you were some sort of nurse right?” He tried to keep still, focus on his breathing. He needed to keep his head on straight, avoid passing out as much as possible. If he did live through this he knew it was going to hurt.
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Post by Rin Kurama on Aug 16, 2018 15:56:13 GMT -4
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2018 3:02:05 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | When she laid him down on the stand Toma grunted. She might have provided a makeshift pillow but it didn’t stop the jostle from causing his wound to feel like getting stabbed again. “I guess I don’t really have an option, do I?” He really didn’t. If he denied her treatment he would probably die, and without agreeing to go to the hospital she wouldn’t treat him. “Here's the thing…” If Toma hadn’t been bleeding out a few moments ago he would probably have been blushing a little from awkwardness. Pinching the almost skintight leather riding suit he pulled back and let the once supple leather snap back into position. “I’m not exactly wearing a lot under my costume.” While he wasn’t completely naked underneath he was only wearing a now bloodstained white tank top and some boxer shorts, just to avoid chafing from the leather.
“It might look a little weird if the ambulance shows up and I’m in my unmentionables, covered in blood not entirely my own, with your fingerprints on a bloody knife.” Most of the blood was undoubtedly his, but there was probably a little from one of the thugs on his hands. “We need a cover story.” Toma tried to think of something, but it was hard to keep a train of thought. Even under the comforting light of the maid cafes fluorescents he still felt weak and drained.
“But there's another problem.” He let out a sound somewhere between a chuckle, a sigh, and a grunt of pain. “I am a terrible liar.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 17:13:11 GMT -4
Toma XP: 9 Rin XP: 12 Word count in spoiler tags. Toma: 400, 292, 259
Rin: 713, 505
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