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destinystrings2013-01-30 09:49 am
primordial) wrote in destinystrings2013-01-30 09:49 am
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I've broken every law
Who: A very burnt Sam Erstwhile and YOU.
Where: Right at the bank of the river bisecting the city, in Gemini Ward
Summary: After horribly suffering injuries due to Anoli at the end of the Closing Ceremonies, Sam Erstwhile decides to crawl off and nurse his wounds at the river instead of going to the hospital. Because eldritch horrors in the disguise of guys don't go to hospitals if they don't want their secret to be found out.
Warnings: Mentions of serious burn wounds, as well as some body horror because secret eldritch abomination here, hello.
(Also, Sam won't be in the best shape, so he'll probably be relying on telepathy to talk to people who approach him- please fill out his permission post about that if you haven't done so already!)
It's hard to breathe.
The events that happened before seem almost a blur to him. He was running away, ready to escape, and then the world around him had burst into flames, and then...there was pain. Nothing but pain and fear and anger, and never before had the concept of death had come close to being real than in that moment.
But he had somehow escaped all that. And now he was here, near the only place which could distract him from the throbbing pain throughout his body: the river. Water had always been such a comforting thing for him, especially considering the fact that his other half had lived in a lake for millions of years. So, he sits on the bank, bare feet dangling in the water idly (or are those tentacles? It's hard to tell) as the pain flits through his shirtless chest every time he tries to catch a breath.
And people passing by might notice in just what sort of dreadful state he's in- first of all, huge patches of his skin are blackened, looking like burnt paper, some of it peeling off. If you take a closer look, you'll find its even more horrible than one suspected- there are tiny yellow octopus-like eyes opening up haphazardly on his body, blinking wearily, and some of them are even closed and wounded for good. And at times one can see his entire form shuddering like a plate of jello, for to keep looking human the way he is takes energy, and boy, does it hurt to do that. Surprisingly, there isn't any blood.
Sam lets out a weak cough. Oh, he was mad, he really was, but now was not the time for that. He needed to keep himself from letting his life slip away, and the only way to do that is to let himself heal far away from prying eyes...
Too bad some prying eyes might have found him like this already.
Where: Right at the bank of the river bisecting the city, in Gemini Ward
Summary: After horribly suffering injuries due to Anoli at the end of the Closing Ceremonies, Sam Erstwhile decides to crawl off and nurse his wounds at the river instead of going to the hospital. Because eldritch horrors in the disguise of guys don't go to hospitals if they don't want their secret to be found out.
Warnings: Mentions of serious burn wounds, as well as some body horror because secret eldritch abomination here, hello.
(Also, Sam won't be in the best shape, so he'll probably be relying on telepathy to talk to people who approach him- please fill out his permission post about that if you haven't done so already!)
It's hard to breathe.
The events that happened before seem almost a blur to him. He was running away, ready to escape, and then the world around him had burst into flames, and then...there was pain. Nothing but pain and fear and anger, and never before had the concept of death had come close to being real than in that moment.
But he had somehow escaped all that. And now he was here, near the only place which could distract him from the throbbing pain throughout his body: the river. Water had always been such a comforting thing for him, especially considering the fact that his other half had lived in a lake for millions of years. So, he sits on the bank, bare feet dangling in the water idly (or are those tentacles? It's hard to tell) as the pain flits through his shirtless chest every time he tries to catch a breath.
And people passing by might notice in just what sort of dreadful state he's in- first of all, huge patches of his skin are blackened, looking like burnt paper, some of it peeling off. If you take a closer look, you'll find its even more horrible than one suspected- there are tiny yellow octopus-like eyes opening up haphazardly on his body, blinking wearily, and some of them are even closed and wounded for good. And at times one can see his entire form shuddering like a plate of jello, for to keep looking human the way he is takes energy, and boy, does it hurt to do that. Surprisingly, there isn't any blood.
Sam lets out a weak cough. Oh, he was mad, he really was, but now was not the time for that. He needed to keep himself from letting his life slip away, and the only way to do that is to let himself heal far away from prying eyes...
Too bad some prying eyes might have found him like this already.