Post by Kitai Yoru on Feb 14, 2016 0:00:14 GMT -5
Flashes of memories passed by him like lightning. For every clear memory he got, he got at least three dozen unclear ones. Pictures of events, horrible, vile things crossed his vision. Taunting him, tormenting him. But before he knew it, they stopped, and he could feel his world stand still once more. Still shaken, to recall the last thing he could remember. Alex's death. The very thought brought on another wave of misery. Shaking his head, he tried to stand up. With a grunt of effort, he realized he was getting nowhere fast.
He plopped back down, unable to move that well. As if his body hadn't moved in years. The movement caused something below him to rattle. Like a chain. Looking down, he spotted an odd chain on his chest, attached to a metal plate. Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a quick examination. Then he tried to pull it off. He didn't get very far due to his diminished strength, but the action still resulted in a dull pain. He looked at it questionly. He wanted to try again, but a set of feet appeared in front of him. He looked up, and was rewarded with the butt of a sword to the forehead.
The soul began to glow a translucent blue, before he began to fade away. More images flickered by. Good ones this time. There were some of him with his parents, however few there were, that left him with a warm feeling inside. Many with his adoptive father Alex, after his mother and father passed. The reminder gave him a bit of a cold spot in his heart, but was quickly pushed away by more happy memories. There were only so many though, he soon noticed, as the pictures went by slower and slower, leaving him in a state of melancholy. A small, but sad smile grew on his face.
The last few that went by were of him making that refillable spray-cheese can to Alex. He was so proud of it. He didn't know why, really. It was just spray cheese. But the fact that he had done it by himself meant the world to him, and Alex made it all the more real. Perhaps it wasn't what the object did, but what it represented. It meant that he finally had a home, a place where he belonged. And that's all he really needed. His smile grew a bit. Still sad, but plenty strong. His body grew brighter and brighter, until he finally faded out of existence, with his soul being guided to the next life by the little black butterfly. When next he woke up, he would find himself sprawled out on a grassy bed by a creek, not realizing the dark future that he was set on.
Kitai groaned in pain, face first in the dirt. That shinigami hit like Mario: too many f**king fireballs. He tried to get up, but his body was having none of it. Oddly enough, he wasn't hurting all that badly. A slight stinging in his back and legs, but that was it. He had figured that he would be in total anguish... but nope. Odd. Still, he couldn't move, and that was a major issue. So, he would do what he always did in these situations, or after Jill knocked him and Jack the f**k out; call Kazura. So, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his smartphone. Holding it in front of his face, he came to a stunning conclusion. It got burnt to s**t. By fire.
Softly faceplanting, he chucked the phone away as hard as he could. Which was all of five feet. He knew that he couldn't just stay here till he got his strength back. Jill would go stir crazy, and then she and Jack would start fighting, AND THEN HE WOULD GO CRAZY, AND THEY'D WAKE CONNOR UP, AND THEN-.... Well, he didn't know, and didn't WANT to know. So he began crawling towards where he thought the campsite he passed by was. He started to do damage control. He had a few dozen injuries, including two holes in his legs, and a massive blast burn spreading across the majority of his back and-'MY A$$, WHAT THE H*LL DID HE DO TA MY A#$!?'-and Jill woke up. Perfect.
While she freaked out, he held his fullbring, seeing what damage it suffered. A huge gash was more than enough to tell him that it wasn't good. He let it return to the pocket in his straitjacket sleeve, before continuing his crawl. He managed to get two feet away from his starting point, when the pain finally kicked in. His eyes flew open, and the albino let out a roar of pain, that echoed all the way back to the campers. His eyes were wide, and clearly showed how much pain he was in, if his hair didn't cover the majority of his face, that is.
His hands were clenched to the point where he was starting to draw blood, trying to focus on that pain, instead of the searing hot burns on his back. He let out another roar, but sounding much weaker. "....I'm gonna f**king die out here." He said in disbelief. He was going to die, alone, burnt black, with an annoying b**** screeching about butts. Truly, his fate was one to be pitied. Himself wallowing however, was interupted by noise of some kind. It grew louder. As the noise got closer, he managed to pick up words, and figured that it must have been the campers he had tried to save.
The group came into view several minutes later. They looked frightened, nervously looking about, drinking in the massive damage that he caused to the area. "Whoa, what the heck happened here? It looks like a bomb went off!" One of the men said. The group was pretty even in terms of guys to girls, from what he could immediately spot. Probably came out to do less than moral things in the woods. Animals. "No way, a bomb would cause way less damage. It looks like something from one of those anime's Jonichi obsessed over." It was one of the women's turn top speak.
Still, if he could get out of here though them... "...Help." He called out weakly, catching their attention. After a gasp, they rushed over to him. He probably looked like a corpse, and, though he'd never admit it, was glad there were people nearby. "Dude, are you okay?" Oh how he wanted to smack the man who said that. Luckily, one of the girls did that for him. "Does he LOOK okay to you Dan?!" After a bit of arguing, they managed to get the albino to a hospital, abandoning their camping trip, in fear of whatever caused the scene would return.
Ooc: Thread end. Sorry it wasn't longer, skype kinda crashed my computer. Winner, Himitsu.
He plopped back down, unable to move that well. As if his body hadn't moved in years. The movement caused something below him to rattle. Like a chain. Looking down, he spotted an odd chain on his chest, attached to a metal plate. Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a quick examination. Then he tried to pull it off. He didn't get very far due to his diminished strength, but the action still resulted in a dull pain. He looked at it questionly. He wanted to try again, but a set of feet appeared in front of him. He looked up, and was rewarded with the butt of a sword to the forehead.
The soul began to glow a translucent blue, before he began to fade away. More images flickered by. Good ones this time. There were some of him with his parents, however few there were, that left him with a warm feeling inside. Many with his adoptive father Alex, after his mother and father passed. The reminder gave him a bit of a cold spot in his heart, but was quickly pushed away by more happy memories. There were only so many though, he soon noticed, as the pictures went by slower and slower, leaving him in a state of melancholy. A small, but sad smile grew on his face.
The last few that went by were of him making that refillable spray-cheese can to Alex. He was so proud of it. He didn't know why, really. It was just spray cheese. But the fact that he had done it by himself meant the world to him, and Alex made it all the more real. Perhaps it wasn't what the object did, but what it represented. It meant that he finally had a home, a place where he belonged. And that's all he really needed. His smile grew a bit. Still sad, but plenty strong. His body grew brighter and brighter, until he finally faded out of existence, with his soul being guided to the next life by the little black butterfly. When next he woke up, he would find himself sprawled out on a grassy bed by a creek, not realizing the dark future that he was set on.
Kitai groaned in pain, face first in the dirt. That shinigami hit like Mario: too many f**king fireballs. He tried to get up, but his body was having none of it. Oddly enough, he wasn't hurting all that badly. A slight stinging in his back and legs, but that was it. He had figured that he would be in total anguish... but nope. Odd. Still, he couldn't move, and that was a major issue. So, he would do what he always did in these situations, or after Jill knocked him and Jack the f**k out; call Kazura. So, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his smartphone. Holding it in front of his face, he came to a stunning conclusion. It got burnt to s**t. By fire.
Softly faceplanting, he chucked the phone away as hard as he could. Which was all of five feet. He knew that he couldn't just stay here till he got his strength back. Jill would go stir crazy, and then she and Jack would start fighting, AND THEN HE WOULD GO CRAZY, AND THEY'D WAKE CONNOR UP, AND THEN-.... Well, he didn't know, and didn't WANT to know. So he began crawling towards where he thought the campsite he passed by was. He started to do damage control. He had a few dozen injuries, including two holes in his legs, and a massive blast burn spreading across the majority of his back and-'MY A$$, WHAT THE H*LL DID HE DO TA MY A#$!?'-and Jill woke up. Perfect.
While she freaked out, he held his fullbring, seeing what damage it suffered. A huge gash was more than enough to tell him that it wasn't good. He let it return to the pocket in his straitjacket sleeve, before continuing his crawl. He managed to get two feet away from his starting point, when the pain finally kicked in. His eyes flew open, and the albino let out a roar of pain, that echoed all the way back to the campers. His eyes were wide, and clearly showed how much pain he was in, if his hair didn't cover the majority of his face, that is.
His hands were clenched to the point where he was starting to draw blood, trying to focus on that pain, instead of the searing hot burns on his back. He let out another roar, but sounding much weaker. "....I'm gonna f**king die out here." He said in disbelief. He was going to die, alone, burnt black, with an annoying b**** screeching about butts. Truly, his fate was one to be pitied. Himself wallowing however, was interupted by noise of some kind. It grew louder. As the noise got closer, he managed to pick up words, and figured that it must have been the campers he had tried to save.
The group came into view several minutes later. They looked frightened, nervously looking about, drinking in the massive damage that he caused to the area. "Whoa, what the heck happened here? It looks like a bomb went off!" One of the men said. The group was pretty even in terms of guys to girls, from what he could immediately spot. Probably came out to do less than moral things in the woods. Animals. "No way, a bomb would cause way less damage. It looks like something from one of those anime's Jonichi obsessed over." It was one of the women's turn top speak.
Still, if he could get out of here though them... "...Help." He called out weakly, catching their attention. After a gasp, they rushed over to him. He probably looked like a corpse, and, though he'd never admit it, was glad there were people nearby. "Dude, are you okay?" Oh how he wanted to smack the man who said that. Luckily, one of the girls did that for him. "Does he LOOK okay to you Dan?!" After a bit of arguing, they managed to get the albino to a hospital, abandoning their camping trip, in fear of whatever caused the scene would return.
Ooc: Thread end. Sorry it wasn't longer, skype kinda crashed my computer. Winner, Himitsu.
