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Who: Ganta Igarashi (cachaemic) and OPEN
What: ...Saving the...day.
Where: Spastically running around the city.
When: Now.
Ganta really didn't know what he was doing.
Whatever had happened to the city, it didn't seem like a game. At least, he didn't see any television cameras that were filming them as they fought monsters, all while the city disintegrated around them. There wasn't a prize for whoever walked away alive. Ganta couldn't decide if that made Deadman Wonderland safer after all; at least there he understood the rules.
At that thought, he paused in his steps and shook his head; of course it wasn't better. Even if he was trapped in the city, he didn't have to fight people to the death and then worry about his organs being harvested for research. Ganta shuddered in memory and pulled his arms around himself. That was all in the past, anyway. He needed to focus.
He kept to the open spaces as he wandered the streets -- even if it made him more visible, it also made it harder for things to jump out at him. Setting out after he'd heard Dai's last communication, he'd been determined to at least fend off whatever had attacked him. But as he moved past the heart of the city, his confidence dwindled. It was probably stupid of him to run off when he wasn't even sure what Dai looked like or where he was calling from. All he had was his blind intuition, which so far had done nothing but lead him in circles. It was getting too dark to find anyone anyway.
Maybe he shouldn't have gone alone. After what happened before, Ganta didn't want to drag Shiro into anything, but it was hard to tell if she was safer left behind. Although there had been others on the network that sounded like they were fighting, he'd barely seen anyone outside.
As if on cue, he heard a sudden scraping noise in the distance and his eyes shot to the shadows. Staring into them, they seemed to move on their own and he had to blink to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The monsters. His heart pounded painfully in his chest and he shakily brought his thumb to his mouth. Calm down. Biting hard, he ripped it open with the corner of his teeth, letting the blood trickle down into his hand. It hurt, but if whatever he saw came at him, he'd be ready for it.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice low and forcibly even. "Who are you...?"
That was a dumb thing to say, but if someone was going to fight him, they could have the decency to show themselves.
ooc - I'M SO SORRY. God I'm slow. ;;;;
What: ...Saving the...day.
Where: Spastically running around the city.
When: Now.
Ganta really didn't know what he was doing.
Whatever had happened to the city, it didn't seem like a game. At least, he didn't see any television cameras that were filming them as they fought monsters, all while the city disintegrated around them. There wasn't a prize for whoever walked away alive. Ganta couldn't decide if that made Deadman Wonderland safer after all; at least there he understood the rules.
At that thought, he paused in his steps and shook his head; of course it wasn't better. Even if he was trapped in the city, he didn't have to fight people to the death and then worry about his organs being harvested for research. Ganta shuddered in memory and pulled his arms around himself. That was all in the past, anyway. He needed to focus.
He kept to the open spaces as he wandered the streets -- even if it made him more visible, it also made it harder for things to jump out at him. Setting out after he'd heard Dai's last communication, he'd been determined to at least fend off whatever had attacked him. But as he moved past the heart of the city, his confidence dwindled. It was probably stupid of him to run off when he wasn't even sure what Dai looked like or where he was calling from. All he had was his blind intuition, which so far had done nothing but lead him in circles. It was getting too dark to find anyone anyway.
Maybe he shouldn't have gone alone. After what happened before, Ganta didn't want to drag Shiro into anything, but it was hard to tell if she was safer left behind. Although there had been others on the network that sounded like they were fighting, he'd barely seen anyone outside.
As if on cue, he heard a sudden scraping noise in the distance and his eyes shot to the shadows. Staring into them, they seemed to move on their own and he had to blink to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The monsters. His heart pounded painfully in his chest and he shakily brought his thumb to his mouth. Calm down. Biting hard, he ripped it open with the corner of his teeth, letting the blood trickle down into his hand. It hurt, but if whatever he saw came at him, he'd be ready for it.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice low and forcibly even. "Who are you...?"
That was a dumb thing to say, but if someone was going to fight him, they could have the decency to show themselves.
ooc - I'M SO SORRY. God I'm slow. ;;;;