knocking on the door
[ WHO ]: kernelpanicking, spiritofathief, sword_of_k, and SEMI-OPEN.
[ WHERE ]: Apartment 555
[ WHEN ]: Around this.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Semi-open.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: For blood and injuries, thus far.
[ NOTES ]: For those that responded to the log and wanted to show up during/after Muraki's patch job.
[It's easy to forget, sometimes. Forget that you're squishy, susceptible to fright, and not to mention stairs. Stairs, the outside world, getting hurt. All part of the human condition, frankly.
Somewhere, he knows he's panicking. He knows he's losing his damned mind. This was the first place Wei could think to come. From the front, it's hard to see the deep gash where being startled off the last flight of stairs got him. Hell, it's dripped all over the apartment, and the sharp raking down his arm is deep. Like fingernails. It's what you get when you wander too close to things you're not supposed to outside.
The bloodloss has made him dizzy, lightheaded. Wei sits there, in the chair, towel wrapped tight around his arm, trying to think of ways to keep himself conscious, awake.
That's what you're supposed to do right? When you get sleepy like this?
He doesn't know. And wanting to both hysterically laugh and cry at the same time makes for just a man with confusion and no idea what else to do.]
[ WHERE ]: Apartment 555
[ WHEN ]: Around this.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Semi-open.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: For blood and injuries, thus far.
[ NOTES ]: For those that responded to the log and wanted to show up during/after Muraki's patch job.
[It's easy to forget, sometimes. Forget that you're squishy, susceptible to fright, and not to mention stairs. Stairs, the outside world, getting hurt. All part of the human condition, frankly.
Somewhere, he knows he's panicking. He knows he's losing his damned mind. This was the first place Wei could think to come. From the front, it's hard to see the deep gash where being startled off the last flight of stairs got him. Hell, it's dripped all over the apartment, and the sharp raking down his arm is deep. Like fingernails. It's what you get when you wander too close to things you're not supposed to outside.
The bloodloss has made him dizzy, lightheaded. Wei sits there, in the chair, towel wrapped tight around his arm, trying to think of ways to keep himself conscious, awake.
That's what you're supposed to do right? When you get sleepy like this?
He doesn't know. And wanting to both hysterically laugh and cry at the same time makes for just a man with confusion and no idea what else to do.]