locked;

[crusthatecean]

Who: Karkat, Terezi, Gamzee, others
Where: 1338 Benny Road
When: December 22
What: Gamzee and Terezi decide to have a talk with a certain irritable troll
Warnings: character injury, blood

Comments

later;

[crusthatecean]

[After getting rid of Kanaya, Karkat will quickly change his shirt, enough that the cuts and blood aren't completely visible. It's not perfect; there's still some smeared blood on his neck and it's dripping down his hand, but he's in a hurry and he doesn't care.

Getting to his feet is difficult; there's immediate pain and protest from his knee, but he's able to grab his school bag and to start throwing his things in there-- his husktop, his sickle, clothes, schoolbooks, anything in sight, still shaking and barely able put weight on his leg as he moves.]

Re: later;

[coolbowtie]

[BEING ERASED IS SO BORING. There's nothing aside from napping in the TARDIS, tinkering with the TARDIS, more naps, and well just boring stuff.

Which explains why the Doctor was entirely ignorant of any altercations happening in the house until way after it happened. He hates the looks he gets from everyone, so he keeps to himself in the TARDIS mostly and only ventures into the house to check on everyone and grab food.

Such as right now. He hears Karkat and pauses near his door before opening it without knocking.]

This erasure stuff is so dull, isn't it. I think I've slept enough for about three years. Have you found anything to do that doesn't get you scowled at? I'm quite tired of scowling.

[crusthatecean]

[When the Doctor barges in, for a moment he thinks it's Gamzee or Terezi back for him, and his eyes widen and his body freezes. But once he realizes it's just the Doctor, he scowls much more angrily than he's been greeting the Doctor lately, adopting a careful defensive posture that places his weight back on his injured leg. It hurts to stand like this, and he gives a small, barely noticeable hiss at the pain of putting the weight there, but he clutches his bag to his chest trying to use it to hide the blood covering his hand and the damp red patches beginning to show up on his shirt.]

Knock.

I'm fucking off to Sollux's, so there's one less asshole to worry about.

[coolbowtie]

...Right.

Knocking.

[With a clumsy motion he leans back and knocks on the door before stumbling back into the room, sulking.]

What? And leave me all alone with everyone else?

[crusthatecean]

Yeah, sorry.

[He doesn't look sorry, and he also doesn't move; he can't, not without limping.]

Maybe you should fuck off somewhere else for a while, did you think of that?

[coolbowtie]

Yes, well. There are rather limited amount of place to... "fuck off" to. And everyone in them thinks I'm a fake.

[He sniffs. And then pauses as he catches a scent. It's wet and heavy and makes him want to retch. Blood, clearly.]

Karkat. What's happened?

[crusthatecean]

Nothing.

[He pulls his bag tighter against himself, narrowing his eyes.]

Fuck off.

[coolbowtie]

Is that why you're leaving?

[leaning on the doorframe, trying to block the way but is rather unsuccessful to do his slight frame.]

What's happened?

[crusthatecean]

Nothing's happened. I'm fine.

[He's not moving; the longer he stands completely still, his weight on his left leg and looking a little unbalanced, the more obvious it is that the reason he's not moving is because he can't.]

[coolbowtie]

Right, well, while you're standing there being fine, I'm going to go get the first aid kit. I doubt you're able to move anyway.

[And with that he turns around and heads down the hall towards the TARDIS.]

[crusthatecean]

[He waits until he heard the Doctor leave, and then he hurries to make his exit from the house, limping his way down the stairs towards the front door and dripping blood behind him.]

[coolbowtie]

[Well of course the Doctor expected that. He's pulled it plenty of times himself.

So the TARDIS is just going to materialize in front of the door.]

[crusthatecean]

[He throws open the front door, only to be stopped by the box. This throws him off balance and he has to grab the doorframe for support, leaning on it instead of his bad leg, and leaving a smear of blood on the wood. He's angry but he's also shaking badly again, too on edge to handle being startled or feeling trapped.]

Fuck off. Fuck off. Why can't you just fuck off? I don't want to talk to you!

[coolbowtie]

We don't have to talk. No talking. Just a lot of bandaging, sewing, and other... nursing things.

[aka He's pretty much just going to copy what he's seen Rory do.]

[crusthatecean]

I don't want to be nursed. I know how to bandage and sew and all that bullshit, so just leave me alone.

[coolbowtie]

And yet you haven't done it yet.