Red's dead, baby. Red's dead. [Active/Open]
Characters: Red and whoever else shows up.
Content: An emaciated psychopath vomits blood. ((He's not really dead, I just wanted to use the quote. >> Oh, and PS it's not a bite.))
Location: Somewhere on Second Ave.
Time of day: Shortly after noon.
Warnings: BLOOD AND THUNDER! Er, I mean... Blood and crazy. And puke.
Red used to be one stylish cat. Or... Fox, whatever. Point is he used to be supafly. Fancy cane, clean suits, immaculately kept fur... He certainly wasn't into the medical profession for the money, but he was never one to turn down such perks.
Contrast that image to now: his cane was scuffed, suit had holes, his fur was dirty and matted... And, well, now he was heaving. The poor fellow was down on all fours and making a rather terrible noise. A hairball? Unfortunately, nothing quite so humorous. After a minute or so of this, he finally managed to cough up a rather putrid substance consisting mostly of blood.
After he was finished, Red shifted to a sitting position, not steady enough to stand yet. The fox produced a (already dirty) silk handkerchief from a pocket and wiped his mouth.
Well, that was certainly unpleasant.
Content: An emaciated psychopath vomits blood. ((He's not really dead, I just wanted to use the quote. >> Oh, and PS it's not a bite.))
Location: Somewhere on Second Ave.
Time of day: Shortly after noon.
Warnings: BLOOD AND THUNDER! Er, I mean... Blood and crazy. And puke.
Red used to be one stylish cat. Or... Fox, whatever. Point is he used to be supafly. Fancy cane, clean suits, immaculately kept fur... He certainly wasn't into the medical profession for the money, but he was never one to turn down such perks.
Contrast that image to now: his cane was scuffed, suit had holes, his fur was dirty and matted... And, well, now he was heaving. The poor fellow was down on all fours and making a rather terrible noise. A hairball? Unfortunately, nothing quite so humorous. After a minute or so of this, he finally managed to cough up a rather putrid substance consisting mostly of blood.
After he was finished, Red shifted to a sitting position, not steady enough to stand yet. The fox produced a (already dirty) silk handkerchief from a pocket and wiped his mouth.
Well, that was certainly unpleasant.