[Well well, that's an awful lot of blood covering a Bak mostly clothed in white. Why it even obscures the pretty markings on his forehead. He doesn't look hurt at all, so it's easy to assume it's not his, so whose could it be?

...

Given the murders that happened, you're all too free to assume. Eventually he huffs indignantly, scratching some dried ( Read more... )

[Well, if anyone'd been looking for a sitting room. This one's taken by Bak and some friends. Three multi-coloured cats, some with more legs than others. A blue one batting around the cat toy he's holding with six paws, a green one munching on a bar of soap, and a white one (and seemingly the most normal one) dozing beside him ( Read more... )

[Well that's one delicious smell wafting down the hallways surrounding this kitchen. Decide to have a peek ( Read more... )

[Well whoever you happen to be. The sound of heavily-scratched opera record can't be too appealing, definitely enough to lure most in to at least shut the player off. Which might be hard considering the carnage. It must have been a lovely tea-room not too long ago, but the broken table and dishes distract from that. So does the gross green ( Read more... )

[Well someone looks a little grouchy. But that may or may not have something to do with the ridiculous white outfit. A stomach-bearing shirt more dress than aforementioned garment, single white opera glove on one arm, a pair os skin tight pants, and something perhaps equally ridiculous beneath them that seems to be the reason Bak's walking oddly ( Read more... )

[No, nobody's told Bak to get a chair. And if they did, they would be very, very dead. Being a Noah does not stop him from taking insults about his height to heart. In any case, he's in one of the kitchens trying to reach a box of cookies, wobbling dangerously on the tips of his toes. A combination of the lack of height, and a heavy cast on one of ( Read more... )

[Well, it seems Bak's come out of whatever corner of the Dressing Room he's been hiding in. He's currently occupied prowling around, looking for something perhaps? Firmly gripping the sword he's become so fond of. After a few quick glances he moves on, opening a nearby closet and peering inside.]

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[Hmmm, well it seems like being dead for the past couple of days hasn't seemed to phaze Bak. Though that's probably because he's too busy sleeping. No really, he is. And he'd actually look quite sweet and peacefull curled in the hallway if it weren't for the bloodied hospital gown he's wearing.]

... [snores]

((ooc: Wake him up? Because nothing ruins ( Read more... )

Oh God... Can't let anyone see this...

*Bak's dragging something from the clinic in a bloody sheet, it seems heavy and vaguely human-sized. It is a human, or at least it seems to be part of one when a mangled arm falls out of the wrapping and rolls down the hall, looking rotted and corpse-like in spots*

Goddamnitt!

* The sheet shielding the whole ( Read more... )

[Whatever Bak had been in the kitchen to do, he most certainly isn't doing. Despite his brief lapse of apparant health, he seems all too happy to choke and retch loudly, filling the kitchen sink with red. Amazingly, the ordeal doesn't seem to alarm him, and shaking and pale he merely rinses his mouth out, quietly having a sit at a nearby table as ( Read more... )