[ log ; ongoing ]
Who: blightender & tenkai_shield
Where: starts at 111 Marshall Street Apartments
When: somewhere between late October 14 and early October 15 ♥
Rating: PG-13
Summary: With a million screaming voices in his head, and when his friend refuses to meet him out in the open, Jowy takes the only course of action he knows to take; go to him. The answer lies within Riou, within his right hand, his blood, his life--
the log:
His left hand was bleeding lightly from the sharp piece of metal he'd picked up carelessly along the way, but regardless, Jowy continued on unaffected by this flesh wound. Weapons. This was a weapon like the staff tightly clutched into his right hand, until the knuckles on it were deathly white. There were voices, screaming in his head; arguing, taunting, hating and pushing him to follow the path he'd recklessly abandoned back then. He didn't deserve to live like this! A voice yelled, over and over, and over, and over again, until there was an urge to claw at that skull of his and to reach with his fingers and wring the life out of that voice. That pity was disgusting! Look at where he was now! Hadn't he wanted to grasp power with his own two hands then? Beat Luca! Beat everyone! Show them your worth!
He had bowed down and failed following the road to death. But this time... this time--
There's a chance to change destiny... here... here.
Yes, it was right. He was alive. He was alive. The runes would have wanted this. The runes will reward with power... or death. One voice or another wanted one thing or another. It didn't matter. What mattered was the ability to move towards the one who held that destiny; Riou.
"R-Riou!" he managed to yell out as he came closer to the Marshall apartments, angrily glaring up at the structure before him. One of those windows- behind that-- there was... there was Riou. 111111111111--- a line continued, over and over-- He stopped it, he moved, angrily. The voices needed to stop. He needed to focus! This wasn't right! This was not him... but no, it was. It was. It will always be. The past cannot be undone, the past cannot be erased. You can only embrace it and fall deeper... deeper...
The wall was cold and hard, and there was a strange sound, when he slid beside it after momentarily losing control of his body. "N-no... No.. No... No!" he banged his head on the wall... too light. Too light. But he knew, he knew, all of the voices knew he couldn't kill himself this way. Come to Riou! Come to Riou! 1111111--
"One... one.. one... o-one... urrgh--" His legs moved; one step forward, two steps forward. There were tiles, there was cement, there were rocks, and stairs and more 1s than 0s and 2s.
He beat at the door with his left hand, the sharp piece of metal screeching at the wood and leaving marks on it while his feet kicked it... again... and again...
"Riou! Come out.... Come out!"
Where: starts at 111 Marshall Street Apartments
When: somewhere between late October 14 and early October 15 ♥
Rating: PG-13
Summary: With a million screaming voices in his head, and when his friend refuses to meet him out in the open, Jowy takes the only course of action he knows to take; go to him. The answer lies within Riou, within his right hand, his blood, his life--
the log:
His left hand was bleeding lightly from the sharp piece of metal he'd picked up carelessly along the way, but regardless, Jowy continued on unaffected by this flesh wound. Weapons. This was a weapon like the staff tightly clutched into his right hand, until the knuckles on it were deathly white. There were voices, screaming in his head; arguing, taunting, hating and pushing him to follow the path he'd recklessly abandoned back then. He didn't deserve to live like this! A voice yelled, over and over, and over, and over again, until there was an urge to claw at that skull of his and to reach with his fingers and wring the life out of that voice. That pity was disgusting! Look at where he was now! Hadn't he wanted to grasp power with his own two hands then? Beat Luca! Beat everyone! Show them your worth!
He had bowed down and failed following the road to death. But this time... this time--
There's a chance to change destiny... here... here.
Yes, it was right. He was alive. He was alive. The runes would have wanted this. The runes will reward with power... or death. One voice or another wanted one thing or another. It didn't matter. What mattered was the ability to move towards the one who held that destiny; Riou.
"R-Riou!" he managed to yell out as he came closer to the Marshall apartments, angrily glaring up at the structure before him. One of those windows- behind that-- there was... there was Riou. 111111111111--- a line continued, over and over-- He stopped it, he moved, angrily. The voices needed to stop. He needed to focus! This wasn't right! This was not him... but no, it was. It was. It will always be. The past cannot be undone, the past cannot be erased. You can only embrace it and fall deeper... deeper...
The wall was cold and hard, and there was a strange sound, when he slid beside it after momentarily losing control of his body. "N-no... No.. No... No!" he banged his head on the wall... too light. Too light. But he knew, he knew, all of the voices knew he couldn't kill himself this way. Come to Riou! Come to Riou! 1111111--
"One... one.. one... o-one... urrgh--" His legs moved; one step forward, two steps forward. There were tiles, there was cement, there were rocks, and stairs and more 1s than 0s and 2s.
He beat at the door with his left hand, the sharp piece of metal screeching at the wood and leaving marks on it while his feet kicked it... again... and again...
"Riou! Come out.... Come out!"