It's wise to sever our loss/I redefine pulse
Characters: Evil!P/Raise subject_e0057
Date/Time: Dec. 14, stupid hour in the morning.
Location: The Park
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: You can't keep a good dog down.
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Amongst all the stillness of the night, the freezing, falling slow, his eyes blearily closed. There was a moment after the glazed orbs, a milky tint on the typically metallic irises, were covered by their lids, before suddenly the figure jerked. He inhaled sharply, a wheezing noise heard in his throat, breathing in snowflakes and bits of ice that had formed around his mouth. Shoving himself onto his hands and knees, the man’s body convulsed, hacking, and finally regurgitating anything that was left in his stomach.
Blinking the glassy eyes open once again, he let out a rasping growl.
’Water.’ He thought simply. His mouth was dry- so, so dry. And the snow in front of him was filthy. For a brief moment he snorted in his mind at having being left there, red and pink ice surrounding the concave snow where he had been laying for so, so long. He rolled to the side, looking over a bench, before ripping an icicle off and snapping the end of it off with his teeth, chewing greedily.
It was the closest thing he had. It would do. As he worked on eliminating the horrible, dehydrated feeling, the free hand came up to run through his hair. It didn’t get very far before his fingers found their way into a massive knot of frozen blood, softer bits of tissue, and what felt like a large chunk of bone, tangled in his hair.
They needed a shower.
”He was right, you know.” The hallucination of Raise crouched before him, steely eye staring at the gold. He wanted to look away, as though that would get rid of the blame, but the gaze held. ”We were arrogant. These trees are perfect to hide in and shoot from.”
”You said I could play with him,” His voice was raspy, like a man on his death bed, though it was getting better the longer he sat up, crouched on the balls of his feet. Had he more time he would have marveled at the almost blue tone to his hallucination’s lips, the frozen ice in their hair, the blood soaking the ground he had suddenly sat up from as well as his own clothing.
”And that was my mistake.” A phantom hand touched the other, as though to probe for further injury, or anything else that needed healing. Even though to passer-bys it would appear as though the pink and red chunks frozen to the ground should have been inside his head, ‘Raise’ was pleased to note that the injury had reversed itself. No entry wound, no exit wound- even their ear had reformed. ”It’s freezing out here.” He said simply, standing.
”We won’t survive long, you know.” The cold gray eye swiveled back to the man slowly forcing himself up, putting his weight on the bench as he staggered. Swaying for a moment, he finally grinned.
”Not like this.” He agreed, head tilting slackly. They needed a hot shower… somewhere warm to ward off the frostbite and to rinse the gore from his hair and face. He chuckled. “They’ll just make another plan to kill us.”
”…I’d like to help you.” The hallucination smiled smugly. ”More than just giving you direction.” He reached out once again, tilting his head as he drew close, almost close enough to embrace his other, before fading.
’Praise’ laughed. A dry, exhausted laugh escaped him, the insane noise of a man with nothing to lose or fear. He threw his head back, lifting a hand to shove his blood-soaked bangs back, the coppery fluid keeping them plastered back and away from his eyes. “…Well then,” His voice had changed to that of Raise’s, clearer and more thoughtful. His eyes were wide as he shoved himself away from his death scene, beginning to walk, staggering slightly due to stiffness, towards the residential section. ”…Let’s go find him.”
He grinned wider, his voice dropping to the octave used by Praise. “Agreed.”
Date/Time: Dec. 14, stupid hour in the morning.
Location: The Park
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: You can't keep a good dog down.
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Amongst all the stillness of the night, the freezing, falling slow, his eyes blearily closed. There was a moment after the glazed orbs, a milky tint on the typically metallic irises, were covered by their lids, before suddenly the figure jerked. He inhaled sharply, a wheezing noise heard in his throat, breathing in snowflakes and bits of ice that had formed around his mouth. Shoving himself onto his hands and knees, the man’s body convulsed, hacking, and finally regurgitating anything that was left in his stomach.
Blinking the glassy eyes open once again, he let out a rasping growl.
’Water.’ He thought simply. His mouth was dry- so, so dry. And the snow in front of him was filthy. For a brief moment he snorted in his mind at having being left there, red and pink ice surrounding the concave snow where he had been laying for so, so long. He rolled to the side, looking over a bench, before ripping an icicle off and snapping the end of it off with his teeth, chewing greedily.
It was the closest thing he had. It would do. As he worked on eliminating the horrible, dehydrated feeling, the free hand came up to run through his hair. It didn’t get very far before his fingers found their way into a massive knot of frozen blood, softer bits of tissue, and what felt like a large chunk of bone, tangled in his hair.
They needed a shower.
”He was right, you know.” The hallucination of Raise crouched before him, steely eye staring at the gold. He wanted to look away, as though that would get rid of the blame, but the gaze held. ”We were arrogant. These trees are perfect to hide in and shoot from.”
”You said I could play with him,” His voice was raspy, like a man on his death bed, though it was getting better the longer he sat up, crouched on the balls of his feet. Had he more time he would have marveled at the almost blue tone to his hallucination’s lips, the frozen ice in their hair, the blood soaking the ground he had suddenly sat up from as well as his own clothing.
”And that was my mistake.” A phantom hand touched the other, as though to probe for further injury, or anything else that needed healing. Even though to passer-bys it would appear as though the pink and red chunks frozen to the ground should have been inside his head, ‘Raise’ was pleased to note that the injury had reversed itself. No entry wound, no exit wound- even their ear had reformed. ”It’s freezing out here.” He said simply, standing.
”We won’t survive long, you know.” The cold gray eye swiveled back to the man slowly forcing himself up, putting his weight on the bench as he staggered. Swaying for a moment, he finally grinned.
”Not like this.” He agreed, head tilting slackly. They needed a hot shower… somewhere warm to ward off the frostbite and to rinse the gore from his hair and face. He chuckled. “They’ll just make another plan to kill us.”
”…I’d like to help you.” The hallucination smiled smugly. ”More than just giving you direction.” He reached out once again, tilting his head as he drew close, almost close enough to embrace his other, before fading.
’Praise’ laughed. A dry, exhausted laugh escaped him, the insane noise of a man with nothing to lose or fear. He threw his head back, lifting a hand to shove his blood-soaked bangs back, the coppery fluid keeping them plastered back and away from his eyes. “…Well then,” His voice had changed to that of Raise’s, clearer and more thoughtful. His eyes were wide as he shoved himself away from his death scene, beginning to walk, staggering slightly due to stiffness, towards the residential section. ”…Let’s go find him.”
He grinned wider, his voice dropping to the octave used by Praise. “Agreed.”