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WHO: alma & whoever
WHAT: alma is by the edge of the forest. it's harder for people to hear his screams after all.
WHERE: the edge of the forest.
WHEN: monday night. sorta-kinda late. past bedtime late.
[Alma didn't know how he moved past Fou, but he did. His heart had hurt when he walked past Yuu's room without even looking inside, just to check. His arm hurt terribly and he knew if he tried to inspect it in the house... well, he doubted he could do it quietly.
Thus the forest. Although it was still drizzling Alma made his way through the grasses, enjoying the cold prickling feelings on his skin. He was cold and alive and everything hurt, inside and out. By the time he reached a small clearing his face was streaked in tears, although indistinguishable from the rain.
He had wrapped his arm up in a white sheet so much that not a bit of skin showed. It was on purpose. Something was wrong with his arm but he knew no one would know what to do or how to fix it. So he had to find a way. He couldn't go on forever with only one working arm, after all.
Kneeling in the grass he began to pull away the sheets, loosening the sling. The muscles hurt from lack of use but it was when he tried to move it was when the pain became a hindrance. Once all uncovered his arm was revealed. The skin, from his shoulder to the tips of his fingers was pale and sickly looking, lined with green veins that went up along his neck and a little onto his right cheek. His fingers were hard and disfigured, although Alma noticed with slight satisfaction that whatever swelling it was had gone down since the fight. Just a little.
Alma gritted his teeth. Maybe if he... ripped off his arm he could grow back a new one? More functional? It wasn't a very smart plan, but his healing still seemed to be intact so it was worth a shot. Maybe... Maybe if he just tried to cut off some of the skin he could see how it would heal? That seemed a bit safer than cutting his entire arm off.
Casting a look around him just to make sure he was alone, ears pricked for any advancing sounds, Alma bite his lip and quickly dug his nails into the flesh of his arm and began to tear. A barely repressed yell of agony ripped from his throat.]
WHAT: alma is by the edge of the forest. it's harder for people to hear his screams after all.
WHERE: the edge of the forest.
WHEN: monday night. sorta-kinda late. past bedtime late.
[Alma didn't know how he moved past Fou, but he did. His heart had hurt when he walked past Yuu's room without even looking inside, just to check. His arm hurt terribly and he knew if he tried to inspect it in the house... well, he doubted he could do it quietly.
Thus the forest. Although it was still drizzling Alma made his way through the grasses, enjoying the cold prickling feelings on his skin. He was cold and alive and everything hurt, inside and out. By the time he reached a small clearing his face was streaked in tears, although indistinguishable from the rain.
He had wrapped his arm up in a white sheet so much that not a bit of skin showed. It was on purpose. Something was wrong with his arm but he knew no one would know what to do or how to fix it. So he had to find a way. He couldn't go on forever with only one working arm, after all.
Kneeling in the grass he began to pull away the sheets, loosening the sling. The muscles hurt from lack of use but it was when he tried to move it was when the pain became a hindrance. Once all uncovered his arm was revealed. The skin, from his shoulder to the tips of his fingers was pale and sickly looking, lined with green veins that went up along his neck and a little onto his right cheek. His fingers were hard and disfigured, although Alma noticed with slight satisfaction that whatever swelling it was had gone down since the fight. Just a little.
Alma gritted his teeth. Maybe if he... ripped off his arm he could grow back a new one? More functional? It wasn't a very smart plan, but his healing still seemed to be intact so it was worth a shot. Maybe... Maybe if he just tried to cut off some of the skin he could see how it would heal? That seemed a bit safer than cutting his entire arm off.
Casting a look around him just to make sure he was alone, ears pricked for any advancing sounds, Alma bite his lip and quickly dug his nails into the flesh of his arm and began to tear. A barely repressed yell of agony ripped from his throat.]