Never knowing when i'm wrong
Who: Oz Vessalius & YOU
Where: Outside a park in Somni
Style: I'll match you ♥
Status: OPEN
Note: Backdated to August 23rd [It's to be placed after this log]
He should have kept his mouth shut.
That or used his common sense not to get involved with the wrong people.
Such a thing left him where he was now.
Stumbling along a path that lead from the park, leaving a nice blood trail in his wake due to the three nasty injuries he was sporting. A hand clutched to his bloody shoulder and he winced a little as he pressed forward until something caught his foot and he fell forwards onto the cement, scraping the skin on his hand and causing more pain to sear through his veins when he out more weight on his injured chest, blood dotting the ground beneath him.
A blood covered hand attempted to reach the Dreamberry he'd dropped after making his last call on it but didn't exactly get to it with the pain that lanced through his shoulder like it did then, causing Oz to hiss sharply as he rested his forehead against the cement. Alice was going to kill him for getting injured so badly... but more to the point of that maybe he was just a little worried about the fact that there could be the chance that nobody would even see that call he'd done and he'd just lie here until he either passed out from blood loss or simply died.
The latter he really didn't want to think about as dying was something he really didn't want to have happen but with his current state, it seemed entirely possible. Sighing, Oz pushed himself so he could lie on his back, leaving a bloody handprint on the once pristine cement as he winced from the sting the two gashes brought from the movement.
Maybe next time he'd learn not to be so reckless...
Where: Outside a park in Somni
Style: I'll match you ♥
Status: OPEN
Note: Backdated to August 23rd [It's to be placed after this log]
He should have kept his mouth shut.
That or used his common sense not to get involved with the wrong people.
Such a thing left him where he was now.
Stumbling along a path that lead from the park, leaving a nice blood trail in his wake due to the three nasty injuries he was sporting. A hand clutched to his bloody shoulder and he winced a little as he pressed forward until something caught his foot and he fell forwards onto the cement, scraping the skin on his hand and causing more pain to sear through his veins when he out more weight on his injured chest, blood dotting the ground beneath him.
A blood covered hand attempted to reach the Dreamberry he'd dropped after making his last call on it but didn't exactly get to it with the pain that lanced through his shoulder like it did then, causing Oz to hiss sharply as he rested his forehead against the cement. Alice was going to kill him for getting injured so badly... but more to the point of that maybe he was just a little worried about the fact that there could be the chance that nobody would even see that call he'd done and he'd just lie here until he either passed out from blood loss or simply died.
The latter he really didn't want to think about as dying was something he really didn't want to have happen but with his current state, it seemed entirely possible. Sighing, Oz pushed himself so he could lie on his back, leaving a bloody handprint on the once pristine cement as he winced from the sting the two gashes brought from the movement.
Maybe next time he'd learn not to be so reckless...