Battler 01 ۩
Who: Battler Ushiromiya
Where: A closed room in the Noctaerium.
Style: I don't careee.
Status: Open
Warnings: Gore. Blood. Gore! Everywhere! Also a suicidal Battler.
Battler really had no clue what was going on. He remembers going on a train ride and the rest is a blur. He walked forward but he felt something tug on his neck. It was a cold steel collar. It prevented him from walking away. It prevented him from escaping. Chains tied him to the dusty closet.
He was frightened. The room was dark and damp but he had no idea where he was. As soon as he tried to scream-
-something prevented him from doing so.
Help...Help...Help! He tried to call out countless times but his voice was stuck in his head. How could he call someone if he can't even yell? This is getting ridiculous.
He approached the door and tried to leave the classic way. He heard a clash of metal and the door was shut tight. It appears there's a chained lock blocking the way. Battler really hated chained locks. He was always clumsy and could never get them undone. Fear was installing itself in Battler's emotions. A cold drop of sweat ran down his back as he struggled with the chain.
There was no way for him to leave through the front door. The chain was set. There had to be another way.
Battler walked over to the washroom and found a pair of nippers. He looked down the drainage pipe and figured it could be used as an exit. There was one problem.
His body was too big. How was he supposed to leave this room with those annoying chains? There was one way..
It was painful thinking about it, but he didn't have much of a choice. He already checked the door and he's stuck to the closet.
He took the nippers and started chipping at his own flesh. It tore bit by bit and the blood went down the drain. Battler moved over to his right thumb and hesitantly stared at his fingernail. Was this really the only answer? He was ready to tear up his body in order to protect the tale Beato had given him. He shouldn't hesitate any longer.
[ooc: He's going to be tearing his flesh up and his voice is stuck in his head so he can't ask for help. YOU'RE FREE TO SPECTATE but his responses will be incoherent. I'm so horrible.]
Where: A closed room in the Noctaerium.
Style: I don't careee.
Status: Open
Warnings: Gore. Blood. Gore! Everywhere! Also a suicidal Battler.
Battler really had no clue what was going on. He remembers going on a train ride and the rest is a blur. He walked forward but he felt something tug on his neck. It was a cold steel collar. It prevented him from walking away. It prevented him from escaping. Chains tied him to the dusty closet.
He was frightened. The room was dark and damp but he had no idea where he was. As soon as he tried to scream-
-something prevented him from doing so.
Help...Help...Help! He tried to call out countless times but his voice was stuck in his head. How could he call someone if he can't even yell? This is getting ridiculous.
He approached the door and tried to leave the classic way. He heard a clash of metal and the door was shut tight. It appears there's a chained lock blocking the way. Battler really hated chained locks. He was always clumsy and could never get them undone. Fear was installing itself in Battler's emotions. A cold drop of sweat ran down his back as he struggled with the chain.
There was no way for him to leave through the front door. The chain was set. There had to be another way.
Battler walked over to the washroom and found a pair of nippers. He looked down the drainage pipe and figured it could be used as an exit. There was one problem.
His body was too big. How was he supposed to leave this room with those annoying chains? There was one way..
It was painful thinking about it, but he didn't have much of a choice. He already checked the door and he's stuck to the closet.
He took the nippers and started chipping at his own flesh. It tore bit by bit and the blood went down the drain. Battler moved over to his right thumb and hesitantly stared at his fingernail. Was this really the only answer? He was ready to tear up his body in order to protect the tale Beato had given him. He shouldn't hesitate any longer.
[ooc: He's going to be tearing his flesh up and his voice is stuck in his head so he can't ask for help. YOU'RE FREE TO SPECTATE but his responses will be incoherent. I'm so horrible.]