[CLOSED, INCOMPLETE]
Characters: ih8spiders, alphaspider, gotphones
Location: the seedy streets of Death City, then Death City Heights
Rating: PG for crazy
Time: August 10, Tuesday evening, following this log (BACKTAGGING FTW)
Description: Kuroro needs to get Kurapika somewhere safe to ride out the effects of Crane's fear gas.
He'd frozen at first at the unfamiliar sensation of being carried--arms under his knees and around his shoulders and he had nothing to grab on to, nothing to set his feet against and he still couldn't see clearly, red wisps like bloody ghosts and darker red shadows flitting across his vision and obscuring his view of the person carrying him. One would think that he'd be thrown over a shoulder if he was a captive, but maybe the man didn't want to risk bumping his head against anything?
Shameful. He was trembling uncontrollably, breathing too fast and too hard and he tried to bring his hands up over his eyes to protect them from unseen attacks, but his limbs refused to obey--numb, tingling, stiff-locked joints and he couldn't even make a fist with how weak he suddenly felt, couldn't muster the strength to fight back but he had to get away, they were going somewhere he didn't know. He had no idea what was happening and for all he knew maybe they were bringing him to where it would be easier to pluck his eyes out without damaging the delicate membrane without losing the brilliant red color of his fear--
Kurapika started struggling again, overbalance the both of them and maybe the person would be forced to set him back down on the ground where he stood a better chance of bolting despite unresponsive feet.
Location: the seedy streets of Death City, then Death City Heights
Rating: PG for crazy
Time: August 10, Tuesday evening, following this log (BACKTAGGING FTW)
Description: Kuroro needs to get Kurapika somewhere safe to ride out the effects of Crane's fear gas.
He'd frozen at first at the unfamiliar sensation of being carried--arms under his knees and around his shoulders and he had nothing to grab on to, nothing to set his feet against and he still couldn't see clearly, red wisps like bloody ghosts and darker red shadows flitting across his vision and obscuring his view of the person carrying him. One would think that he'd be thrown over a shoulder if he was a captive, but maybe the man didn't want to risk bumping his head against anything?
Shameful. He was trembling uncontrollably, breathing too fast and too hard and he tried to bring his hands up over his eyes to protect them from unseen attacks, but his limbs refused to obey--numb, tingling, stiff-locked joints and he couldn't even make a fist with how weak he suddenly felt, couldn't muster the strength to fight back but he had to get away, they were going somewhere he didn't know. He had no idea what was happening and for all he knew maybe they were bringing him to where it would be easier to pluck his eyes out without damaging the delicate membrane without losing the brilliant red color of his fear--
Kurapika started struggling again, overbalance the both of them and maybe the person would be forced to set him back down on the ground where he stood a better chance of bolting despite unresponsive feet.