Log: Open
Who: Sarugaki Hiyori sandaljustice and anyone brave enough to deal with her. ATM Hyuuga Hinata hyuuga-hime, Kuchiki Rukia 13th_unseated, and Hirako Shinji hirako_taichou
What: Hiyori, recently released by the Shadow figures, loses all control over her hollow and goes on a rampage.
Where: The middle of the City
When: Now
Rating: Probably R, seeing as she's out of her mind and will have no qualms about ripping people apart.
Open: Yes please, I'd love some people for her to bust up before Shinji shows up to get her back to normal.
The screaming was the first thing she could clearly remember, and even then her fractured mind couldn't remember, couldn't understand that it was her screaming, that the shrill vocal tones echoing through her ringing ears were her own. Perhaps it was the mash of colour and sound, the prickly needles of lancing sensation that shot through her head with every breath that she dragged into burning lungs.
Fire. Something was on fire, maybe it was her head maybe it was... she didn't know. Honestly, all that she knew right now was that the horrible noise inside her head needed to stop.
Stumbling, the girl barely felt the cold hardness of the concrete beneath bare soles, sandals left discarded who-knew where as one hand crept raggedly along the brickwork, calloused ridges catching on the roughened stone. Even that faint brushing of skin against clay burned, nerve-endings screaming their loud protests against any sort of contact, against anything that dared touch them since the violations they had suffered. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head violently as the voice screamed within her head again, it's mocking laughter harsh and grating through the pounding as she dropped to her knees, fingers digging into tangled blond hair with a choked scream.
Something... there was something there, something that she should remember, something that she should keep inside and yet all that she could think of was the pain, the noise, and getting everything to STOP, just stop and be silent and she didn't care what it took, what she had to do to make it so, only caring that the cacaphony of sensation was painful, that every mote of noise or colour or scent or taste cut like a knife, razor-sharp against abused senses scraped raw and bloody by the grasping, seeking fingers of her captors.
At least... she thought there had been captors. Shadowy things, reaching for her, touching but not in the way she would have expected. No, their touches had been even fouler, an even deeper violation that anything physical they could have done to her. Or... had done to her? It didn't matter, none of it did, all that mattered now was the screaming and the noise and the voice as it shrieked in the back of her head, a voice she recognized even though she didn't know why, didn't know what it was despite knowing she should. And then it was too late and the noise increased and then it was her own voice blending with it, screaming to drown out the rest as she threw back her head, brown eyes wide and blank as the black surged across them and the mask forced itself over her face with a crack of reiatsu as her control broke.
What: Hiyori, recently released by the Shadow figures, loses all control over her hollow and goes on a rampage.
Where: The middle of the City
When: Now
Rating: Probably R, seeing as she's out of her mind and will have no qualms about ripping people apart.
Open: Yes please, I'd love some people for her to bust up before Shinji shows up to get her back to normal.
The screaming was the first thing she could clearly remember, and even then her fractured mind couldn't remember, couldn't understand that it was her screaming, that the shrill vocal tones echoing through her ringing ears were her own. Perhaps it was the mash of colour and sound, the prickly needles of lancing sensation that shot through her head with every breath that she dragged into burning lungs.
Fire. Something was on fire, maybe it was her head maybe it was... she didn't know. Honestly, all that she knew right now was that the horrible noise inside her head needed to stop.
Stumbling, the girl barely felt the cold hardness of the concrete beneath bare soles, sandals left discarded who-knew where as one hand crept raggedly along the brickwork, calloused ridges catching on the roughened stone. Even that faint brushing of skin against clay burned, nerve-endings screaming their loud protests against any sort of contact, against anything that dared touch them since the violations they had suffered. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head violently as the voice screamed within her head again, it's mocking laughter harsh and grating through the pounding as she dropped to her knees, fingers digging into tangled blond hair with a choked scream.
Something... there was something there, something that she should remember, something that she should keep inside and yet all that she could think of was the pain, the noise, and getting everything to STOP, just stop and be silent and she didn't care what it took, what she had to do to make it so, only caring that the cacaphony of sensation was painful, that every mote of noise or colour or scent or taste cut like a knife, razor-sharp against abused senses scraped raw and bloody by the grasping, seeking fingers of her captors.
At least... she thought there had been captors. Shadowy things, reaching for her, touching but not in the way she would have expected. No, their touches had been even fouler, an even deeper violation that anything physical they could have done to her. Or... had done to her? It didn't matter, none of it did, all that mattered now was the screaming and the noise and the voice as it shrieked in the back of her head, a voice she recognized even though she didn't know why, didn't know what it was despite knowing she should. And then it was too late and the noise increased and then it was her own voice blending with it, screaming to drown out the rest as she threw back her head, brown eyes wide and blank as the black surged across them and the mask forced itself over her face with a crack of reiatsu as her control broke.