he believes in the love of his god of all things
Day: 27
Characters: Graham (asad_sadstory) and Hidan (doesnotbitch)
Summary: Graham wants Hidan to prove the glory of Jashin to him. This can't end well.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night
Status: Closed, Incomplete
Ever since the intercom went quiet - well, that wasn't really the right way to put it, he supposed; more accurately, it would be ever since Hidan stopped talking instead - Graham had paced his room incessantly, back and forth on wobbling, injured legs, ignoring his roommate who hadn't seemed to glad that he was finally going to go get exactly what he'd been looking for. Well, sort of again, as what Graham was really looking for was the opportunity to kill, not the opportunity for the glory of some strange, loud, violent man's god to be revealed to him. But it was his current goal - to see if Hidan was telling the truth about his refusal to die. It was stupid. Everyone died; Graham knew that much. Even Ladd would have to die one day, as impossible as it seemed. Graham knew he himself would be killed one day, probably gunned down by the enemy or with his throat slit or drowned in a river, cinderblocks molded around his feet. Something suitably violent, something relating to the mafia - although he really hoped he could take down hundreds of others with him. A glorious final battle!
But then Hidan had arrived, ripped open the door and all but grabbed Graham by the hair and dragged him out. Graham stumbled along behind him, objecting to the rough treatment most of the way, until they ended up at an empty cell near the end of the block. Shoved inside, he staggered and nearly fell, hitting the wall hard instead and using that to support himself (since his legs were being rude and refusing to comply with the rest of his body properly). He leaned there and watched Hidan carefully, remembering first the therapy and then the night before, the night that was still fresh in his memory, in his skin, his blood, his very bones, bleeding him out as he stood there, soaking through the bandages on his chest.
"Is this the place? Good! Prove it to me, then! Prove that you can't die, that I can't kill you regardless of how much I try! Prove that your god is so glorious that he'll stop me in my tracks, and make me believe that he's real!" Graham grinned then, wide and wild and slightly pained, hardly different from the night before when he'd roared down the hallways in search of Mugen.
Characters: Graham (asad_sadstory) and Hidan (doesnotbitch)
Summary: Graham wants Hidan to prove the glory of Jashin to him. This can't end well.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night
Status: Closed, Incomplete
Ever since the intercom went quiet - well, that wasn't really the right way to put it, he supposed; more accurately, it would be ever since Hidan stopped talking instead - Graham had paced his room incessantly, back and forth on wobbling, injured legs, ignoring his roommate who hadn't seemed to glad that he was finally going to go get exactly what he'd been looking for. Well, sort of again, as what Graham was really looking for was the opportunity to kill, not the opportunity for the glory of some strange, loud, violent man's god to be revealed to him. But it was his current goal - to see if Hidan was telling the truth about his refusal to die. It was stupid. Everyone died; Graham knew that much. Even Ladd would have to die one day, as impossible as it seemed. Graham knew he himself would be killed one day, probably gunned down by the enemy or with his throat slit or drowned in a river, cinderblocks molded around his feet. Something suitably violent, something relating to the mafia - although he really hoped he could take down hundreds of others with him. A glorious final battle!
But then Hidan had arrived, ripped open the door and all but grabbed Graham by the hair and dragged him out. Graham stumbled along behind him, objecting to the rough treatment most of the way, until they ended up at an empty cell near the end of the block. Shoved inside, he staggered and nearly fell, hitting the wall hard instead and using that to support himself (since his legs were being rude and refusing to comply with the rest of his body properly). He leaned there and watched Hidan carefully, remembering first the therapy and then the night before, the night that was still fresh in his memory, in his skin, his blood, his very bones, bleeding him out as he stood there, soaking through the bandages on his chest.
"Is this the place? Good! Prove it to me, then! Prove that you can't die, that I can't kill you regardless of how much I try! Prove that your god is so glorious that he'll stop me in my tracks, and make me believe that he's real!" Graham grinned then, wide and wild and slightly pained, hardly different from the night before when he'd roared down the hallways in search of Mugen.