I think it's time for an adventure~

[two_inside_one]

Day: 001
Characters: Anyone, two_inside_one for sure.
Summary: SHOWER TIEMZ
Day/Night: ANYTIME.
Status: Open to anyone :3

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[cut_em_open]

Shira's hit missed and what greeted him instead of the sight of a staggering Sokaro was a breath-taking pain in his chest and the cracking of bones. The blow was hard enough - easily with the full strength of a gigantic, muscular man like this against his own heavily injured and weakened body - to throw him off his feet, let him slide back on the ground and come to a dead stop when the force behind the attack rolled him on his stomach. He was lying motionless for just a second, head spinning and disorientated before a cracking coughing fit brought his head up sharply, leaning on his forearm with his shoulders raised and his face towards the ground, spraying the floor with red while his fingernails clawed and broke against the tiles. That had definitely broken something inside him.

"Fuckin' bastard," he managed to choke between raspy coughs and swallowing blood. Finally, he lifted his head and stared at Sokaro with surprisingly clear and awake eyes considering his condition, burning with a nameless, purest rage. "Fuckin' bastard, I'm gonna tear yer guts out!"

[pleasuresinpain]

"What the fuck is wrong with you kids?" Sokaro managed to ask after a moment or so of blank staring, shaking his head at the sheer sight of Shira. So obviously defeated and quite possibly hurt badly enough to die from it without medical attention and still egging on a man twice his size. "If you're that fucking eager to die, go do it somewhere in a gutter where filth like you belongs. You offend all of my senses trying to threaten me in that pathetic state," he spat at Shira, shifting so that he had Magatsu in his field of vision as well. After the cheap shot Shira had just pulled, Sokaro didn't trust the other one not to do something stupid and end up a smear of blood and shattered bones against the shower room wall.

Where Sokaro came from, even the proudest of the insufferably proud at least dropped their gaze once Sokaro had beaten them within an inch of their lives. These kids didn't seem to have any regard for their lives at all. Crossing over to Shira, Sokaro dropped to one knee and twisted his hand in Shira's hair, jerking his head back.

"Word of advice. When I give you a warning, that's a present. It is a gift from me to you, telling you how to avoid a world of pain," Sokaro informed him softly, voice almost mockingly calm. "In polite society, you shouldn't throw someone's present back into his face. Since we're all new here, I'm not going to break each of your cute little ribs to the tune of 'this little piggy', but you disrespect me again and I'll show you how much fun children's rhymes can be."

[twisteddoctor]

It was not surprising really, that the chaos created by the pair had caught the attention of the one of the doctors. Whether it was fortunate that said doctor was Muraki Kazutaka remained to be seen.

He had been in his office for just under an hour at that point, perusing the files of their newest additions. He had taken it upon himself to familiarize himself with the histories of those that admitting, looking for any... interesting tidbits of information. Any abnormalities in healing or lifespan automatically drawing his interest, of course.

Then, even Muraki could not ignore the distant sounds of fighting. Pausing, page still in hand, his mismatched eyes travelled to the open door, his expression blank. How... irritating.

Closing the file and tucking it away in the drawer of the desk, the silvery-haired man followed the sounds of noise until he came upon the bloodied hallway. His lip curling in distaste, the sight did nothing to deter him - he'd seen far more gruesome things, most of which caused by his own hand... However, the idea of breaking apart two patients who seemed so set on their own destruction...

The promise of the director of this accursed place, however, was enough to spur him into action.

It wasn't hard to find them, considering the gory breadcrumbs they had left in their wake. Standing framed by the doorway, he took a moment to coldly observe the scene, his visible eye narrowed. It would seem the larger of the three had taken control of the situation, however, it would not do to leave a patient to deal with this little... mishap.

"If you would kindly stop this instant," he said calmly, though there was no trace of question in his tone. It was not meant to be a request.