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Characters: Equius, Gamzee, Wataru, maybe others?
Location: Gamzee and Wataru's hive house
Time: Early morning, after this entry
Style: Any
Status: Semi-closed; if you happen to be hanging around the hive anyway, feel free to pop in
[It's early morning in Vatheon, and the streets are largely empty... except for a lone troll, staggering through them.
At first glance, he appears drunk, but anyone who knows Equius Zahhak knows that is foolishness--he'd never pollute his body with alcohol. But he's weaving all over the street, arms clutched around his midsection, and he seems to be having trouble keeping his balance. When he wanders out of shadows, the light illuminates a spectacular bruise blooming blue across one side of his face, and he's leaving splatters of blood behind him on the pavement.
He can try and pretend that he's just wandering, but he knows where he's going, no matter how hard he wants to deny it. Eventually, he finds himself on the Highblood's porch, staring mournfully at the door through his one eye that isn't swollen shut. Knowing that he can't knock without ripping the door right off its hinges, he collapses in one corner of the porch, curling into a loose, unhappy blue ball.]
Location: Gamzee and Wataru's hive house
Time: Early morning, after this entry
Style: Any
Status: Semi-closed; if you happen to be hanging around the hive anyway, feel free to pop in
[It's early morning in Vatheon, and the streets are largely empty... except for a lone troll, staggering through them.
At first glance, he appears drunk, but anyone who knows Equius Zahhak knows that is foolishness--he'd never pollute his body with alcohol. But he's weaving all over the street, arms clutched around his midsection, and he seems to be having trouble keeping his balance. When he wanders out of shadows, the light illuminates a spectacular bruise blooming blue across one side of his face, and he's leaving splatters of blood behind him on the pavement.
He can try and pretend that he's just wandering, but he knows where he's going, no matter how hard he wants to deny it. Eventually, he finds himself on the Highblood's porch, staring mournfully at the door through his one eye that isn't swollen shut. Knowing that he can't knock without ripping the door right off its hinges, he collapses in one corner of the porch, curling into a loose, unhappy blue ball.]