even the strongest get hurt.
Characters: thestrongestin and vatheon
Location: Plaza
Time: May 27th. Late afternoon.
Style: Whatever you prefer.
Status: OPEN!
[ooc: For a heads up, the person who will be assisting Shizuo in getting medical help or whatever he needs is tangledlocks but everyone else is willing to wonder what the hell is up. Not that he needs it, he thinks he's perfectly fine.]
[If anyone had been walking around the Plaza in the late afternoon, one would find a tall man sitting on the ground against the fountain, glancing at something something in his hand. The SFC, actually. Of course, drenched in water as all arrivals seem but if someone took a closer look, then they would discover something other than water dripping from his clothes.
Blood. His own, in fact. There had been blood seeping from his midsection on his left side and from his left thigh. Someone should be passed out or in immense pain in such a state, right? Wrong. This man didn't seem to care that he was shot. He'll find out whoever had shot him and they'll get what they deserve. Someone tried to kill him, so that shouldn't stop him from inflicting pain in return.
But he was confused.. This wasn't Ikebukuro. Did someone drag him here when he was passed out for that small amount of time? Oh well. He'll figure that out later.
Reaching into his pocket, he glanced at what looked like a crumbled pack of cigarettes. Drenched.]
..Tch. [Crushing them even further in his fist, he shoved them back into his pocket. Just what he needed.]
Location: Plaza
Time: May 27th. Late afternoon.
Style: Whatever you prefer.
Status: OPEN!
[ooc: For a heads up, the person who will be assisting Shizuo in getting medical help or whatever he needs is tangledlocks but everyone else is willing to wonder what the hell is up. Not that he needs it, he thinks he's perfectly fine.]
[If anyone had been walking around the Plaza in the late afternoon, one would find a tall man sitting on the ground against the fountain, glancing at something something in his hand. The SFC, actually. Of course, drenched in water as all arrivals seem but if someone took a closer look, then they would discover something other than water dripping from his clothes.
Blood. His own, in fact. There had been blood seeping from his midsection on his left side and from his left thigh. Someone should be passed out or in immense pain in such a state, right? Wrong. This man didn't seem to care that he was shot. He'll find out whoever had shot him and they'll get what they deserve. Someone tried to kill him, so that shouldn't stop him from inflicting pain in return.
But he was confused.. This wasn't Ikebukuro. Did someone drag him here when he was passed out for that small amount of time? Oh well. He'll figure that out later.
Reaching into his pocket, he glanced at what looked like a crumbled pack of cigarettes. Drenched.]
..Tch. [Crushing them even further in his fist, he shoved them back into his pocket. Just what he needed.]