Will the storm pass over us today? Or is our future looking grey?
Who: America, Japan, & Tatsumi
Where: Outside, in the thunderstorm near the risen highway
When: May 10th, Late at night
Rating: Blood, fighting, cursing, violence...?
Summary: America shows up with Japan as his sidekick to take down the rampant running werepire, Tatsumi, before someone else decides to bring justice down on the tyrant.
the log:
Whether it was the all the rain or all the blood he had drank over the past 5 days, Tatsumi was feeling a strange ill sensation. He hadn't thought anything of running through the rain, even though a thunderstorm, because his chip was out now. Didn't that mean he was immune to sickness and quite a long list of other things?
And yet, here he was, stumbling away from a puddle of blood, starting to feel that strange craving for more, despite the fact he just puked up a bunch against a pillar of Discedo's raised highway. His clothes looked about as horrible as he felt by now, stained and torn in many places. It clung to him like parts of his damp hair did. His pointed ear-like-spikes fought to stay up against the rain.
He had to find more blood, and soon. He didn't care if he had to throw it up, the intense feeling of starvation was one of very few feelings of pain he had little tolerance for.
Where: Outside, in the thunderstorm near the risen highway
When: May 10th, Late at night
Rating: Blood, fighting, cursing, violence...?
Summary: America shows up with Japan as his sidekick to take down the rampant running werepire, Tatsumi, before someone else decides to bring justice down on the tyrant.
the log:
Whether it was the all the rain or all the blood he had drank over the past 5 days, Tatsumi was feeling a strange ill sensation. He hadn't thought anything of running through the rain, even though a thunderstorm, because his chip was out now. Didn't that mean he was immune to sickness and quite a long list of other things?
And yet, here he was, stumbling away from a puddle of blood, starting to feel that strange craving for more, despite the fact he just puked up a bunch against a pillar of Discedo's raised highway. His clothes looked about as horrible as he felt by now, stained and torn in many places. It clung to him like parts of his damp hair did. His pointed ear-like-spikes fought to stay up against the rain.
He had to find more blood, and soon. He didn't care if he had to throw it up, the intense feeling of starvation was one of very few feelings of pain he had little tolerance for.