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Who: Kaoru (blacksheepgirl ) and Oz (acreepybrat )
Where: Horton 103, Oz and Gil's apartment
When: Like... now?
Rating: PG-13, I think, for violence and yelling of... stuff. XD
Summary: Basically? Kaoru beats down Oz. The end.
The log:
Nothing was certain in this world, not words, not friends, and least of all himself. That sense of being watched, of being judged, of the Will of the Abyss lurking just out of sight, waiting to drag him in-- Oz hadn't left any of it behind in Marshall. But at least he'd left Sharon, and that was what was important. The screaming and shouting outside only made it worse, and Oz had run-- for the only place he knew, the now empty apartment he and Gil shared at Horton.
He leans against the wall of the kitchen, breathing hard and clutching at his chest. His head is a jumbled mess, and the pain of it is almost like the turning of the seal, except a hundred times worse because the seal had never made him want to attack friends and strangers alike. Oz doesn't want to hurt anyone, and he doesn't want to hurt himself either, but if the choice came down between the two then the answer became obvious. Bloody red scratches line his forearms, but the pain is barely noticeable compared to the throbbing of his head, and he is tired, so tired.
Where: Horton 103, Oz and Gil's apartment
When: Like... now?
Rating: PG-13, I think, for violence and yelling of... stuff. XD
Summary: Basically? Kaoru beats down Oz. The end.
The log:
Nothing was certain in this world, not words, not friends, and least of all himself. That sense of being watched, of being judged, of the Will of the Abyss lurking just out of sight, waiting to drag him in-- Oz hadn't left any of it behind in Marshall. But at least he'd left Sharon, and that was what was important. The screaming and shouting outside only made it worse, and Oz had run-- for the only place he knew, the now empty apartment he and Gil shared at Horton.
He leans against the wall of the kitchen, breathing hard and clutching at his chest. His head is a jumbled mess, and the pain of it is almost like the turning of the seal, except a hundred times worse because the seal had never made him want to attack friends and strangers alike. Oz doesn't want to hurt anyone, and he doesn't want to hurt himself either, but if the choice came down between the two then the answer became obvious. Bloody red scratches line his forearms, but the pain is barely noticeable compared to the throbbing of his head, and he is tired, so tired.