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voicelessengel in dystopian_logs

I shout yet I can't be heard.

Mar 13, 2009 08:26

WHO: Nill voicelessengel, Laharl makainoou, Kaoru syrup_n_spice //OPEN
WHEN: Uh, after Deadpool's violent return.
WHERE: Outside Kuukaku's whore house.
FILTER: OPEN TO ALL
WHAT: Nill wakes up after Deadpool prompted to head butt her in the stomach and knock her out.
NOTES: None a the moment. Log mostly for internal dialogue since that's....all she has.
STATUS: ONGOING.

( Breaking through the gap in the clouds stained red by torn wings )

laharl

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makainoou March 13 2009, 17:31:23 UTC

It had been windy lately, and smells carried easily on the air. The odor of rotting zombie flesh was, of course, inescapable, but he could at least get some distance from the unpleasant smells of the neighboring apartment building. An annoyance with the city in general tended to stunt his curiosity about it, but there was still something to be said for exploring. While not the pleasant heat of his Netherworld palace, it was warm enough he'd dispensed with his shirt, and roamed the streets with his scarf blowing behind him, tiny wings exposed. He hid them at home, since they were such a sign of his youth, but the longer he was here, the less he wanted to, annoyed with constantly being mislabeled ( ... )

voicelessengel March 13 2009, 17:39:38 UTC

Not a sniffle nor a hic could be heard when she kept rubbing her eyes. Her wings drooped a little, occasionally still losing a few feathers here and there as new ones were growing in. Her wings ached and itched something terrible.

When she heard a familiar voice chime out, she abruptly looked up at Laharl with swollen red eyes, puffy from tears that were still gathering and spilling over the curves of her cheeks. Another soundless sniff and a shake of her head to his question.

Her hand released its hold on the broom handle, letting it clank on the ground and roll a few inches before it came to a rest. Small hands tugged on her shirt, lifting it up just a smidge to where the exposure of a deep bruise was starting to manifest itself. Her hands released the fabric that stayed somewhat up and she fished around for her notepad, writing a small note for him. Head butted by the man in the red mask.

makainoou March 13 2009, 17:47:44 UTC

It was worse somehow when she looked at him like that. He glanced away uncomfortably, but had to look back when she moved to explain what had happened. His frown deepened at the sight of the fresh bruise, and turned into something of a snarl at the scribbled note. He wouldn't have properly been able to explain his anger if pressed, but picking on weaklings was something only sickos took pleasure in.

"When?" he asked brusquely. "Is he still around?"

voicelessengel March 13 2009, 17:53:33 UTC

She lowered the book onto her lap and shook her head. Nill had no idea how long she had been out. Hours? Minutes? She didn't know. She just remembered the feeling of laying there in a heap with the pressure on her chest from when Deadpool walked over her. Kuukaku did say he worked for her. Maybe he went to see her. The thought of him being able to possibly say things while she was left with only a book to try and help her explain seemed unfair and in the back of her mind, she hoped she wasn't going to lose the only job she could manage.

Despite the pain in her stomach, she drew her legs up to where she could rest her head ontop of her knees, arms hooking under her thighs to just sit there in a small ball, wings arching in a vein attempt to curl around herself and hide herself from the world.

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