He dragged himself for the last few meters. Crawling, on the tiny pebbles in shades of white and pink that decorated the path to the main doors. His blood darkened the way.
The car that had driven him there left with a roar, a so-called friend - an acquaintance really - making a favour for a man that had won so many fights he had a name, and yet, this last fight, winning had been his condamnation too.
Ranuccio lifted his hand against the heavy doors, a bloody imprint marking the shape of his hand on them.
Like an animal, he was looking for a safe place to die. And this was the only safe place he knew.
ooc: sono lentissima nel rispondere, anche peggio di prima - sono a Roma per via di mia madre - ma se ti va e hai tempo, Ranpup mi ha costretto ;) bacioni
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The car that had driven him there left with a roar, a so-called friend - an acquaintance really - making a favour for a man that had won so many fights he had a name, and yet, this last fight, winning had been his condamnation too.
Ranuccio lifted his hand against the heavy doors, a bloody imprint marking the shape of his hand on them.
Like an animal, he was looking for a safe place to die. And this was the only safe place he knew.
ooc: sono lentissima nel rispondere, anche peggio di prima - sono a Roma per via di mia madre - ma se ti va e hai tempo, Ranpup mi ha costretto ;) bacioni
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