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ladronoscuro

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Nov 13, 2008 20:26

*Eyes half-lidded in a drugged haze, a darkly clad figure can be found tossed haphazardly against one of the bridges in town. Bruises mar his arms and ankles, old wounds on his wings bleed slowly. Dark's been brought back. But...*

...

((He's heavily sedated. Not in his right mind. He won't recognize those he knew...not in this state. When he does ( Read more... )

heavily injured here, why?, back, numb, not quite all there

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[action] stop_kyletime November 14 2008, 04:06:23 UTC

[Tra la la..whee...Kyle is off somewhere practicing for the tournament when suddenly...]

Are you okay? [He runs up to Dark]

[action] ladronoscuro November 14 2008, 04:14:23 UTC

*After a moment, Dark's half-lidded gaze shifts towards the other but he does little else but stare* ...

[action] stop_kyletime November 14 2008, 04:15:44 UTC

[ASDFGHJKL;!!!]

We need to get you a clinic, now!!

Re: [action] ladronoscuro November 14 2008, 04:19:41 UTC

*Dark's gonna go ahead and just blink at him*

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[action] noah_morpher November 15 2008, 00:21:58 UTC

[well we were going to go about or daily rounds of killing shit today but stops when she stumbles upon-]

Dark?

[action] ladronoscuro November 15 2008, 03:14:00 UTC

*As stated above, Dark's not really that coherent...so he's just going to slowly shift his hazy violet eyes toward Lulu* ...

[action] noah_morpher November 15 2008, 03:17:16 UTC

[hurries the rest of the way over, worried that she did not get some sort of typical response from him] Hey! Dark, say something! [picking him up by the shoulders to get him to look at her better]

[action] ladronoscuro November 15 2008, 03:45:56 UTC

*Dark slumps limply in her grip; he vaguely hears her voice but can't seem to form a response*

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corrinesbell November 16 2008, 18:30:27 UTC

[will just come to the clinic after all that to avoid more confusion]

Dark... [worried about him? Us?]

ladronoscuro November 16 2008, 20:00:00 UTC

*He's calmed considerably since he was brought there, sitting up in his bed, bandages wrapped around his bare arms and chest. His wings lie flat again his back and when she enters the room, deep violets shift in her direction briefly before reverting their gaze to the plain white sheet draped over his legs, a frown on his face. He's never felt weaker than he did now. It's not a sight he wanted her to see.*

corrinesbell November 17 2008, 03:08:33 UTC

Hey. ...Heard you were here. You doing okay?

ladronoscuro November 17 2008, 06:27:19 UTC

...I'm alive. *His voice is lower than usual* I suppose that qualifies...

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