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[hemocidal]

Characters: Gamzee Makara, anyone involved in the Soberzee Plot
Location: All Over Death City
Rating: PG-13ish, violence, language
Time: Late on the 17th and 18th of December
Description: The Troll Who Stole Christmas and Stabbed A Bunch of Little Girls, the Log, the Movie, the Story 2009

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[pubertypills]

[Breathing into his hands to try and warm them up, mentally kicking himself for forgetting his gloves at home that morning. Picking up his pace, hoping to get home sooner, he wondered why the streets seemed strangely empty today]

Near the Maid Cafe

[zodiaconigiri]

[Tohru just finished her work, all bundled up once again and heading back to the apartment she shared with Shizuo and Motochika. It was getting late she knew but it seemed fine thus far on her trip home. Though, she shivered unconsciously at how eerily quiet it was outside.]

[In a stairs case somewhere]

[leaf_of_light]

[Kei was walking by calmly] [After getting used to it, this city wasn't so bad...] [He was even more or less getting used to the creepy sun and moon-]

[Observes the moon as he goes up the stair case] [The city is so quiet with the mission and-]

[BAM]
[Wait, why was he falling?! What hit him-]

[He feels his head banging against one of the walls] [His body rolls down the stairs]

[And suddenly he was seeing black]

... What... [His head hurt, along with his arms and his back]

how it all begins...

[couragemantra]

[ Kurt's just out and about as usual, on the way back from a late night grocery shopping run, bags of bread and milk and eggs and all those lovely dining staples in hand.

He's also relaxing by listening to a certain song by Celine Dion about miracles, unaware that his earbuds were set so loud that anyone nearby could hear.

He sings along softly, too. ]

Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

[hemocidal]

[It had been a long week.

Shaking off the last of the sopor had left Gamzee both exhausted and buzzing with energy, with a pounding in his nugbone like no other, and vision clearer than it had been in sweeps. It meant that voice in the back of skull, whispering the darkest of thoughts he believed he had drowned long again, was scratching its claws along the insides of his skull, sharp points screeching a terrible noise.

It was exhilarating, and that made him angry, and it was a miracle, and that also made him angry, and it was all Karkat's fault, and that made him angry.

He'd already torn through his tiny apartment, ripping the place apart from the inside, and it made him angry to look at the mess. A walk would probably help, but he was finding out quickly, that walks just made him angry as well.

But what was making him angriest of all was this sassy motherfucker thinking he could just spew out bullshit everywhere. Gamzee stalks over, shooting Kurt a glare.]

The fuck do you think you're doing, motherfucker?

[couragemantra]

Hm? [ Kurt paused, eyes wide as he stared at Gamzee. The Capricorn troll, apparently his patron or something ridiculous like that, wasn't looking too hot and had randomly insulted him, to boot. He took his ear buds out, but that only caused the music to flow through the air even clearer than it had before. ]

What did you just call me? Obviously I'm singing, sorry to have bothered you so much. [ Kurt rolled his eyes and made to get on his way. He didn't have time for this and wasn't friendly enough with Gamzee to care too much that he looked like crap tonight. Probably he just needed sleep and was in a bad mood. ]

[shieldedvirtue]