Show me your inner self... [Closed]

[inyourmidst]

Characters: Gin, Shinjiro, and later Cirucci.
Content: The drugs are starting to lose their effect, so Gin has offered to help Shinji find other ways of keeping his Persona under control; namely giving it an outlet of violence.
Setting: In a clearing, a reasonable hike from the fairgrounds.
Time: Mid- to late-afternoon.
Warnings: Sparring and

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[swallow_wing]

"What the--"

Cirucci's head whipped around as she heard a groan, standing slowly as her eyes adjusted to the panicked scene playing in front of her. One of the cronies had collapsed to the ground, hands covering his head for a reason Cirucci quickly calculated: a gleam of sunlight bouncing off metal, something large, heavy--

She squinted, trying to decipher the weapon despite the obscuring flash of white that left strains of color dancing over her vision. A tilt of her head was a change of perspective enough: it was an axe, she realized, and then, cynically, a rescuer has arrived. She shifted her glance upwards. The scene couldn't have been more perfect: the late afternoon sun still poked through the trees, spilling past the foliage and clinging to the intruder's frame in a most inconsistent kind of illumination

WELL NOW I GET TO BE SORRY ;0;

[swallow_wing]

She didn't find his joke very funny at all. Her expression begrudged the sentiment, breaking her otherwise perfect role with traces of frustration and anger. But she kept her voice even. "I'd rather not. That bastard got more of a feel than he should have as it is."

She lifted a hand to brush lightly over her neck, cringing just slightly-though whether from the pain, or from a mental image of what her neck must look like, Cirucci herself wasn't even sure. She could feel the numerous nicks, the thin little interruptions of otherwise smooth skin. She didn't even want to think about her dress. At least she didn't put on one of her favorites, knowing what she was going to get herself into