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Please save me, I've been aching for too long

Sep 15, 2011 14:16

Who; Misaki and OPEN
What; Misaki’s hurt, sans tablet, and needs help.
Where; Between the residential area and marketplace
When; Thursday afternoon
Rating; PG-13
Status; Open and In Progress

( She's not got that much more to give... )

fatal frame iv: misaki asou, constantine: john constantine

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if you'd rather po or m, that's cool, hope this is okay...? satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 01:45:33 UTC

John seemed to be rid of his, or they just hadn't decided to follow him outside. No, Beeman and Hennessy and he had played cards most of the night, Chas whining the majority of it about not being able to play because John hadn't ever taught him how to. Eventually they turned it into a form of strip poker, and Chas had declared them all assholes when he was stripped down to nothing more than his boxers and socks ( ... )

s'all good! godlessblossom September 16 2011, 01:53:34 UTC

"S-Stop." She slapped at the man shaking her, her voice nowhere near her normal calm or even the heated anger usually sent in Constantine's direction. Each shake was just making things worse. She tried to clutch both hands to her bleeding stomach, could feel the liquid streaming to the ground, and it did not help that she was clutching the broken doll against her open wound. The stomach wound was wide, her friend had seen to that with a long drag after thrusting the blade into her. It hurt so bad.

Yes, the ghosts of her past had been left behind in her home but... Everything hurt. Her body was bruised, her mind close to shattered, and she couldn't help but cry because her trancelike state just would not come.

When had it become so hard to let go of everything and disconnect from reality?

"It hurts." She looked up to see who had hold of her but her sight was just too blurry.

satangotmylungs September 16 2011, 02:02:02 UTC

John looked down at her, at her bleeding, at her overall state of disconnect, and he couldn't care less what she thought of him. She could have hated him, she could have wanted to kill him-it didn't matter. John, despite all instances otherwise, was a true humanitarian at heart, and even had a softer spot of that in his bitter heart for women. But Misaki wasn't even that yet-she could claim to be more mature than anyone she ever met, ages 2-92(TM), but that didn't mean shit. Not here, not now.

Once her eyes were open, glossy as they were, she would find herself hefted up in surprisingly strong arms, one locking beneath her knees and the other holding around her torso without any sign of letting go. One suit had been ruined by Christine, and another would be ruined by the little Japanese girl with the social skills of an imbecile and an ego to match his own. "We're going to the clinic, hang in there," was all he said.

godlessblossom September 16 2011, 02:36:47 UTC

Her ears were straining, searching for some sign to help her figure out who was carrying her. She needed to know if she was safe or not. Technically the arms were masculine and the words were meant to sooth. Misaki lay unmoving in John's arms and tried not to feel.

It hurt.
Everything hurt.
Did he hurt?

She allowed herself to drop her mental barrier and could only hope to keep control of her abilities. Knowing the types of males brought to the Underworld the last thing she wanted, or needed, was to accidentally see a part of his past. There were things she would rather not know about the people in this place.

Misaki sighed as she found the skill she was searching for, her empathy latching on to his feelings in order to make them her own.

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