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waitsforbrotherWarning: Lots of imagery of blood...probably not suitable for kids
Effects: (optional) A strong sense of hunger, agonizing pain, feeling of being restrained, smell of blood and maybe a metallic taste
There's nothing but darkness, so dark that nothing could be made out. And since sight could not be used, the other senses were heightened.
Drip,drip, drip
A fluid plummeting to the ground in small, constant amounts.The sound of that echoes,bouncing off the walls and resonating within the space. The sound of the dripping grew louder, becoming more apparent.
But it wasn't only the sound, but the smell of it ,too. A coppery, rustic one that hung in the air and lingered. It was almost teasing, how the metallic smell took up the space. And to add to the insult, the smell was strong enough for it to be tasted. Mingling with memory of the tongue.
The urge to go after the source of the sound and aroma followed soon after, but any movement to go towards it was negated by this pressure placed on the body. Hindering it from moving anywhere. Making the whole predicament worse, being stuck in the middle of the assault of senses. Hearing, sight, and sound all doing it's part to torture.
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The dream is cut short when the dreamberry is thrown off the edge of what appears to be a bed. It hit the floor with a clatter, but fell onto it's back so it continued to record. A dark figure emerges from the bed, clutching at his stomach and staggering as it got its footing. However, that seemed difficult, so the figure allowed himself to lean on a nearby wall for support. The figure picked up his head, realizing that the dreamberry is on. He stumbled over to it, shutting off the device.
Effects: (optional) A strong sense of hunger, agonizing pain, feeling of being restrained, smell of blood and maybe a metallic taste
There's nothing but darkness, so dark that nothing could be made out. And since sight could not be used, the other senses were heightened.
Drip,drip, drip
A fluid plummeting to the ground in small, constant amounts.The sound of that echoes,bouncing off the walls and resonating within the space. The sound of the dripping grew louder, becoming more apparent.
But it wasn't only the sound, but the smell of it ,too. A coppery, rustic one that hung in the air and lingered. It was almost teasing, how the metallic smell took up the space. And to add to the insult, the smell was strong enough for it to be tasted. Mingling with memory of the tongue.
The urge to go after the source of the sound and aroma followed soon after, but any movement to go towards it was negated by this pressure placed on the body. Hindering it from moving anywhere. Making the whole predicament worse, being stuck in the middle of the assault of senses. Hearing, sight, and sound all doing it's part to torture.
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The dream is cut short when the dreamberry is thrown off the edge of what appears to be a bed. It hit the floor with a clatter, but fell onto it's back so it continued to record. A dark figure emerges from the bed, clutching at his stomach and staggering as it got its footing. However, that seemed difficult, so the figure allowed himself to lean on a nearby wall for support. The figure picked up his head, realizing that the dreamberry is on. He stumbled over to it, shutting off the device.
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Date: 2011-05-14 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-14 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-14 02:30 am (UTC)[private]
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Date: 2011-05-14 02:36 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2011-05-15 12:37 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2011-05-15 02:02 am (UTC)...just hungry. But it's not something that can be sated with food.
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Date: 2011-05-15 02:14 am (UTC)[private]
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Date: 2011-05-15 02:23 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2011-05-15 02:34 am (UTC)[A long pause here.]
Kio? Can I really trust you?
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Date: 2011-05-15 02:51 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2011-05-15 03:03 am (UTC)...I need your help. But only if you want to. Don't agree now, wait until I see you in personal.I rather not say over the phone.
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Date: 2011-05-16 11:08 pm (UTC)((ooc: would you like switch to action or a log?))
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Date: 2011-05-17 12:07 am (UTC)[On second thought maybe he should tell him to arm himself. Then again, Kamui didn't want to scare the artist.]
((OOC: Action tags are fine.))
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Date: 2011-05-17 11:06 pm (UTC)He was worried about Kamui, the other had always been somewhat stoic but there was always something else there as well. However on the feed that seemed to have changed.]
Kamu-chan?
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Date: 2011-05-18 03:11 am (UTC)He walked over the door and opened it.] Come in.
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Date: 2011-05-19 10:40 pm (UTC)So how can I help?
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Date: 2011-05-20 12:41 am (UTC)Sit down,please. [He closes the door and make his way over to Kio, but he doesn't sit. Instead, he stands, but he keeps a distance from the blood. He crosses his arms over his stomach as he looked at Kio seriously.]
There's something you should know about me. I'm not exactly human. Actually, I'm not human at all.
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Date: 2011-05-20 02:02 am (UTC)What do you mean, of course you're human. [He'd know that people often referred to themselves as monsters, but to say not human at all seemed a bit drastic.] Kamu-chan is a good person.
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Date: 2011-05-20 02:14 am (UTC)[He tried to figure out a better why to explain this. He was sure Kio had heard of what he was, but he was sure they were differences in his world.]
Have you heard of, a vampire?
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