Sirius O. Black (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pad_foot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2010-10-16 19:08:00 |
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| Entry tags: | !closed, #complete, hermione watson, john watson, sirius black |
WHO: Sirius Black (kind of...), Hermione Granger and John Watson
WHAT: Sirius has an odd craving, and Hermione and John turn up to try and 'save him'. They're just a little late.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
WHERE: The Park.
RATING: PG-13 [violence]
STATUS: Complete
If Sirius had been capable of (his version of) logical thought right now, he would have made an excellent(ish) joke about his new friends being a little 'lifeless'. Or something to that respect. Okay. Admittedly, it needed work. But right at this moment, as had happened many times before, his joke-making ability had taken second place to his rumbling stomach. It was just the nature of the snack he fancied that was rather... different. Sirius Black had always been a little on the odd side, but he could honestly say that today was the first time he'd had a irresistible craving for some tasty human brains.
The thing which up until five minutes ago had been Sirius Black struggled forward, the arm where the bite had been placed hanging limply at his side as a strange, breathy gargle rattled up his throat. Just below the elbow, a set of teethmarks created a swollen, seeping wound, tinted somewhere between blue and green. The limited amount of colour had left his skin, leaving it gray, while his dark eyes were glassy and dead. Even his hair, his swooping, shiny pride and joy, had somehow become limp and lifeless. What was worse, the bright smile was gone, along with the spark of life which had made Padfoot so perky and charming and well... Sirius.
To be completely honest, if the young animagus had seen himself right now, he'd probably have begged for someone to blast his head off. He did not look good.
The smell of two new arrivals suddenly wafted over the park, and the small pack of walking dead turned, the empty shell that had been Sirius amongst them.
The thing which up until five minutes ago had been Sirius Black struggled forward, the arm where the bite had been placed hanging limply at his side as a strange, breathy gargle rattled up his throat. Just below the elbow, a set of teethmarks created a swollen, seeping wound, tinted somewhere between blue and green. The limited amount of colour had left his skin, leaving it gray, while his dark eyes were glassy and dead. Even his hair, his swooping, shiny pride and joy, had somehow become limp and lifeless. What was worse, the bright smile was gone, along with the spark of life which had made Padfoot so perky and charming and well... Sirius.
To be completely honest, if the young animagus had seen himself right now, he'd probably have begged for someone to blast his head off. He did not look good.
The smell of two new arrivals suddenly wafted over the park, and the small pack of walking dead turned, the empty shell that had been Sirius amongst them.