InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Wash behind your ears!!"

Okami Ametarasu (okamiofthesun) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 16:53:00

Current mood:	anxious
Entry tags:	!dropped, amaterasu, day 11, location: gym, open, sid jenkins

When others tell you to turn around...
Who: Amaterasu and OTA (Sid or Tink, maybe?)
What: She's surveying what damage is done to everyone, and how she can help out.
When: Day 11. 9 am-ish?
Where: Gym
Rating: TBA, probably not very high, though.
Status: Active

It had been worse than Ammy imagined, the earthquakes, anyway. Lots of blood, and just about every trail, blood or just words, led her towards the gym. Her head swirled with possibilities, and none of them were filled with sunshine and happiness.

She wormed herself through the wreckage of the opening, with little damage done to her slowly healing leg and back. Once she was able to move around without too much of a noticable limp, she walked as best she could towards the area where the injured were, and as careful and quiet as a moonless night, krept through the rows of cots for the injured or even familiar faces; or, if someone just needed a faithful companion.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

inmyownworld
2009-06-18 02:34 am UTC (link)

L woke up, feeling sick and spent from the night before. Things were bad enough with his injury, but Laura's visit had been trying and disturbing in multiple ways. His bid at romance was falling apart, in a very literal sense, with Jay, Gambit, and Merope suddenly making appearances in what L had blithely assumed was a perfectly monogamous relationship. He still didn't understand why Merope kissing him while he was in pain was anything like Laura flirting while he was afraid that they'd never see each other again, or why Laura was angry about the fact that Merope had reached out to him the way she had, simply to ensure that he was not alone.

He was alone, now. Laura was gone, with the morning light, and a sleepy, exhausted daze seemed to hang over the gym. There were so many injured people... drifting in and out of lucid thought, L idly picked up his journal and began drawing pictures of turbellarians all over his journal. Narcotics made him do and say some strange things, but this morning, he was glad for the distraction. Turbellarians were non-parasitic Platyhelminthes, after all, and the more he thought about the way his relationship with Laura looked, the more his already strong self-hatred clenched around his rib cage. He was a parasite, just like the maggots and worms that were making homes in his lover. He was hurting her by keeping her from her true nature, and living off her at the same time. Maybe she would have been happier without him.

He was too busy drawing flatworms to notice that, during the night, the dental floss in his side had slipped slightly, and that he was starting to bleed again.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

okamiofthesun
2009-06-19 10:00 pm UTC (link)

After Amaterasu had finished talking with Sid, she continued her soft, quiet walk through the injured who were sleeping, almost like a gargoyle (not that she was some piece of stone that was only kept for some decor, superstition, or some sort of fancy) that would go to the ends of her very existence for their safety.

And this was pretty much a slap in her face. Amaterasu was supposed to be a god, capable of defeating darkness itself; she should have been able to stop this cruelty before it even started, yet, she couldn't do a damn thing. The past day had rattled her into unease. Indeed, she was still worried, and hoped that the ones would be able to get along without her help -- No, she was certain that they would.

Carefully walking through the rows of cots, she hesitated (on her hurt leg, no less) when she smelled blood, new, apparantly. Her eyes turned, almost like lightening, towards L, not to suprise or alarm, but out of unease. When she located the bleeding wound, Ammy began walking towards
him, keeping mind of sleeping or those that didn't want attention.

"Your side. It's bleeding," She told him softly, pointing towards the wound. Ammy kept her voice calm, gentle, and soft, so she hopefully wouldn't bother anyone else around him.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

inmyownworld
2009-06-20 10:37 am UTC (link)

L stopped drawing worms for a moment, his pencil wavering above the paper, as his turned his eyes toward a young Asian woman he hadn't met before. She was very pretty, and despite a hurt leg, she seemed to be going around and seeing what she could do to help the gym's many wounded. That included L, of course, but he didn't think he needed help... until she pointed out that he was bleeding. After almost two days of it, however, it wasn't so much shocking as exhausting and frustrating. He wanted to know that he would mend so that he could help Laura; he didn't want to keep coming undone and slipping backwards. In short, he didn't want to die.

He rested a hand against the crescent-shaped wound, sighing deeply. "Sorry to impose... but could you help me, if you're able? This has happened a few times..."

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -