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vatheon2012-12-19 07:34 pm
not_heavens_adam) wrote in vatheon2012-12-19 07:34 pm
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Who: Johnny and Serph, Ky, Rinoa, and Sola
Where: ...somewhere between the park and Phanga 13
When: Backdated to the 11th
Style: However you all want, I'll match <3
Status: Closed
[Well....it could have been worse? He had gotten what he'd wanted, Barry's promise that he wouldn't hurt Johnny's family and, as many faults as they had, demon's stuck to their word and that was what mattered.
And, really, he could be lying in the grass somewhere! Instead he was making his way home...slowly. He'd long since discarded the 'napkin' he'd made, the blood having already soaked it to uselessness. That was the worst thing: He'd felt worse the first time he'd done this back home, but the blood was still steadily trickling from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ear; he could taste it and, when it's your own, it loses its appeal.
After a few more staggering steps, he paused and leaned against a building. He'd just...wait a moment, then keep going. He should probably get some water...but how was he supposed to go in somewhere when he kind've looked like he'd just killed someone? That probably wouldn't go over well.
No, he'd just wait a little here and then make his way back to the house...at least he'd made it to the lower district, mostly there!]
Where: ...somewhere between the park and Phanga 13
When: Backdated to the 11th
Style: However you all want, I'll match <3
Status: Closed
[Well....it could have been worse? He had gotten what he'd wanted, Barry's promise that he wouldn't hurt Johnny's family and, as many faults as they had, demon's stuck to their word and that was what mattered.
And, really, he could be lying in the grass somewhere! Instead he was making his way home...slowly. He'd long since discarded the 'napkin' he'd made, the blood having already soaked it to uselessness. That was the worst thing: He'd felt worse the first time he'd done this back home, but the blood was still steadily trickling from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ear; he could taste it and, when it's your own, it loses its appeal.
After a few more staggering steps, he paused and leaned against a building. He'd just...wait a moment, then keep going. He should probably get some water...but how was he supposed to go in somewhere when he kind've looked like he'd just killed someone? That probably wouldn't go over well.
No, he'd just wait a little here and then make his way back to the house...at least he'd made it to the lower district, mostly there!]
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[Especially where someone like Barry is involved.]