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vatheon2012-03-04 02:42 pm
fighting4afuture) wrote in vatheon2012-03-04 02:42 pm
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Who: Trunks Briefs and OPEN It's early though why would you be out 8|
Where: Phanga neighborhood, house 13
When: March 4th, around 6 AM, edit: Later scenario around 10 AM
Style: Starting in action, either is fine
Status: Open
[This whole week has been nothing but disaster in Trunks' opinion--he's ready to write the whole mess off and even more so when he feels himself getting ill.
Not that he's had much experience with it on his own--an illness would have to be serious to even make him feel woozy--but he's seen everyone else around him getting sick at one time or another, and he knows objectively speaking what it should feel like.
He's decided that first hand experience isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He's running a high fever and shivering, feeling paradoxically freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time, and thus has gathered every blanket he has in the house he claimed into his bedroom to make a sort of nest on the bed shoved into the corner, and is sleeping in it.
But not peacefully. Living the life he has, Trunks is prone to nightmares--his fever dreams are no better. His normal tight rein over his power is slipping as he runs and fights in the dream, not from nameless and faceless monsters, but from cruelly smirking faces that he's feared every day of his life.
The windows of his house start to shake with the power he's putting out, not enough to break through to Super Saiyan, he needs consciousness for that, but enough to cause spiderweb-crazed cracks in some of the panes and certainly to catch the attention of anyone passing by at the early hour.]
Later: [After the morning's display and going out to get medicine even though he's shaky as hell, Trunks is outside and floating in midair, trying to replace the broken window in his second floor bedroom.
He obviously should be resting--he's pale still, even after the medicine he took. It helped, but he has to take twice as much because it metabolizes out of his system so much faster.
Probably would've been a better idea to just cover up the window and wait till the curse was over, but he's a stubborn one.]
Where: Phanga neighborhood, house 13
When: March 4th, around 6 AM, edit: Later scenario around 10 AM
Style: Starting in action, either is fine
Status: Open
[This whole week has been nothing but disaster in Trunks' opinion--he's ready to write the whole mess off and even more so when he feels himself getting ill.
Not that he's had much experience with it on his own--an illness would have to be serious to even make him feel woozy--but he's seen everyone else around him getting sick at one time or another, and he knows objectively speaking what it should feel like.
He's decided that first hand experience isn't all that it's cracked up to be. He's running a high fever and shivering, feeling paradoxically freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time, and thus has gathered every blanket he has in the house he claimed into his bedroom to make a sort of nest on the bed shoved into the corner, and is sleeping in it.
But not peacefully. Living the life he has, Trunks is prone to nightmares--his fever dreams are no better. His normal tight rein over his power is slipping as he runs and fights in the dream, not from nameless and faceless monsters, but from cruelly smirking faces that he's feared every day of his life.
The windows of his house start to shake with the power he's putting out, not enough to break through to Super Saiyan, he needs consciousness for that, but enough to cause spiderweb-crazed cracks in some of the panes and certainly to catch the attention of anyone passing by at the early hour.]
Later: [After the morning's display and going out to get medicine even though he's shaky as hell, Trunks is outside and floating in midair, trying to replace the broken window in his second floor bedroom.
He obviously should be resting--he's pale still, even after the medicine he took. It helped, but he has to take twice as much because it metabolizes out of his system so much faster.
Probably would've been a better idea to just cover up the window and wait till the curse was over, but he's a stubborn one.]