Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day [Active]

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Character(s): Kuro, and anyone else who wants to join.
Content: You know those extremely bad days that just keep getting worse? Kuro's having one of them. Leg injuries included.
Setting: Just outside of the Niflheim area [I7/I8]
Time: Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Warnings: None, other than bad upon worse events.

Every time he convinced himself that the day wouldn’t get any worse, something bad happened. He didn’t even have to speak the words out loud for karma to cast its curse upon him. Kuro had thought it was a horrible day to begin with, but by now he pondered on how he under exaggerated the word ‘horrible’.  He may have bad days in his life but none of them were much in comparison to this day in particular.

The bad luck seemed to come with the rain, and Kuro wondered slightly if maybe June was frolicking around the area. It never got this wet unless she was around, as rain seemed to follow whenever the other cousin went outside. Yet, this type of rain didn’t seem too characteristic of June’s – her rain was usually a light rain. A light rain was something he could handle, but it whatever was causing it to rain this time would not give him that luxury.

No. 

It had to catch him off guard, without a form of shelter to hide under or even an umbrella.  Then it decided that it wouldn’t just come with a light downpour but cause the water to come down in bucket loads – effectively soaking him. He had tried to hide from it somewhere, attempted to open doors but most of them were not giving him an invitation to enter. He swore whatever was here was plotting against him for some reason, and maybe that he was the reason that they had locked their doors. In any other situation, he might have been amused by the fact that he could cause such fear. However, at this point and time, the whole thing proved to be nothing more than a pain in the rear end.

By the time he had actually found an open door, his body was shivering almost non-stop and his nose seemed to be doing the same in the running department. As soon as he managed to get in, he slammed the door behind him before looking around. The room itself was almost in the same shape as he was, with chairs turned over and most of the items in the room either laying in a disarray on the floor or in pieces. This was definitely not the work of a cousin, Kuro pinpointed that easily as his eyes continued to scan for people. They seemed to have all but vanished and Kuro couldn’t help to wonder curiously what had happened to them.

Of course, right when he thought of this, he had heard a scream outside. While he was, in no way, going to go outside, curiosity managed to drag him to the nearby window. At first, he had not been able to see anything but the empty streets outside but then he caught something far out, at the corner of the street he had previously been walking.

A person being assaulted by what seemed to be a creature of some sort. Before he could get a better look, however, the ground started to shake – and he was thrown off his feet onto the ground. He landed ungracefully upon his behind after colliding with a turned over chair. As the room continued to shake, he stayed on the ground – half in order to keep himself from falling again and half because he couldn’t get up – even if he had wanted to do so. For soon after he had fallen, the chair had fallen smack on top of his right leg.

The quake continued for a few moments, and in those few moments – through the pain, he questioned to himself what kind of thing could have caused such a quake. Was this place prone to bad weather or something?

Even after the quake had stopped, he didn’t get any answers. All he seemed to have obtained was a badly bruised leg that, even after the chair was removed – refused to move itself. As he tried to move his leg, pain shot down from it and caused him to cry out. After a few times of repeating this process, he gave up on attempting to move the limb. His back pressed up against one of the walls, he clenched his teeth in both discomfort and distress.

Great.

Just great.

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Amy was walking home from work, even though her boss had said to stay where she was because of the monsters. They had lost one employee to the monsters when he went to take out the trash. She had been just about to walk down the street her house was on when the ground shook and knocked her over on her hands and knees. She winced a little, the shock of the unsteadiness of the ground unnerving her even more than the monsters did. She was about to get up when another wave of groundshaking sent her off balance.

When the shaking finally stopped, she cautiously walked down the middle of the street. Hoping and praying not to get attacked by the monsters even though she was an open target.

She got to her house and was about to put her key in the lock when the door, slid open. She stared through the open door for a few moments. "Dad and Michael would never leave the door unlocked," she mumbled. The place was a mess. She stepped inside, looking around and calling, “Dad? Michael?” Her family wasn’t in sight. However she did see something unusual bracing itself against a wall. It wore dark clothes with red and its hair was dark and fluffy. That would make it a foreigner. She grinned a little to herself.

She walked over to the foreign person, a boy, she guessed since it seemed to wear pants. She crouched down, and brushing her hair over an ear, "I'm Amy. What's wrong?"

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Although he needed the help, he had no way of obtaining it right now. Sure, he could have yelled for help but from the looks of it, the house had been abandoned by whatever residents were in it. Either that, or the creature from earlier had managed to get them. As he thought of the creatures more and more, he started to wonder if the creature was still alive. If it was, it might find a way into the house and attempt attacking him as it did the person outside. Upon this thought, he tensed even more, his eyes veered towards the door.

He sat like this for several moments while his mind attempted to formulate some kind of plan incase one came in. Yet, his mind was failing him at the moment, in-between the pain in his leg and the sudden sense of fatigue that had come over him, no thanks to the bitter cold. By the time the door slid open the paranoia nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. He had managed to withstand the need to make a verbal outburst though, figuring that it would only cause unneeded attention. (This was actually based off the logic of television shows, seeing as the enemy always finds their victim when they make unwanted noises.)

Instead, he simply waited, attempting to keep silent as though silence would make him invisible. There was no way of him being able to fight in this condition and he wasn’t stupid enough to attempt anything that would get him into a battle. Yet, a battle or struggle seemed almost inevitable as footsteps made their way into the house.

He was in for somewhat of a shocker though, and for once his luck had not failed him. The one who came through the door was not the creature but instead a fairly young human female.

While his fears dissipated, he couldn’t help but to feel somewhat disappointed in himself for actually feeling somewhat afraid. He had thought it would be the creature but instead it had been a young girl, and all this cautious thought seemed foolish of him now. His pride had gone through some considerable bruising today, and this was simply adding onto that damage.

So he tried his best to muster whatever pride he had left, deciding to attempt to play himself off as fine. It was a stupid idea but he would be stubborn for the sake of his dying pride. He didn’t need help from this girl, he could take care of himself perfectly fine. At least, this is what he tried to convince himself.

“It’s nothing…” He muttered, shaking his head before doing probably one of the more dumb moves he had tried all day. Somewhere in his mind, he was probably fully aware that he couldn’t walk on his leg but for this moment he had temporarily forgotten that fact. With his hands pressed against the wall, Kuro tried to stand up on his leg. His efforts were rewarded with a wave of throbbing pain through his leg and a loss of balance that caused him to fall straight back to the ground with a yelp.

Well that didn’t go exactly how he had wanted it to.

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"You're like my brother," Amy bubbled after the boy tried to stand up and toppled over again. He was very proud, just like Michael. She smiled, going to the closet and pulling out a crutch of her brother's.

She turned back to the fluffy haired boy, "It's this or I help you up. You can choose."

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Kuro couldn't fathom how he could be like some human's brother, especially one that looked nothing like him. If he had thought of it deeper, prehaps he would have come to the correct conclusion that she meant something else. However, his attention quickly turned to the wooden object that the lady was offering him. He had remembered Opeo carrying such a thing around before and using it, and he had figured it had to be associated with being ill. He hadn't used one in his life so he couldn't say what his cousin used it for until now.

From the sounds of it, it was something comparable to having someone pick you up. However, he couldn't exactly understand how putting your weight on a stick was going to stabilize someone like it did Opeo but he would try it anyway. It was better than having some female carry him around. The mere thought of being carried by anyone made his stomach churn, and especially a female human.

"...I'll take that..." He gestured towards the oddly shaped stick, still unsure of what to call it.

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Amy smiled, crouching down to hand the crutch to the boy. "It's called a crutch," she said helpfully.

She stood up, fixing chairs and carefully doing what she could to get the room to look like it was relatively liveable. Then turned to see if the boy had figured out the crutch yet

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The device he had been handed was called a crutch, was it? Kuro would definitely remember the name of this wooden stick. Still, now that he had a name for it, it was time for him to use the object. However, the problem was he had absolutely no clue as to how to use it. After being given the crutch he had finally realized a vital point he had missed – the fact that it was different from the stick that Opeo used.

It didn’t have any padding on the top of it, for one, and it did not have the same design either, lacking certain things that his cousin’s crutch had. Kuro wondered if it worked in a similar way as Opeo’s and thus attempted to use it in the same way. He put the handle under his armpit and attempted to rise like that, but found the stick to be too small for him to do that. After a second fall, he realized he had to figure out how to place the crutch properly before standing. Using his hands to grip the handle this time, he attempted to stand.

To his amazement, he was able to stand – although it almost seemed as though he was going to fall at any second. The pain that coursed through his leg as he did this wasn’t pleasant easier, but to Kuro, anything was better than help from this girl. That thought was wavering a bit as pain continued spiking up his leg. The feeling in his leg distracted him from being able to actually figure out how to work out the crutch properly by the time Amy looked back at him.

It was a sickening thought to him, but he knew he might actually need help at this point.

(( OOC: I hope this finally posts this time. ))

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. She sighed, looking over at him. The boy had managed to stand, although a bit shakily His struggle was not as masked as it had been before either. She then realized that she was ordering this all wrong. What she would give for her mother or her father to be there to actually be helping her with this. Eh…well, she’d make up for messing up as well as likely embarrassing him in this process. Working at a restaurant with a bakery certainly had its benefits. She frowned, going over, and wrapping his arm about her shoulders as best she could, helping him to the couch, which was more or less undamaged. “Put your weight on your good foot, when we walk,” she instructed calmly, as she helped him move, “You just want to swing your hurt leg forward.” After getting him seated, she smiled, moving one of the pillows under his injured foot. She went back to the kitchen, carefully filling a tea kettle with water before putting it on the stove to warm and then digging through the pantry. She knew they had a package of cookies from the bakery somewhere.

Finally she found them. She got out a serving plate and arranged cookies on it, before turning back to the tea kettle and turning off the stove and making hot chocolate for the two of them, adding a bit of milk to the hot chocolate to cool it.

Amy grinned bringing out a wooden serving tray with the snack on it, "We'll take a snack break and then I'll show you how to use the crutch. Sound like a deal?"

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Being embraced by someone of the opposite gender was the exact thing Kuro had been trying avoid. He needed help, certainly, but he wasn’t expecting his arm to be slung around her shoulders and Amy’s arm to be place on his back. He felt nauseated at the mere touch, and he desperately wanted to pull away from the other. However, he did have the common sense to follow her instructions for as long as it took to get to the couch. The moment they got to the couch he had instantly taken his arm off the other’s shoulders. He wasn’t going to touch a girl longer than he had to – and certainly this was no exception.

As he sat on the couch, he felt quite ashamed at himself for being so weak. He couldn’t even stand without the help of a human girl. He cringed at the thought of what the other cousins might think if they found him here. Certainly his reputation with them would be ruined. He fidgeted slightly, wanting desperately just to be able to be able to walk out of the house.

That’s when he noticed something strange in the back pocket of his pants. Curiously, he shifted so that he could take the object out of the pocket and he found himself moments later dangling a rectangular object above his lap. Awkward. He thought he had already discarded the rectangle… thing. This was not the only thing that surprised him – for the object seemed in almost perfect condition, even after he had fallen. What was this thing, anyway?

His question and curiosity was abandoned moments later, though, in favor of the tray of sweets in the human girl’s hands. Apparently, she was offering him sweets in order to make up for the … touching earlier. Under most any other circumstance, Kuro wouldn’t have budged at the sight of cookies and instead would have waited for more treats to sweeten the deal. This time was different though – he hadn’t eaten all day, and those cookies were very appealing to his empty stomach.

“Fine…” He muttered again, agreeing to the girl’s terms. While he disliked the sounds of having to do anything with the crutch again, the sweets she offered were tempting enough at the moment to sway him.

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Amy smiled, putting down the tray of sweets near the boy and sitting down on the floor. She figured it would be better not to bother him so much. SHe glanced at the journal next to him, slipping out her own...seemed best to put up a notice looking for her parents and sibling... It was likely she could stay around here for a few more days. She also typed up a personal entry onto her journal before closing it and taking one of the mugs and a cookie for herself.

She finished her drink and cookie and waited for him to be done eating. She'd help him with the crutch after he was done. She'd answer any questions she could, if he asked her too.