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paixaorpg2006-10-27 03:44 am
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Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day [Active]
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.
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.
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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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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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.