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paixaorpg2006-11-11 02:49 pm
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Luck? Yeah right. [completed]
Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~
Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.
Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.
He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~
Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.
Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.
He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.
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Only hardly able to move his fingers at the moment, Saitou lets them lift him from the chair and onto the gurney. The pressure on the back of his head feels rather unwelcome but he is sure he will get used to the feeling soon enough.
Saitou knows that Michael's whisper translates to something along the line of, 'don't try to get out of the hospital before the doctors let you or you'll die either from your injuries or from me,' but Saitou could care less. Of course, he is grateful to Michael, but he needs to find a way home soon or his wife will kill him.
Saitou keeps silent, giving Michael a smirk before closing his eyes and letting himself rest. He trusts the nurses enough. He wonders a little about whether he will open his eyes again but laughs mentally at how retarded he is to be thinking that way. He is Hajime Saitou. He doesn't die.