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paixaorpg2008-04-13 12:51 am
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Tired of Wall Art [Active]
Character(s): Keesling, King Mickey, Alice, Luffy
Content: Somebody finally un-stakes Keesling from the wall. Thank goodness.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Morning (after this thread - he's been on that wall all night)
Warnings: Um, a prinny has been staked to a wall here. Violence, I guess? :D;
It had been night when he'd died, Keesling remembered. It had been his seventh horrendous day that week. He remembered being publicly humiliated, having nowhere to turn...and then he remembered waking up the next morning in a body not his own, informed he had to atone for his sins, and meeting his squad. He remembered a razor had helped him along that turn of events.
But there was a difference between where he'd been then and where he was now. His death had been his own doing. Though it was shaped much the same way (a terrible day, humiliation, and blades), this - this situation he was in now - was not his fault.
That, of course, didn't change the fact that he was still staked to the wall in a relatively strange town, in so much pain he could barely think anymore and exhausted from standing stock-still all night - he couldn't lean at all, or the kunai keeping him against the wall would rip straight through his flippers. Not that they hadn't gone through his flippers already, but he just didn't want to make anything worse.
So he spent a sleepless night in a thick haze of pain, exhausted and tense all at once. The gate stayed open all night, but the guard never talked to him, never responded to his pleas for help. It was a very long time before the artificial sun rose - forever, to Keesling, and then forever again - and people began to stream through the gate again. Keesling shivered and whimpered as the motion pulled against the kunai in his flippers. He had to find somebody who wasn't blond. The blond people wouldn't help him.
"Help, dood," he finally managed, voice barely above a whisper. "Dood. Please. Dood."
[OOC: Description of injuries is as follows: one kunai in each flipper and each foot attaching him to the wall. Stab wounds in the left side and the stomach. About a half-dozen or so kunai stuck in the chest to form the shape of a heart. Covered in dripping pink paint. The poor prinny's been through the wringer. ^^;]
Content: Somebody finally un-stakes Keesling from the wall. Thank goodness.
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Morning (after this thread - he's been on that wall all night)
Warnings: Um, a prinny has been staked to a wall here. Violence, I guess? :D;
It had been night when he'd died, Keesling remembered. It had been his seventh horrendous day that week. He remembered being publicly humiliated, having nowhere to turn...and then he remembered waking up the next morning in a body not his own, informed he had to atone for his sins, and meeting his squad. He remembered a razor had helped him along that turn of events.
But there was a difference between where he'd been then and where he was now. His death had been his own doing. Though it was shaped much the same way (a terrible day, humiliation, and blades), this - this situation he was in now - was not his fault.
That, of course, didn't change the fact that he was still staked to the wall in a relatively strange town, in so much pain he could barely think anymore and exhausted from standing stock-still all night - he couldn't lean at all, or the kunai keeping him against the wall would rip straight through his flippers. Not that they hadn't gone through his flippers already, but he just didn't want to make anything worse.
So he spent a sleepless night in a thick haze of pain, exhausted and tense all at once. The gate stayed open all night, but the guard never talked to him, never responded to his pleas for help. It was a very long time before the artificial sun rose - forever, to Keesling, and then forever again - and people began to stream through the gate again. Keesling shivered and whimpered as the motion pulled against the kunai in his flippers. He had to find somebody who wasn't blond. The blond people wouldn't help him.
"Help, dood," he finally managed, voice barely above a whisper. "Dood. Please. Dood."
[OOC: Description of injuries is as follows: one kunai in each flipper and each foot attaching him to the wall. Stab wounds in the left side and the stomach. About a half-dozen or so kunai stuck in the chest to form the shape of a heart. Covered in dripping pink paint. The poor prinny's been through the wringer. ^^;]
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This time, she was at Muspelheim gate. She found that revisiting the gates from time to time gave her a little more information about what was happening around her. Not that the guards impressed her of course: they were still the inattentive, mindless habitants of a very strange world. Which was why the moan for help did not go escaped by Alice's ears. She turned, and beheld a rather bothersome sight.
It looked like a penguin, but then, penguins hardly frequented places like these, did they? No, he was most certainly one of the people pulled here, and by the look of things, what happened to him was not a common occurrence. It had the stink of an Organization member, all right. But this member had been rather monstrous, Alice certainly knew that. She hadn't seen cruelty this bad since the Hatter to his friends in her world. The penguin thing looked to have been painted, then viciously spiked to the wall, thought it was the faux heart that tipped Alice off that this was Organization meddling.
Disgusting. Alice clenched her fist a moment. Oh, she'd find THIS one, that was for sure. If she liked pain, Alice would show this person what happened when they inflicted such a severe level of craziness to others.
"You are hurt," Alice said simply. She reached into the folds of her dress, and pulled out a triangular looking object. "Meta-essence. The taste will not be to your liking, but it will let the pain subside a bit. I'm going to try to free you now, and I will do my best to be as delicate as possible."
Alice slowly started with the flippers.