Tired of Wall Art [Active]

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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. ^^;]

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[the-mouseking.livejournal.com]

Mickey breathed a sigh of relief, both at seeing that Keesling's wounds were closed and the young man in the straw hat seemed much more amiable now. He listened grimly to what Alice had to say, reflecting that there were undoubtedly many more people who had been hurt by Larxene's cruelty. "Somethin's gonna have to be done about her," he said, his voice sounding much darker than usual, at least for that moment.

Mickey glanced up at the young man and returned his smile. "This old thing? It's just a disguise, that's all. Though I guess with the Organization bein' so notorious around here, maybe I ought not ta wear it."

[stretchmeout.livejournal.com]

Luffy, after taking a brief, quiet moment to inspect the spot where the precious little Prinny had been precariously pinned, let out another little peal of laughter at Mickey's concise explanation. "That's probably a good idea; you should ditch that thing before somebody else makes a mistake!"

For someone who had just made a rather humbling mistake, Luffy seemed to be in good spirits. He felt a little down that, once again, he had tried to take on an Organization member and come up...

Luffy quickly threw the brakes on his train of thought and glanced down at Mickey, a good few feet smaller than him.

...yes, once again, he had come up short.

"I've been looking for those guys for a while now," he continued, curling his lips distastefully. He immediately returned the smile to his face, however, as a strangely more cheerful thought sprang to mind. "So I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to fight you. Maybe I'll get it right next time."