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paixaorpg2012-06-18 10:13 pm
littledevilscarlet) wrote in paixaorpg2012-06-18 10:13 pm
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Apparitions Stalk The Night [Active/Closed]
Character(s): Flandre Scarlet and a mysterious creature!
Content: Flan gets attacked in an alleyway.
Setting: Around the streets somewhere
Time: Late night, week 41
Warnings: Violence, slime, and a cranky vampire
That awful pain in her throat was growing worse and worse. Sleeping soundly had already become a far off wish, forcing Flandre to awaken suddenly and miserably in the night. She pulled the covers aside and shook as if cold; finally sneaking off through a window and into the cool night air. A brief concern flitted through her mind that Roderich might worry if he noticed-- but the second part of the thought answered the first. If he found out, and even if that became the case, she couldn't find it in herself to care just now. She needed out.
It was just as well, she told herself, that she be out and about during the night. She was, after all, nocturnal and even in this domed place with a fake sun and moon Flandre couldn't help flinching every day when she stepped out into the "sunlight". The light was uncomfortable and strange; but the night and quiet darkness? Welcoming and soothing. Something Flandre knew she desperately needed.
Spotting the darkest place she could find, an empty alleyway, she swooped down to make her landing. Her shoes clacked softly on the concrete beneath her, and after a few properly paranoid glances left and right, Flandre took the opportunity to grip her own painful, dry throat. She coughed and shuddered; a fist slammed at the building wall at her back, creating a generous-sized crunching dent in the surface. Oh, how she hated this pain; how she hated this place. Maybe if she focused hard enough she could level a good chunk of it-- but no. For once, that didn't sound like fun. It just sounded tiring. Right now, everything sounded tiring and since sleep was not forthcoming she could do nothing but stand here and claw at her thirst.
It felt like she was loosing her mind.... Or perhaps only what was left of it. Flandre never could quite tell. It had never honestly mattered before.
....Unfortunately, wrapped up in her own thoughts as she was, the girl failed to notice the strange spots of slime on the walls and ground around her.
Content: Flan gets attacked in an alleyway.
Setting: Around the streets somewhere
Time: Late night, week 41
Warnings: Violence, slime, and a cranky vampire
That awful pain in her throat was growing worse and worse. Sleeping soundly had already become a far off wish, forcing Flandre to awaken suddenly and miserably in the night. She pulled the covers aside and shook as if cold; finally sneaking off through a window and into the cool night air. A brief concern flitted through her mind that Roderich might worry if he noticed-- but the second part of the thought answered the first. If he found out, and even if that became the case, she couldn't find it in herself to care just now. She needed out.
It was just as well, she told herself, that she be out and about during the night. She was, after all, nocturnal and even in this domed place with a fake sun and moon Flandre couldn't help flinching every day when she stepped out into the "sunlight". The light was uncomfortable and strange; but the night and quiet darkness? Welcoming and soothing. Something Flandre knew she desperately needed.
Spotting the darkest place she could find, an empty alleyway, she swooped down to make her landing. Her shoes clacked softly on the concrete beneath her, and after a few properly paranoid glances left and right, Flandre took the opportunity to grip her own painful, dry throat. She coughed and shuddered; a fist slammed at the building wall at her back, creating a generous-sized crunching dent in the surface. Oh, how she hated this pain; how she hated this place. Maybe if she focused hard enough she could level a good chunk of it-- but no. For once, that didn't sound like fun. It just sounded tiring. Right now, everything sounded tiring and since sleep was not forthcoming she could do nothing but stand here and claw at her thirst.
It felt like she was loosing her mind.... Or perhaps only what was left of it. Flandre never could quite tell. It had never honestly mattered before.
....Unfortunately, wrapped up in her own thoughts as she was, the girl failed to notice the strange spots of slime on the walls and ground around her.