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mayfield_rpg2012-02-01 02:22 am
tsukihime) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-01 02:22 am
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31st Blood | Hodgepodge [Morning of February 1st]
[Action | Outside Mayfield hospital]
[The "patients" have been dropped off yet again...and amongst them is a blonde woman who...really can't move very well.
As others walk away, blearily heading toward their own assigned homes, one sits amongst them on the ground.
Arcueid, who's been cut into 17 pieces and re-assembled into the worst configuration imaginable, writhes on the ground. Limbs in improper places, ears and other sections also mismatched. The only thing that was placed correctly is the fact that her head is still on top of it all. Still, she can't really move.
Worse yet...her current state has diminished her power even further. She's beginning to slip to her hunger for blood. Through it all, despite her status of what she is...she is falling to absolute panic. She doesn't know what to do, she can't move and she can't control herself.
There's only one thing she CAN do. Only one person she trusts she can call out for. The same as she had done in the recovery room...she now finds herself calling out for this one person. The only person she knows will know what to do. Her voice is raspy, weak, and strained...but she puts every ounce of what she has into it.]
CIEL!!! Please...Ciel...please...
Kill me. Please...please come kill me.
[The "patients" have been dropped off yet again...and amongst them is a blonde woman who...really can't move very well.
As others walk away, blearily heading toward their own assigned homes, one sits amongst them on the ground.
Arcueid, who's been cut into 17 pieces and re-assembled into the worst configuration imaginable, writhes on the ground. Limbs in improper places, ears and other sections also mismatched. The only thing that was placed correctly is the fact that her head is still on top of it all. Still, she can't really move.
Worse yet...her current state has diminished her power even further. She's beginning to slip to her hunger for blood. Through it all, despite her status of what she is...she is falling to absolute panic. She doesn't know what to do, she can't move and she can't control herself.
There's only one thing she CAN do. Only one person she trusts she can call out for. The same as she had done in the recovery room...she now finds herself calling out for this one person. The only person she knows will know what to do. Her voice is raspy, weak, and strained...but she puts every ounce of what she has into it.]
CIEL!!! Please...Ciel...please...
Kill me. Please...please come kill me.