02-20-2019, 01:40 AM
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 can we just quit breathing â€â€
[table]The tensity developing in the air did not quite ripen to fruition. Rin's ears in kind with his cheeks were kindling, his muzzled seething rested on Brendan. That heat obstructed his senses, unaware of Hayley moving towards them until he felt a large coat draped on his freezing form. Before Brendan, he knew he was cold and he knew that he needed warmth but his logic remained in error ever since reacting to being [i]greeted. Rin felt warm, not because he was sick, he was, but because he was still grasping to handle tempestuous emotions. And now this jacket wrapping around him made him want to immediately shed it.
His head whipped backwards to see who had strode up and mounted the insulated fabric over him. Fury glazed eyes sunk for a moment as the woman did not hold a lick of wary or caution. Just purpose, just something that made his anger revert back to the chimes of despair- Hazel eyes, ah, that's what it is. Name. The memory of his friend, that small eternity of sharing his gaze of knowing the end was near before it came. All hatred that was bristling had subsided for this time, his grip weakened and his rebelling muted. Brown discs sharing the depth of a black void simply drifted away from those hazel reminders and into an insignificant space before him. The stick he was still handling seemingly writhed and whisked itself free from his clutches. The mess [Rin] presented the two storming clouds a look of simple acknowledgement as storm brewer shamelessly poked him with his staff. It wasn't enough to push him back, but the message was clear. Something probably along the lines of "I don't like you" or even "You're an ass". And then the male was off to fulfill the woman's plead.
Rin was tired of caring about him and fixating expectations onto the guy, though he would still displace some of his anger on these Flintlockers. But now he found it difficult with a woman who held the same eyes as one of his friend's. He could have otherwise been speculating the worry in her voice and the alarm in her facial features. Another stranger had flanked alongside them too, a similar tone of willing to aid. Rin presumed that character was male, he wasn't really looking in that man's direction but forward and slowly losing himself in another repeat-hallucination. His feet persisted to sludge onward. Hayley really being the force that coaxed pitiful momentum of prints added into the snow.
[b]"Tell me you have a plan... tell me..."
"No Rin... not... not this time."
Rin swallowed, squeezing his eyes and then looked up, his friend. Name� Next to him was still the woman Hayley but Rin saw differently. He saw his friend, what was he doing here? But it wasn't him in all his glory, no. His battered mass, discolored flesh, the stains of blood and other fluid on his clothes the little clothes that were left on him. It was a horror, a nightmare and yet he found a slight of comfort knowing eh was there. But why like this? Why like this? He proceeded to ask Hayley in a mumbled mess questions he meant for name. "Why are you here? Why do you look like this? Are you coming back?"
His head whipped backwards to see who had strode up and mounted the insulated fabric over him. Fury glazed eyes sunk for a moment as the woman did not hold a lick of wary or caution. Just purpose, just something that made his anger revert back to the chimes of despair- Hazel eyes, ah, that's what it is. Name. The memory of his friend, that small eternity of sharing his gaze of knowing the end was near before it came. All hatred that was bristling had subsided for this time, his grip weakened and his rebelling muted. Brown discs sharing the depth of a black void simply drifted away from those hazel reminders and into an insignificant space before him. The stick he was still handling seemingly writhed and whisked itself free from his clutches. The mess [Rin] presented the two storming clouds a look of simple acknowledgement as storm brewer shamelessly poked him with his staff. It wasn't enough to push him back, but the message was clear. Something probably along the lines of "I don't like you" or even "You're an ass". And then the male was off to fulfill the woman's plead.
Rin was tired of caring about him and fixating expectations onto the guy, though he would still displace some of his anger on these Flintlockers. But now he found it difficult with a woman who held the same eyes as one of his friend's. He could have otherwise been speculating the worry in her voice and the alarm in her facial features. Another stranger had flanked alongside them too, a similar tone of willing to aid. Rin presumed that character was male, he wasn't really looking in that man's direction but forward and slowly losing himself in another repeat-hallucination. His feet persisted to sludge onward. Hayley really being the force that coaxed pitiful momentum of prints added into the snow.
[b]"Tell me you have a plan... tell me..."
"No Rin... not... not this time."
Rin swallowed, squeezing his eyes and then looked up, his friend. Name� Next to him was still the woman Hayley but Rin saw differently. He saw his friend, what was he doing here? But it wasn't him in all his glory, no. His battered mass, discolored flesh, the stains of blood and other fluid on his clothes the little clothes that were left on him. It was a horror, a nightmare and yet he found a slight of comfort knowing eh was there. But why like this? Why like this? He proceeded to ask Hayley in a mumbled mess questions he meant for name. "Why are you here? Why do you look like this? Are you coming back?"
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[b]Trigger Warnings
 sadness, mentions of violence, death, onset of depression & grieving
status
 left arm lame & infected, needs to be amputated
- might have hypothermia idk it's been 2 days?
 sadness, mentions of violence, death, onset of depression & grieving
status
 left arm lame & infected, needs to be amputated
- might have hypothermia idk it's been 2 days?