02-20-2019, 07:19 AM
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 can we just quit breathing â€â€
[table]Around him, the environment was slowing and feeling was numb, he no longer felt hot or cold. His friend wasn't answering any of his questions now despite the numerous ones Rin implored to him. The ghastly figure just stared back at him with those hazel orbs. And then they quit sharing Rin's gaze and looked forward in the direction they were moving. Rin would have been hysterical if not for how exhausted and afflicted he was, what would have been yells and cries out for [i]Name were repetitive whispers churning out in uneven breaths. Saltwater prickled at the rims of his eyes before slipping down and becoming silent salt-falls. His head had been lolling and when he picked it up to look up again it was the woman, his friend no longer there at all. His footfalls became less and lesser, barely attempting to offer any stride at all. The halting was proving obvious and the urgency in the woman was felt through hasted breaths and slight shoves to encourage him to keep going. But he didn't want to, where did he go? Name? A few more light pushes and futile nudges to the statue, dazed and suffocating in thought. And he crumpled.
Hands, or rather his right hand caught the white crystal powder flattened onto the ground, while imbalanced his left side teetered over onto a majority of his limp arm. the impact may have stung and sent some shock through him but he was too overwhelmed with whatever he had been seeing prior. [b]"What is this," he half sneered and half whined. He was incredulous, "what's going on? I just where did he go? And where is she at?" He knew, he knew where they were, if only a clear head he could confirm his own questions. His ears caught more footsteps, new ones hurrying over. Rin's head swiveled to perceive who it could be, one of them. Of course it wasn't, a new face with blue eyes and a mane of dark colored locks.
"I'm Mickey, I'm going to help patch up that arm," He bored his lifeless blank discs into the man before him. Then he tentatively moved to review the arm he could only be referring to, his left. He dug his vision into it as if he had X-ray sight, recalling the reality of events. How he traveled for two days ill-equipped in this winter wasteland, those being just after the fact his friends had been bodied. The arm having faced the most severe of the wrath from those strangers, and then quite possibly infected with tissues and cells dying. He stared at it utterly still-faced, then he grimaced, and then he laughed. It was a pitiful, disgusting, and disturbing sound; through the ll chuckling he managed to offer some means of helpful information, "It's It's been tw-hoo two days and I finally found your your stupid freakingâ€â€" he screamed in frustration. Not once but several times, that anger suddenly returning but also using up even more of the little energy he held. His voice was ragged from the strain on his vocals and he sputtered out quietly, "Only now we finally found you guys."
They may have had something to say about his episode, but he was to tired to care again. His whole body felt numb now and after they had made it into the lodge Rin attempt to shed the jacket off not really interested in wearing it any longer. There was a fire going in a fireplace, the crackling a succulent sound to his ears. It was inviting him to sleep, and he invited himself to rest in an armed, sofa chair. His hair was wet from the flakes of ice and snow melting after finding a home in his mane. His eyes dried by dehydration and fatigue closed, heavy. The fire's light cast upon the objects, people, and walls in the room creating shadows that dance with it's counterpart. Now if everyone would leave him maybe he could just sleep forever.
Hands, or rather his right hand caught the white crystal powder flattened onto the ground, while imbalanced his left side teetered over onto a majority of his limp arm. the impact may have stung and sent some shock through him but he was too overwhelmed with whatever he had been seeing prior. [b]"What is this," he half sneered and half whined. He was incredulous, "what's going on? I just where did he go? And where is she at?" He knew, he knew where they were, if only a clear head he could confirm his own questions. His ears caught more footsteps, new ones hurrying over. Rin's head swiveled to perceive who it could be, one of them. Of course it wasn't, a new face with blue eyes and a mane of dark colored locks.
"I'm Mickey, I'm going to help patch up that arm," He bored his lifeless blank discs into the man before him. Then he tentatively moved to review the arm he could only be referring to, his left. He dug his vision into it as if he had X-ray sight, recalling the reality of events. How he traveled for two days ill-equipped in this winter wasteland, those being just after the fact his friends had been bodied. The arm having faced the most severe of the wrath from those strangers, and then quite possibly infected with tissues and cells dying. He stared at it utterly still-faced, then he grimaced, and then he laughed. It was a pitiful, disgusting, and disturbing sound; through the ll chuckling he managed to offer some means of helpful information, "It's It's been tw-hoo two days and I finally found your your stupid freakingâ€â€" he screamed in frustration. Not once but several times, that anger suddenly returning but also using up even more of the little energy he held. His voice was ragged from the strain on his vocals and he sputtered out quietly, "Only now we finally found you guys."
They may have had something to say about his episode, but he was to tired to care again. His whole body felt numb now and after they had made it into the lodge Rin attempt to shed the jacket off not really interested in wearing it any longer. There was a fire going in a fireplace, the crackling a succulent sound to his ears. It was inviting him to sleep, and he invited himself to rest in an armed, sofa chair. His hair was wet from the flakes of ice and snow melting after finding a home in his mane. His eyes dried by dehydration and fatigue closed, heavy. The fire's light cast upon the objects, people, and walls in the room creating shadows that dance with it's counterpart. Now if everyone would leave him maybe he could just sleep forever.
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RIn
[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?