DEATH SHOWER

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[s-so hungry, so underfed and sickly, he's just foaming and drooling as he wobbles down the halls, not caring if he smacks into anyone.]

Comments

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

[stumbles a little when she spots him, nearly dropping the books in her arms]

By the Light... Are you alright?

[stupid question, she knows, but she's a little in shock at his appearance]

oh what the hell is wrong with me

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[...hears something walking, head tilted to the side]

...Hello?

[yourtruename.livejournal.com]

[ ow. ]

Watch where you're going!

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he's immediately attracted to her confusing scent, wandering over like a lost animal until he smacks square into her stomach with the metal contraption over his face, shifting it and causing the rusted bolts to squeal. this in turn makes him groan, stumbling left, right, and then he's down for the count.]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[g-grooaaan gurgle bubble. he's lumbering over to Sora, running that slobbery mouth against any part of his skin he can find, tasting and nosing him.]

Please feed me. Please.

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

Hey--!

[crouches down next to him, a gloved hand hesitantly touching the contraption over his face, eyes wide with worry]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[growls lowly, and god, he hates that voice, that voice that cuts right into his head and makes the wounds feel like they're bleeding again. he reaches up and messes with the visor, grabbing the crown, juggling it around until everything stops hurting like white hot fire, and then he's stomping over to Roxas.]

Useless.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...I h-h-have cookie dough?

[lets out a startled noise at the mouth, eyes widening]

Please-- hey, stop, really--

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[growls lowly, drool freely trailing down his chin as he rolls and writhes, scraping the visor against the floor.]

I'm so hungry.

[yourtruename.livejournal.com]

[ ohhh shit. that doesn't look like any mysterious enemy he's fought before, but it's definitely giving off a weird vibe. ]

[ a weird, scary vibe. ]

Uh, sorry?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[sniffs up his arm, nearing his neck and sticking his tongue out to lick. Sora is a friend. Sora is a good boy and Sora shouldn't be hurt.]

I need meat.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Meat?

Like steak?

[t-trying not to move]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[he's already swinging out though, one bony but heavy arm covered in chains swaying Roxas' way.]

sajfh going out bbl

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

Whoa, hey. Calm down, I can make you something to eat.

[moves to keep him somewhat still because that can't be good for him]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

Meat.

[is all he says. he wants something warm, bleeding.]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[she sounds like Namine and it's calming, so like a hurt puppy he tries to get as close as possible, curling up against her warmth.]

Meat.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...I can't see.

[quiet, oh so quiet]

If I take you to the kitchen...can you point out what you want, and I'll make it for you?

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, but then he's on a roll with shaking, scooting back from Sora to swing his head left and right, smashing his face against the wall. with a disgruntled cry, blood starts to well up at every little piece of metal that pierces through his skull, trickling in lines down his cheeks.]

[yourtruename.livejournal.com]

[ there's a clash as a clunky key bursts out of nowhere to block it. ]

Hey!

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[lfjkladsjf freaks out]

Are you okay!

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[grabs right on to the cold metal neck of it, holding tight.]

You should be dead.

[his voice is scratchy, mechanical as he tries to tug on the key.]

*stalls*

[proudmage.livejournal.com]

...okay, I can't create that, but I can make you something in the kitchen.

[not entirely sure what to do, so she puts a hand on his head gently, making sure to keep away from the- god why would anyone do that?- metal in his head]

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[squeeeal goes the metal, screeech go the bolts, scraaatch goes the floor as he drags his face along it, trying to itch the inside of his head.]

It feels like rocks.. lots of rocks are in my head..

[massacring.livejournal.com]

[leans up to nuzzle at her hand, don't mind the sticky saliva getting all over. it just happens, it gets everywhere when there's nothing left in his stomach.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

C...can I help you?

[kneels, setting the dough aside and reaching out, touching his face under the visor]