spring rain's got nothing on me.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[there's a bloody corpse lying awkwardly against a wall. it's identifiable as a Kairi, wearing what appears to have once been a large blue hooded sweatshirt. the front of it is ripped beyond repair though, exposing a bloody, shredded and crushed torso.]

[someone's looking just a tad healed, and with a sharp inhale, there's suddenly life. and then she promptly starts choking on the left over blood in her throat.]


(ooc: Poor girl had a bit of a run-in with fem!Saix.)

Comments

[walkthelight.livejournal.com]

[oh dear. she warned about this. kneels to the corpse's level and kinda talks to the spirit.]

Well?

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

is phoenix down; got it from a Sooooora.

[worshipnowplz.livejournal.com]

...well.

[stares at the mess of the girl, eyebrow raised, sighing and kneeling by her. Carefully, he uncaps a small bottle, pressing it to her mouth and forcing it down her throat, keeping her head tilted so it goes down and doesn't just sit in her mouth. Aaaand waits.]

[banding.livejournal.com]

K-Kai--

[...stare.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

I was just walking by... I didn't even say anything.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[doesn't respond, for obvious reasons. look at her, all tear-stained, her expression set in horror. poor girl.]

sdjsdk Pliku D:

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[continues to be dead.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

I should have been there... Jeez. I'm sorry, for what it's worth.

YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[--oh. no.]

I'M SORRY I WAS BORED. and no one was around to rescue her.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[sorry, but yes.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[well if she could hear him, she'd be touched.]

[banding.livejournal.com]

[can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe-]

K-Kairi..

[it's not like no one's seen a mouthy brat cry before, but this one's uh.. he'll just be crumbled in a heap over her, if that's okay.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[if she could, she'd be telling him not to cry, but if she was alive to do that, he'd have no reason to be crying anyways.]

[banding.livejournal.com]

[no, no he wouldn't, so he'll just soak a part of her hoodie that isn't already soaked in blood and hope to god this is all a really bad dream.]

Actually screw that, I'm impatient.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[w-well, that would be the sound of her horrible wound closing up, and oh hey, is that her breathing?]

*ruins everything >>;*

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[c-cough.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[oh wait, what's this? life?]

[banding.livejournal.com]

[jumps, because he sure as shit wasn't expecting that.]

Kairi?

[... and back into panic mode, because he doesn't know what to do now.]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[or maybe not!]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[gasps and chokes, rolling over a little to spit up all that blood in her throat.]

[banding.livejournal.com]

[pathetic little noise goes here.]

What'm I supposed to do? I don't know how the hell to fix you!

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[resists the urge to just collapse, because that would mean a face full of blood-spit, and that's gross. so she'll just roll onto her back, taking deep breaths. hey, the wound's gone!]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

...Kairi?

[banding.livejournal.com]

[wide eyes, long stare, and then he's trying to gently hoist her across his lap, fingers brushing away the hair from her face and his sleeve used to wipe the corner of her mouth.]

H-how are you? Are you gonna be okay?

o u.

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[jskld scrambling back.]

--what?