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kingdomdressing2010-10-06 07:33 pm
hislifesucks.livejournal.com) wrote in kingdomdressing2010-10-06 07:33 pm
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[ October is the month of Halloween. All that spookiness, the fright, the gore waiting just around the corner. Literally, in this case. There's a scream from one of the main areas, and quite the sudden commotion. Looking up, one would notice the roots and limbs climbing around the doorframe, a dead tree having grown right out of the wall. An intricate spider web is woven through the branches, a large black widow hanging casually near the middle with her prey. But that's only the trigger -- the show is what happens when someone passes beneath it. ]
{ ooc: So basically what happens is that, should your character walk under the doorway, they'll suddenly have any number of physical injuries they've acquired in the Dressing Room. One, two, all of them? Up to you! No matter how severe, it won't affect the character beyond touch. For example, they'd be able to feel a cut or gash with their hands, but it won't hurt, and it won't be life-threatening. Kind of like they're undead... The magic will wear off if they walk under the branches again. :D
Open post, not-quite-event type thing! Tag who you want, threadhop to your heart's content. }
{ ooc: So basically what happens is that, should your character walk under the doorway, they'll suddenly have any number of physical injuries they've acquired in the Dressing Room. One, two, all of them? Up to you! No matter how severe, it won't affect the character beyond touch. For example, they'd be able to feel a cut or gash with their hands, but it won't hurt, and it won't be life-threatening. Kind of like they're undead... The magic will wear off if they walk under the branches again. :D
Open post, not-quite-event type thing! Tag who you want, threadhop to your heart's content. }
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Um..sorry...
[She looks away not wanting to be any more rude than she already was.]
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THUD.]
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I uh. Uh. Hm.
[he's definitely staring at her head. :|b the back of his shirt is getting soaked with blood with every second that goes by, and his nose is quite obviously broken, thanks a lot, Riku. B|]
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[He's got a nice-sized gash on his stomach and on his back, a black eye, and every bit of visible skin has something on it. His calves have a couple cuts, visible and bleeding, but not too deep. He's staring down at his stomach now, running his fingers along the bleeding gash.]
[Alarmed? Kind of. Confused? Very.]
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[Sora can hear a somewhat familiar voice whimpering up the hall, and there is a blue-haired young woman dressed in pink and black crumpled on the floor staring at the pools of blood that are coming from what looks like millions of little cuts on her arms.]
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watch me use all blindfolded icons.
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for a moment, he wonders why his vision, changed as it is now, is also crooked. he brings a hand up to his neck cautiously, grimacing when he feels an out of place bump- his neck is broken, even.]
Well.
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What the fuck.
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There's a large patch of Darkness where his heart is supposed to be too.]
What--
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V-Ven?
[Her voice might've cracked a bit there.]
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... Ven?
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why can't I sleep during the day like normal people ;o;
I know what you are--
say it.
S-sora
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what, did you expect me to say vampire
y. also nice timing /just got home
/hasn't slept yet :D
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He's bleeding. Duh. From, pretty much everywhere. He has cuts all over him. Very deep and very neat. A very sharp sword did those. His scar is bleeding, and there's a stab wound through his chest and back.
Zack's just looking down at himself curiously.]
...Huh.
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Zack!
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AAAAAAAH!
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Riku!
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Larxene, attracted by the scream, comes by to investigate. She takes a couple steps past the doorway before she staggers and drops, one knee suddenly shattered and useless; blood runs freely from small wounds on her torso and arms, but it pours from the space where her lower jaw was a second ago.]
((ooc: if newer folks were curious how that happened (http://community.livejournal.com/kingdomdressing/1172657.html)))
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Except not. But that is what he's doing right now; very quickly going up in flames, the other injuries that had bloomed into existence being burnt away, blood sizzling into nothing before it even hits the floor.]
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Que the neighborhood vampire walking through the door and receiving: a bullet to the leg, half of a 'joker' smile, multiple slashes across his body from various key blades (what's funny, is that he was walking around shirtless anyway), a few burns from dark fiagra, very angry looking claw marks all up and down his spine, two chunks of flesh missing from his sides, a geostigma infected neck.. oh, and let's not to mention his torso is completely crushed inwards and very open for everyone to see his now mutilated ribs/any other organ that's around there. Why not throw in some bite marks, too? Careful now, all of that nano blood that spilled on the floor can be dangerous to humans--]
couldn't resist. /flees to bed
surprisingly, he doesn't have any injuries of his own to be seen.
this should be remedied.]Axel, w-what-!
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And when he does notice? He immediately places a hand over his chest, looking down.]
Not again...
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[ It's a total coincidence that she happens to be near, staring wide-eyed at him. Why are you injured. How are you still moving?! ]
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