Echo (
screwthatnoise) wrote2013-07-29 04:16 pm
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♥ v2
A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.
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Re: trauma center...
And from further down this hole you might catch the sound of countless whispers, as well as the sloshing of water.
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I don't think the ledder is safe at all. It might be blades or something ...
but there's water below.
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[
THINKS
starts wrapping up his palm in the bandages ]
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Unless you wanna jump.
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[ FINISHING UP HIS HANDS -- the broken one done up a bit more loosely -- and handing the roll to Kise ]
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Ouchouchouch!!
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[ ... GRABS THAT OINTMENT, trying to grab Kise's wrist so he can put some on that hand ]
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[ rubs that in well ]
... We should put some -- on your face, too.
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Forget it, let's go.
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It's a very brief climb to a place much darker than this.