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Who| Pruna and Marius, Marius and you???
What| Marius is dicking around, and eventually gets robbed and stabbed by a little girl. Today is not his day.
Where| First floor
When| Week 3, after Felicity's attack and death
Warnings/Notes| Blood, violence, etc.; PM me if your character is planning on stealing from/attacking Marius so we can sort something out? :3
Marius blinked rapidly, trying to keep out of his eyes the warm, bright-red blood that oozed from the long and deep incision close to his brows. He was still panting heavily from the sudden encounter with the distraught mademoiselle, his sweat and tears mixing with the blood that trickled down his face and the bridge of his nose.
He watched her die. The thought caused him to choke. He slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a helpless whine, leaning against the cold metal of the elevator. He could not save his friends at the barricades in Paris and he could not save Cosette from Eva's poisoned blade and he could not save this woman, who was bleeding and weak and hysterical and in need of comfort and assistance. Was this the grand fate that the Moirae weaved for him? To simply watch incapably by as sword of Thanatos struck down everyone around him?
No, cease your thoughts on it.
In his other arm, he clutched the bundle of food from sponsors and the crowbar tighter against his chest. He knew he should return to their hide-away in the fourth floor, but he was afraid that if the body of the unknown mademoiselle was still there, he would fall into a sickness he could not recover from. Besides, he had to search for food; the camp was running low on it, and he could not allow them to starve to death.
He recalled that the first floor had a cafe. His attempt to explore may not yield fruit, in retrospect, but it had become something he needed to do. It was a distraction.
The chime signifying his arrival on said floor sounded like thunder in his ears in the silence of the steel box, and he wiped the blood off his brow with his arm, wincing only slightly; the shock from the attack and the death of the woman took over his senses far more than the pain from the knife wound. He shifted his crowbar to his free hand and stumbled out of the elevator: a man with vision blocked every so often by the sticky liquid from his head wound, dizzy and highly distraught, clutching a bag of food against his chest like a lifeline.
What| Marius is dicking around, and eventually gets robbed and stabbed by a little girl. Today is not his day.
Where| First floor
When| Week 3, after Felicity's attack and death
Warnings/Notes| Blood, violence, etc.; PM me if your character is planning on stealing from/attacking Marius so we can sort something out? :3
Marius blinked rapidly, trying to keep out of his eyes the warm, bright-red blood that oozed from the long and deep incision close to his brows. He was still panting heavily from the sudden encounter with the distraught mademoiselle, his sweat and tears mixing with the blood that trickled down his face and the bridge of his nose.
He watched her die. The thought caused him to choke. He slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a helpless whine, leaning against the cold metal of the elevator. He could not save his friends at the barricades in Paris and he could not save Cosette from Eva's poisoned blade and he could not save this woman, who was bleeding and weak and hysterical and in need of comfort and assistance. Was this the grand fate that the Moirae weaved for him? To simply watch incapably by as sword of Thanatos struck down everyone around him?
No, cease your thoughts on it.
In his other arm, he clutched the bundle of food from sponsors and the crowbar tighter against his chest. He knew he should return to their hide-away in the fourth floor, but he was afraid that if the body of the unknown mademoiselle was still there, he would fall into a sickness he could not recover from. Besides, he had to search for food; the camp was running low on it, and he could not allow them to starve to death.
He recalled that the first floor had a cafe. His attempt to explore may not yield fruit, in retrospect, but it had become something he needed to do. It was a distraction.
The chime signifying his arrival on said floor sounded like thunder in his ears in the silence of the steel box, and he wiped the blood off his brow with his arm, wincing only slightly; the shock from the attack and the death of the woman took over his senses far more than the pain from the knife wound. He shifted his crowbar to his free hand and stumbled out of the elevator: a man with vision blocked every so often by the sticky liquid from his head wound, dizzy and highly distraught, clutching a bag of food against his chest like a lifeline.
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Max couldn't help the childish look she gave him, but luckily she was behind Marius. "You know those elevators announce their arrival and bring supplies; you shouldn't go alone to check them."
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An abrupt pain tore through his side, and he bit down his lips so hard they drew blood. And yet he attempted to keep composure—or what was left of it, at the very least—and staggered onwards, half-limping.
He wanted to tell the boy about the woman in the elevator who had died in his arms, how maybe, maybe he had hoped to save her. But he reduced it all to a simple head-shake and an almost murmured, "It matters not."
He came to an abrupt halt before the elevator; the beating of his pulse seemed to speed up considerably. "Do you... Do you think the..." He paused. What had Venus told him? That there was some kind of gadget that could dispose of the bodies? It seemed strange to him, almost disrespectful for the fallen ones, and he found he could not say it aloud. "They have carried away the bodies by now?"
He did not trust how he would react should he gaze upon her lifeless, crumpled body again.
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"They have to clean them quickly or we'd have found more by now." She stepped away and moved towards the stairs. "Focus on the living. Your unit needs you to return with those supplies."
want to wrap this up? c:
His eyes were wide when he glanced down at the boy, but then, quickly, the tiniest hint of a fond smile erased the momentary surprise. He really was in all senses like little Gavroche, wasn't he? Somehow, that made Marius feel at ease.
"Right." His voice cracked, so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to collect his senses. When he spoke again it was with more clarity and resoluteness. "You are right."
He limped onwards, forcing himself to keep moving even with the wounds and the dizziness and the pain. Cosette needed what was in that bag, and as long as he can still move he will work his hardest to keep her alive.
Perfect!
No. That was Manticore talking. Even injured he could have his use. Max stepped back up and placed his hand on her shoulder, offering to let him put a bit of weight on her while they walked. "It's not far. You'll need to sleep again; you're off watch for now."
She led them on in silence. It was strange to throw her lot in with these adults who could barely defend themselves, but it was better than being alone.