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thearena2013-03-29 11:12 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thearena2013-03-29 11:12 pm
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A Body with No God Attached [Closed]
WHO| Howard and Wyatt
WHAT| Wyatt and Howard reunite after the excursion to Fantasyland.
WHEN| End of Week 2
WHERE| Frontierland
WARNINGS| Gore.
Howard's a mess, not just mentally but physically. His shirt has been ripped down both the front and back and hangs loosely over one shoulder, exposing deep oozing lacerations down his neck and chest. The cloth sticks to the gashes on his back. Pieces of glass are embedded in his arm, and on his left a single long shard remains half-lodged in both his palm and the back of his hand. His pants are ripped off above the knee on his right side, exposing a puncture on his lower thigh where Grey speared him.
Wounds so deep that they're hardly recognizable as human bite marks cover his face. On his cheek, a cut two inches long descends into a wide hole in his skin through which his teeth are visible, made red and orange by the light and the blood in his mouth. Every time he breathes out it makes a damp whistling noise. Two-thirds of the way across his mouth, a gash entirely bifurcates his lower lip, leaving it as sinister and divided as a snake's tongue. Red and pink drool dribbles down his chin.
Time has dried some of the blood, leaving it as heavy black and brown stains on his formerly-white clothing. Only the wounds around his mouth, wetted with saliva, are still fresh red. He doesn't know how he got back here, how he manages to drag his mutilated body back to Frontierland and up the rails to his hideout. A few bloody handprints dot the rail track up. He remembers stumbling back, hoping he isn't so late that Wyatt's left, hoping he can find his ally again. He doesn't remember how he felt when he realized the hideout was empty.
He's curled up in the scaffolding and sleeps, not out of tiredness but simply because his mind cannot process everything right now, so it has to just shut down. Every few hours he wakes up, looks around for Wyatt, and returns to sleeping. While he rests a Sponsor parachute of medicine and bandages floats down and catches in the rail, with a note.
Romance and tragedy! I'll keep tuning in!
WHAT| Wyatt and Howard reunite after the excursion to Fantasyland.
WHEN| End of Week 2
WHERE| Frontierland
WARNINGS| Gore.
Howard's a mess, not just mentally but physically. His shirt has been ripped down both the front and back and hangs loosely over one shoulder, exposing deep oozing lacerations down his neck and chest. The cloth sticks to the gashes on his back. Pieces of glass are embedded in his arm, and on his left a single long shard remains half-lodged in both his palm and the back of his hand. His pants are ripped off above the knee on his right side, exposing a puncture on his lower thigh where Grey speared him.
Wounds so deep that they're hardly recognizable as human bite marks cover his face. On his cheek, a cut two inches long descends into a wide hole in his skin through which his teeth are visible, made red and orange by the light and the blood in his mouth. Every time he breathes out it makes a damp whistling noise. Two-thirds of the way across his mouth, a gash entirely bifurcates his lower lip, leaving it as sinister and divided as a snake's tongue. Red and pink drool dribbles down his chin.
Time has dried some of the blood, leaving it as heavy black and brown stains on his formerly-white clothing. Only the wounds around his mouth, wetted with saliva, are still fresh red. He doesn't know how he got back here, how he manages to drag his mutilated body back to Frontierland and up the rails to his hideout. A few bloody handprints dot the rail track up. He remembers stumbling back, hoping he isn't so late that Wyatt's left, hoping he can find his ally again. He doesn't remember how he felt when he realized the hideout was empty.
He's curled up in the scaffolding and sleeps, not out of tiredness but simply because his mind cannot process everything right now, so it has to just shut down. Every few hours he wakes up, looks around for Wyatt, and returns to sleeping. While he rests a Sponsor parachute of medicine and bandages floats down and catches in the rail, with a note.
Romance and tragedy! I'll keep tuning in!
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He's shaking again. Hard. His palm in Wyatt's hand is trembling so hard some of the bandage gets stuck between two fingers. But he forces himself to continue talking.
"If he comes for me here and it looks like he's going to get me, can you kill me? Fast and painless?"
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"I'm gunna do everythin' I can to make sure it don't come that," he said finally, a determined edge to his voice. He forced himself to keep wrapping the bandage, to pin it in place. "But iffen it does - I promise... I won't let him hurt ya."
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And to his surprise, he does.