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discedo_logs2009-04-25 10:49 pm
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Who: Tsuzuki Asato ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cinnagami and Kurosaki Hisoka hic_pertineo
Where: Mariner High School 205
When: The night of the 25th
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Summary: Neither Tsuzuki nor Hisoka is taking the ghosts' presence quite as well as they pretend - a recipe for sleepless nights, or for bad dreams....
the log: It was very dark. Tsuzuki's hands slipped up to his coat-sleeves, hugging himself as scant protection against the gloom. Dark, and cold; scrawled against the dusty floor in shocking scarlet, childish handwriting, were the words Beware of the dark.
It was stupid, but it sent a chill sliding through his bones. He closed his eyes and stood still for a long moment. A whisper beside him had his eyes springing open, as he stumbled away. A girl. High school, her uniform with its pleated skirt and puffed sleeves childish - was she one of the students at this deserted school they'd come to? A sad memory of the destruction of Discedo?
Her head was too maimed to be sure, a terrible wound splitting the side facing him, white teeth flashing through broken flesh. Dark hair was tied in two neat pigtails, matted but otherwise undamaged. So young. She turned, a broken neck clear in the way her skull wobbled and slid at a strange angle around to stare at him. He knew her.
Stumbling backwards another step, two, his knees gave way and he slipped to fall on the words. They were warm, wet, soaking into his clothes and staining his hands as he snatched them up from the words. Blood. They were blood. He raised his hands, pleading, protective as Mariko stepped towards him.
The glitter in her eyes was terribly alive.
Angry, he thought, and his red-stained hands trembled.
"why," she hissed from her ruined face, "why did you kill me."
"I didn't mean to!"
"shinigami." It was not anger, he thought, hypnotized by her stare. "murderer."
Then kill me, he wanted to say, but his voice failed, and he could only watch as she stepped closer, raising broken pale hands to his unclean ones.
As she touched him.
Pain shot hot knives into his arms, and he woke himself with his hoarse screams.
cinnagami and Kurosaki Hisoka hic_pertineoWhere: Mariner High School 205
When: The night of the 25th
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Summary: Neither Tsuzuki nor Hisoka is taking the ghosts' presence quite as well as they pretend - a recipe for sleepless nights, or for bad dreams....
the log: It was very dark. Tsuzuki's hands slipped up to his coat-sleeves, hugging himself as scant protection against the gloom. Dark, and cold; scrawled against the dusty floor in shocking scarlet, childish handwriting, were the words Beware of the dark.
It was stupid, but it sent a chill sliding through his bones. He closed his eyes and stood still for a long moment. A whisper beside him had his eyes springing open, as he stumbled away. A girl. High school, her uniform with its pleated skirt and puffed sleeves childish - was she one of the students at this deserted school they'd come to? A sad memory of the destruction of Discedo?
Her head was too maimed to be sure, a terrible wound splitting the side facing him, white teeth flashing through broken flesh. Dark hair was tied in two neat pigtails, matted but otherwise undamaged. So young. She turned, a broken neck clear in the way her skull wobbled and slid at a strange angle around to stare at him. He knew her.
Stumbling backwards another step, two, his knees gave way and he slipped to fall on the words. They were warm, wet, soaking into his clothes and staining his hands as he snatched them up from the words. Blood. They were blood. He raised his hands, pleading, protective as Mariko stepped towards him.
The glitter in her eyes was terribly alive.
Angry, he thought, and his red-stained hands trembled.
"why," she hissed from her ruined face, "why did you kill me."
"I didn't mean to!"
"shinigami." It was not anger, he thought, hypnotized by her stare. "murderer."
Then kill me, he wanted to say, but his voice failed, and he could only watch as she stepped closer, raising broken pale hands to his unclean ones.
As she touched him.
Pain shot hot knives into his arms, and he woke himself with his hoarse screams.