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discedo_logs2008-04-07 02:25 am
raiton.livejournal.com) wrote in discedo_logs2008-04-07 02:25 am
I live in a giant bucket. - In progress, it would seem.
Who: Uchiha Sasuke & Yakushi Kabuto & anyone else that ends up following or whatever. Can't really stop them.
Where: 515 Marshal Apt
When: After Surgery ~
Rating: TBA
Summary: Er. Sasuke has chip gone and is sick now again. Yehaw.
the log:
Life had been going splendedly sense he had arrived here. Really. There was no need to backtrack in his thoughts of all the shit that had occured. He couldn't really consentrate on that. This wave of sickness wasn't something unexpected given the fact that he had talked to Simon about the effects. It still was no convenience to be in such a shape after just getting out of a shape worse than this current one in a place that had such little resources. Not to say that Sasuke was not resourceful on his ownsome, but there were some things you simply could not avoid or be rid of with mere bedrest. Determinaton would come in handy, than.
Scandled feet walked up the stairs of Marshall Ave in a slow trudging pace. He'd made his best to be quiet but his mind was foggy and he was (once again) weakened. One hand had been half dragging the slender frame upwards with a tight grasp upon the railing and the other was curled about his stomach. It felt as if his intestines were being stired around like udon - someone ungracefully playing with their food. Revolting effects for one chip. It was curious why. In a place he understood so little it was all quite frustrating. Finally the young boy had reached the top step. For a moment he paused letting his body slump against the wall. There was no one about at the moment but that may not be fact for much longer. He'd prefer to be unseen right now as he had been sense he'd gotten here.
Just a few more steps. He had no idea whether anyone was still in his room or not. Right not Sasuke didn't entirely care. His hand reached out to push the door open and a foot shoved it closed behind him. Immediately after that his body curled in towards the ground. He pressed his forehead against the floorboards with a soft huff.
"Ugh," was a quiet complain.
Where: 515 Marshal Apt
When: After Surgery ~
Rating: TBA
Summary: Er. Sasuke has chip gone and is sick now again. Yehaw.
the log:
Life had been going splendedly sense he had arrived here. Really. There was no need to backtrack in his thoughts of all the shit that had occured. He couldn't really consentrate on that. This wave of sickness wasn't something unexpected given the fact that he had talked to Simon about the effects. It still was no convenience to be in such a shape after just getting out of a shape worse than this current one in a place that had such little resources. Not to say that Sasuke was not resourceful on his ownsome, but there were some things you simply could not avoid or be rid of with mere bedrest. Determinaton would come in handy, than.
Scandled feet walked up the stairs of Marshall Ave in a slow trudging pace. He'd made his best to be quiet but his mind was foggy and he was (once again) weakened. One hand had been half dragging the slender frame upwards with a tight grasp upon the railing and the other was curled about his stomach. It felt as if his intestines were being stired around like udon - someone ungracefully playing with their food. Revolting effects for one chip. It was curious why. In a place he understood so little it was all quite frustrating. Finally the young boy had reached the top step. For a moment he paused letting his body slump against the wall. There was no one about at the moment but that may not be fact for much longer. He'd prefer to be unseen right now as he had been sense he'd gotten here.
Just a few more steps. He had no idea whether anyone was still in his room or not. Right not Sasuke didn't entirely care. His hand reached out to push the door open and a foot shoved it closed behind him. Immediately after that his body curled in towards the ground. He pressed his forehead against the floorboards with a soft huff.
"Ugh," was a quiet complain.