Post by malakai tyro on Jun 9, 2015 0:31:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]malakai tyro
[attr="class","appc"]age 21
[attr="class","appc"]group seraphim
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation waiter
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This isn't how you planned it would happen. A measurement gone wrong, you hear shouting, loud voices. Your brow sweats, your heart pounds. Screaming, wailing, crying. Your reflection in the mirror is a sad sight, your normally bronzed flesh so pale and sickly.[break][break]
You pass out on the bathroom floor, tile cold against your heated skin. How long has it been? When is it that you wake? Your eyes feel heavy, as do your limbs and your chest. God, you can't breathe. Your eyes burst open again as you gasp for air, the little medicine cup lays beside your hand, the bottle half-spilt. Red, sticky, sickeningly sweet. Just looking at it makes you want to vomit, or perhaps that's your body trying to purge the chemicals.[break][break]
Light floods your vision, a cool breeze feels wonderful against your skin. What is it? The voices subside, your vision clears. The couch is beneath you, a blanket atop you. How you got here, you can't remember, but the bottle is still on the bathroom floor. [break][break]
You think about calling in sick, but you feel fine. Was it a dream? Your stomach no longer aches, your head no longer pounds, your vision is perfect and your body's battle scars seem to have long since healed away. Your cravings have subsided and you feel oddly at ease. [break][break]
How long will it last?
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This isn't how you planned it would happen. A measurement gone wrong, you hear shouting, loud voices. Your brow sweats, your heart pounds. Screaming, wailing, crying. Your reflection in the mirror is a sad sight, your normally bronzed flesh so pale and sickly.[break][break]
You pass out on the bathroom floor, tile cold against your heated skin. How long has it been? When is it that you wake? Your eyes feel heavy, as do your limbs and your chest. God, you can't breathe. Your eyes burst open again as you gasp for air, the little medicine cup lays beside your hand, the bottle half-spilt. Red, sticky, sickeningly sweet. Just looking at it makes you want to vomit, or perhaps that's your body trying to purge the chemicals.[break][break]
Light floods your vision, a cool breeze feels wonderful against your skin. What is it? The voices subside, your vision clears. The couch is beneath you, a blanket atop you. How you got here, you can't remember, but the bottle is still on the bathroom floor. [break][break]
You think about calling in sick, but you feel fine. Was it a dream? Your stomach no longer aches, your head no longer pounds, your vision is perfect and your body's battle scars seem to have long since healed away. Your cravings have subsided and you feel oddly at ease. [break][break]
How long will it last?
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played by: katze [break]
face claim: [b]inazuma eleven,[/b] [i]tsunami jousuke[/i] - malakai tyro
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played by: katze [break]
face claim: [b]inazuma eleven,[/b] [i]tsunami jousuke[/i] - malakai tyro
