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genessia2015-02-27 11:24 pm
neighvarily) wrote in genessia2015-02-27 11:24 pm
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WHO: Marco and Jean
WHAT: Bonding over death or something idk summaries.
WHEN: Sunday, sometime after the Colosseum match.
WHERE: Attleton's Battle Colosseum Medical Area
WARNINGS: Language and references to death and injuries.
The first thing that crossed Jean's mind was Shit, it's too fucking bright in here. He could barely squint before he woke up fully with a gasp, hands reaching for his chest once hit with a sudden flare of pain, only for it to dull to an ache and disappear fully as soon as he looked down. He vividly remembered the gaping hole, and the blood that had spilled out. Now, it was as if he had never stepped foot into battle in the first place.
This must have been what it meant to have a consequence free death. Revival or not, it still settled uncomfortably down on him. He had a lot to think about, and deal with now, and he didn't really want to do that here.
He swung his legs over to the side, getting out of the bed. He didn't really want to see or talk to anyone after his humiliation of a defeat, and he wouldn't know what to say anyway, so his goal was to get out of there as soon as possible. He just needed to get out to clear his head so he could think.
WHAT: Bonding over death or something idk summaries.
WHEN: Sunday, sometime after the Colosseum match.
WHERE: Attleton's Battle Colosseum Medical Area
WARNINGS: Language and references to death and injuries.
The first thing that crossed Jean's mind was Shit, it's too fucking bright in here. He could barely squint before he woke up fully with a gasp, hands reaching for his chest once hit with a sudden flare of pain, only for it to dull to an ache and disappear fully as soon as he looked down. He vividly remembered the gaping hole, and the blood that had spilled out. Now, it was as if he had never stepped foot into battle in the first place.
This must have been what it meant to have a consequence free death. Revival or not, it still settled uncomfortably down on him. He had a lot to think about, and deal with now, and he didn't really want to do that here.
He swung his legs over to the side, getting out of the bed. He didn't really want to see or talk to anyone after his humiliation of a defeat, and he wouldn't know what to say anyway, so his goal was to get out of there as soon as possible. He just needed to get out to clear his head so he could think.