Rya
He/Him
25
May 20
not important
not important
Lapdog
cadet
Someone tell me, who am I supposed to be? Give me direction, I need affection.
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Priya Kosch
cherry, cherry
POSTED ON Jul 20, 2022 1:34:27 GMT
The inky blackness above melded easily, cloud indistinguishable from the night sky as a downpour of rain flooded empty streets.
The unfortunate folks that remained outdoors were forced to tread through the rain, rushing themseves to the nearest form of shelter they could find.
All except one, who had been in seemingly no hurry, his body curled over as he dredged through the streets, struggling with each step. As pools of crimson trickled down to his feet and dispersed just as quickly, Priya paid it no mind. His attention was dead set on the only source of comfort he could find- some sort of safehouse where he could properly tend to his wounds, or at the very least pass out safely.
All he needed was a few more steps. a few more feet, another minute, maybe another five. As long as he could move, he would.
But no matter how much one pushes themselves, there's only so much a body can handle before it finally decides that too much is too much. Which became obvious when the man, as stalwart as he tried to seem, fell face first into a forming puddle; that same crimson that once slithered away now pooling together in one place, insidious in its plotting to drown him in himself.
With the last of his strength, he musters the will to turn his face sideways, pulling an arm from his pocket and giving a call to his “physician.” Whether she answers of not, he would give a message all the same.
“Rustboro, 4th Ave, between Keen Eye Bar and the Lucky Gulpin… I went a little too deep.” Through droplets of rain, splashing water, and half grunts, he struggles out his words, falling silent soon after.
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