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deercountry2021-11-23 04:38 pm
stealhearted) wrote in deercountry2021-11-23 04:38 pm
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Who: Akira Kurusu & Friends
What: Rescue your bestie from torture!
When: November, ambiguously.
Where: Sleeper farm.
Content Warnings: Blood, torture, emotion, graphic descriptions of violence, trauma, generalized consequences of PTSD, the usual suspects.
[ As far as bad days go, this one ranks pretty high, Akira thinks. For all that everyone had warned him in depth about October, it looks like November is going to be the peak of bullshit for Akira's overall experience.
So that's how he finds himself struggling into consciousness with pain radiating out of every possible part of his body that he can detect. He can't open his eyes for a second, and panic builds until he realizes it's because they're stuck shut with drying blood -- prying them open manages to rip out a few eyelashes, but it's a blip on the radar of his overall pain scale.
He's kind of reminded of Okinawa, actually, which is something he'd rather not be reminded of right now when he's strung up from the ceiling by his wrists. He supposes he should be grateful that he's just chained up instead of being held aloft by one of the thick hooks that spackle the room, but he's also pretty sure his shoulder is dislocated, so it's a very six of one, half dozen of the other sort of situation.
His head aches, so that explains the blood on his eyes; there's a long, shallow cut down his left side that goes from his wrist to his ankle, and it's completely soaked his clothing to the point of dripping slowly onto the floor below him.
It's manageable, at least. It's more beat up than he thinks he's experienced before -- especially since he doesn't actually remember it happening -- but it's something he can work with. He tilts his head back to get a good look at how his wrists are tied, the chains cutting off his circulation, and then he starts to slowly start to try and get enough of a grip on the metal that he can start climbing upwards.
He can hear a lot of noises that sound distinctly alarming, and he really wants to get out of this before whatever did this to him comes back. It's with that in mind that he carefully calls up Arthur to at least skitter out of the room and be able to alert him if anyone approaches.
Maybe he'll even find help. That'd be nice. ]
What: Rescue your bestie from torture!
When: November, ambiguously.
Where: Sleeper farm.
Content Warnings: Blood, torture, emotion, graphic descriptions of violence, trauma, generalized consequences of PTSD, the usual suspects.
[ As far as bad days go, this one ranks pretty high, Akira thinks. For all that everyone had warned him in depth about October, it looks like November is going to be the peak of bullshit for Akira's overall experience.
So that's how he finds himself struggling into consciousness with pain radiating out of every possible part of his body that he can detect. He can't open his eyes for a second, and panic builds until he realizes it's because they're stuck shut with drying blood -- prying them open manages to rip out a few eyelashes, but it's a blip on the radar of his overall pain scale.
He's kind of reminded of Okinawa, actually, which is something he'd rather not be reminded of right now when he's strung up from the ceiling by his wrists. He supposes he should be grateful that he's just chained up instead of being held aloft by one of the thick hooks that spackle the room, but he's also pretty sure his shoulder is dislocated, so it's a very six of one, half dozen of the other sort of situation.
His head aches, so that explains the blood on his eyes; there's a long, shallow cut down his left side that goes from his wrist to his ankle, and it's completely soaked his clothing to the point of dripping slowly onto the floor below him.
It's manageable, at least. It's more beat up than he thinks he's experienced before -- especially since he doesn't actually remember it happening -- but it's something he can work with. He tilts his head back to get a good look at how his wrists are tied, the chains cutting off his circulation, and then he starts to slowly start to try and get enough of a grip on the metal that he can start climbing upwards.
He can hear a lot of noises that sound distinctly alarming, and he really wants to get out of this before whatever did this to him comes back. It's with that in mind that he carefully calls up Arthur to at least skitter out of the room and be able to alert him if anyone approaches.
Maybe he'll even find help. That'd be nice. ]