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revivalproject2023-09-17 07:50 pm
buildingitsir) wrote in revivalproject2023-09-17 07:50 pm
Always Give 100%
WHO: Reeve, Richie and York
WHERE: Hotel lobby
WHAT: Someone decided to fight with a vampire and lost
WHEN: Night of September 3rd/Morning September 4th
WARNINGS: blue blood, injuries
Typing was strangely difficult. Maybe it was because he just had a girl about his age try to rip his face apart. Maybe it was because his skin mesh on his right cheek and on the front of his neck was ripped. There were parts visibly damaged. York was limping.
York was scared.
He set the last message to confirm to Richie that he read it with 'k' (because 'okay' was too much right now), before slumping on the floor and against the lobby's counter to hold him up. He reassess the damage, wincing. Last time he was in bad shape like this, his brother had to fix him. York doesn't know if anyone in town can. Blue blood stains his hardware and skin, down into shirt before he remembers it and reaches up to pinch the tube shut. Even if he rerouted that segment of his system, the blood still flowed.
Fuck.
His head thumps against the counter.
Fuck.
[ooc: initial texts]
WHERE: Hotel lobby
WHAT: Someone decided to fight with a vampire and lost
WHEN: Night of September 3rd/Morning September 4th
WARNINGS: blue blood, injuries
Typing was strangely difficult. Maybe it was because he just had a girl about his age try to rip his face apart. Maybe it was because his skin mesh on his right cheek and on the front of his neck was ripped. There were parts visibly damaged. York was limping.
York was scared.
He set the last message to confirm to Richie that he read it with 'k' (because 'okay' was too much right now), before slumping on the floor and against the lobby's counter to hold him up. He reassess the damage, wincing. Last time he was in bad shape like this, his brother had to fix him. York doesn't know if anyone in town can. Blue blood stains his hardware and skin, down into shirt before he remembers it and reaches up to pinch the tube shut. Even if he rerouted that segment of his system, the blood still flowed.
Fuck.
His head thumps against the counter.
Fuck.
[ooc: initial texts]