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capencowl20202020-01-15 10:42 pm
lastnerv) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-15 10:42 pm
If you think I've gotten at any better with song lyrics for logs over the years you're wrong
WHO: Shinji Ikari and Kanaya Maryam
WHERE: A safehouse in the City
WHEN: Eaaarlyish in the event? This is subject to change
WHAT: The amazing depressed teenager duo but older and dystopian
WARNINGS: Blood definitely, arguing almost certainly
[If this wasn't the nearest place, he wouldn't be here.
That's what he tells himself as he slowly pries open the one vulnerable window to the abandoned dive bar's basement, wincing as burning pain shoots up from the gash on his arm. He tries focusing his mind on the task at hand (and a little on cursing her for making this place so damn hard to break into to begin with) but Shinji had always found it extremely difficult to distract yourself from things like knife wounds with a clear mind.
It was something he had a few chances to try and practice over the last few years.]
Come on, damn it!
[With a click the window frame finally gives. Shinji sets it off to the side and starts carefully making his way over a shelf under the window, trying to avoid taking it down to the floor with him. The place was empty, just like he had hoped, and that meant time that would have been wasted on explaining what had happened and other assorted conversations he really didn't want to have could instead be spent on patching his wound and pretending this miserable little foray into underworld information gathering never happened.]
Where would it be-
[The lanky young man starts to search through drawers and boxes, looking for a first aid kit, bandages, literally anything to help, all while gritting his teeth every time his arm moves the wrong way.
If this wasn't the nearest place...]
WHERE: A safehouse in the City
WHEN: Eaaarlyish in the event? This is subject to change
WHAT: The amazing depressed teenager duo but older and dystopian
WARNINGS: Blood definitely, arguing almost certainly
[If this wasn't the nearest place, he wouldn't be here.
That's what he tells himself as he slowly pries open the one vulnerable window to the abandoned dive bar's basement, wincing as burning pain shoots up from the gash on his arm. He tries focusing his mind on the task at hand (and a little on cursing her for making this place so damn hard to break into to begin with) but Shinji had always found it extremely difficult to distract yourself from things like knife wounds with a clear mind.
It was something he had a few chances to try and practice over the last few years.]
Come on, damn it!
[With a click the window frame finally gives. Shinji sets it off to the side and starts carefully making his way over a shelf under the window, trying to avoid taking it down to the floor with him. The place was empty, just like he had hoped, and that meant time that would have been wasted on explaining what had happened and other assorted conversations he really didn't want to have could instead be spent on patching his wound and pretending this miserable little foray into underworld information gathering never happened.]
Where would it be-
[The lanky young man starts to search through drawers and boxes, looking for a first aid kit, bandages, literally anything to help, all while gritting his teeth every time his arm moves the wrong way.
If this wasn't the nearest place...]