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sirenspull_logs2012-06-19 03:37 pm
draculalite) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-06-19 03:37 pm
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I raise my hand towards the threatened sky [OPEN]
Who: Raphael Sorel and YOU
When: Afternoon, the heat of the day
Where: On a street near Skye Medical.
Summary: Raphael gets into a scrape walking in the heat of the day. Will you rescue himand earn his eternal ire?
Warnings: Violence!
Wasn't it meant to be cloudy today? Overcast, at least. This was absolutely intolerable.
Raphael looked more like it was the dead of winter than a summer day outside, walking down the street in a wide-brimmed hat and a cloak that covered his body and most of his face. Even through them, the sun was maddeningly painful, sucking the energy from him and every step feeling like a thousand. He could have laid down in the street and fallen asleep for as much as it took out of him.
He rarely left his and Amy's home from dawn until dusk, unless it was an emergency. But their blood supply had gotten low, and the doctor that he arranged pickups through wasn't on the night shift this week, forcing him to make the excursion in the daylight. The cooler full of blood felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand, but he guarded it preciously. The promise of feeding the thirst kept him walking steadily, thinking of little else.
He would have scolded himself for being careless at any other time. So concentrated was he on putting one foot in front of the other that he didn't notice the skittering from behind, the movement in the shadows.
Suddenly he was attacked from behind by a small group of creatures-- he couldn't get a good look at them, but they were many-legged, lizard-looking things, coming after him in a group. He staggered back and drew his rapier with his free hand, knowing instantly that he wouldn't be able to fight them off. Every movement was painful and exhausting, and the prospect of fighting like this was...
He stumbled, hit the ground and cried out as his cloak fell off, the sun hitting his skin like a burst of fire. It stung his eyes and nearly blinded him, leaving him swiping his blade back and forth to stave them off, but more were pouring in from the shadows. They were hungry for the blood they could smell in the cooler-- and for the live bait carrying it.
When: Afternoon, the heat of the day
Where: On a street near Skye Medical.
Summary: Raphael gets into a scrape walking in the heat of the day. Will you rescue him
Warnings: Violence!
Wasn't it meant to be cloudy today? Overcast, at least. This was absolutely intolerable.
Raphael looked more like it was the dead of winter than a summer day outside, walking down the street in a wide-brimmed hat and a cloak that covered his body and most of his face. Even through them, the sun was maddeningly painful, sucking the energy from him and every step feeling like a thousand. He could have laid down in the street and fallen asleep for as much as it took out of him.
He rarely left his and Amy's home from dawn until dusk, unless it was an emergency. But their blood supply had gotten low, and the doctor that he arranged pickups through wasn't on the night shift this week, forcing him to make the excursion in the daylight. The cooler full of blood felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in his hand, but he guarded it preciously. The promise of feeding the thirst kept him walking steadily, thinking of little else.
He would have scolded himself for being careless at any other time. So concentrated was he on putting one foot in front of the other that he didn't notice the skittering from behind, the movement in the shadows.
Suddenly he was attacked from behind by a small group of creatures-- he couldn't get a good look at them, but they were many-legged, lizard-looking things, coming after him in a group. He staggered back and drew his rapier with his free hand, knowing instantly that he wouldn't be able to fight them off. Every movement was painful and exhausting, and the prospect of fighting like this was...
He stumbled, hit the ground and cried out as his cloak fell off, the sun hitting his skin like a burst of fire. It stung his eyes and nearly blinded him, leaving him swiping his blade back and forth to stave them off, but more were pouring in from the shadows. They were hungry for the blood they could smell in the cooler-- and for the live bait carrying it.