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entrancelogs2013-03-28 03:19 pm
appealingavarice) wrote in entrancelogs2013-03-28 03:19 pm
003 - with his eyes torn out
Who: Greed, Ling Yao, and OPEN!
Where: Basement/hallways -or- dining room
When: Friday morning -or- later in the event
Rating: Probably R
Summary: Greed doesn't like this event. Fortunately, there's a friend inside his head who's able and willing to help.
The Story:
It was just as well that Greed had the basement largely to himself. No one was around to hear the rather embarrassing noise he made upon opening his eyes to see gore everywhere. It wasn't just on everything, it was everything, guts and flayed flesh and pieces he couldn't even identify-
He was up and fighting-ready in an instant, but nothing moved. Not with purpose, anyway, there was definitely a lot of... pulsing. As nothing continued to happen, a growing suspicion began niggling at his mind, and it solidified when he looked back down at his bed. "Okay. Okay, I know what blood feels like, and if that was real I'd have it all over me. This isn't real."
It was kind of reassuring to hear it out loud, even if he'd had to say it himself. It wasn't okay, shit, it wasn't anywhere near okay, but he felt secure enough to shut his eyes and then everything was normal again. The floor wasn't squishing under his feet. The wall, when his hand met it, was cool and unyielding as it should be. It'd be tricky to get around like this, but damned if Greed the Avaricious was going to shut himself in his own room because of some kind of trick of the eye. Maybe he could just open them to get a sense of where things were and then... just... not look anymore.
I could get around much more easily, you know, said the prince.
"Nice try. Come on, let's see what's going on out there."
-or-
Ling still wasn't sure how this was happening- not that it wasn't nice to have the run of his own body again, but he wouldn't have chosen these particular circumstances. The ability to open his eyes without feeling nauseous would have been included in any scenario he devised.
He especially could have done without the people who seemed to have decided that just because everything was ugly it was evil. But he had discovered the perfect solution to that problem! The one place people who saw everything as hideous flesh-sacks would surely avoid!
The dining room.
The fact that it produced endless free food was entirely beside the point, obviously. Although, since the sight of it would have killed even Ling's appetite, he'd taken extra precautions and made a napkin into a blindfold. All in all, he was happy with his plan. Even Greed was grudgingly impressed.
Where: Basement/hallways -or- dining room
When: Friday morning -or- later in the event
Rating: Probably R
Summary: Greed doesn't like this event. Fortunately, there's a friend inside his head who's able and willing to help.
The Story:
It was just as well that Greed had the basement largely to himself. No one was around to hear the rather embarrassing noise he made upon opening his eyes to see gore everywhere. It wasn't just on everything, it was everything, guts and flayed flesh and pieces he couldn't even identify-
He was up and fighting-ready in an instant, but nothing moved. Not with purpose, anyway, there was definitely a lot of... pulsing. As nothing continued to happen, a growing suspicion began niggling at his mind, and it solidified when he looked back down at his bed. "Okay. Okay, I know what blood feels like, and if that was real I'd have it all over me. This isn't real."
It was kind of reassuring to hear it out loud, even if he'd had to say it himself. It wasn't okay, shit, it wasn't anywhere near okay, but he felt secure enough to shut his eyes and then everything was normal again. The floor wasn't squishing under his feet. The wall, when his hand met it, was cool and unyielding as it should be. It'd be tricky to get around like this, but damned if Greed the Avaricious was going to shut himself in his own room because of some kind of trick of the eye. Maybe he could just open them to get a sense of where things were and then... just... not look anymore.
I could get around much more easily, you know, said the prince.
"Nice try. Come on, let's see what's going on out there."
Ling still wasn't sure how this was happening- not that it wasn't nice to have the run of his own body again, but he wouldn't have chosen these particular circumstances. The ability to open his eyes without feeling nauseous would have been included in any scenario he devised.
He especially could have done without the people who seemed to have decided that just because everything was ugly it was evil. But he had discovered the perfect solution to that problem! The one place people who saw everything as hideous flesh-sacks would surely avoid!
The dining room.
The fact that it produced endless free food was entirely beside the point, obviously. Although, since the sight of it would have killed even Ling's appetite, he'd taken extra precautions and made a napkin into a blindfold. All in all, he was happy with his plan. Even Greed was grudgingly impressed.