It Would Be a Tragedy | Kaneki Ken (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2015-05-19 06:24 pm
itwouldbeatragedy) wrote in entrancelogs2015-05-19 06:24 pm
I tried to sell my soul last night
Who: Kaneki and you!
Where: All over, but mostly inside
When: Tue., May 19 - Wed., May 20
Rating: R for rrr-eating people
Summary: It's been too long since Kaneki last ate.
The Story:
Although the paranoia evaporated with the rest of the event, the hunger didn't. If anything, it's worse now that his attention isn't divided any longer.
When this is over, he'll have only himself to blame for the state he's in now. They have plenty of warning before an event and he should have been prepared for the chance that they'd be stuck without access to the Mansion's magic. He should have eaten before this started.
It's too late now. He can't ignore the smell of meat around him, and even though he has access to the closets and kitchen again, it doesn't occur to him to use them, not for a second. As soon as things are back in order, he begins to stalk about the hallways, waiting to catch any sign of someone in the vicinity, someone alone, who he can easily track and attack. Occasionally, he mutters justifications to himself--everyone has to eat no one would want you to starve it's fine it's fine it's just what you are now--but he's more focused than he seems. Behind his eye patch, his left eye is black and blood red, characteristic of a hunting ghoul, and though his kagune hasn't emerged from his back yet, he won't hesitate to let it slither out from under his skin.
He doesn't consider--or maybe doesn't remember or just doesn't care--that he's not at the top of the food chain here in Wonderland. Pretty high, sure, higher than any regular human, but even among them, there are a few people who could probably manage to get the upperhand against him. Potential threats and potential danger just don't matter--all that matters is eating as much as he can, as soon as he can. That's how far gone he is.
[OOC: Anyone is welcome to tag in here (I will match tagging style, so brackets or prose are equally fine), regardless of whether we've made plans or not! There is an OOC plot post for anyone who is interested but perhaps hesitant about jumping right.]
Where: All over, but mostly inside
When: Tue., May 19 - Wed., May 20
Rating: R for rrr-eating people
Summary: It's been too long since Kaneki last ate.
The Story:
Although the paranoia evaporated with the rest of the event, the hunger didn't. If anything, it's worse now that his attention isn't divided any longer.
When this is over, he'll have only himself to blame for the state he's in now. They have plenty of warning before an event and he should have been prepared for the chance that they'd be stuck without access to the Mansion's magic. He should have eaten before this started.
It's too late now. He can't ignore the smell of meat around him, and even though he has access to the closets and kitchen again, it doesn't occur to him to use them, not for a second. As soon as things are back in order, he begins to stalk about the hallways, waiting to catch any sign of someone in the vicinity, someone alone, who he can easily track and attack. Occasionally, he mutters justifications to himself--everyone has to eat no one would want you to starve it's fine it's fine it's just what you are now--but he's more focused than he seems. Behind his eye patch, his left eye is black and blood red, characteristic of a hunting ghoul, and though his kagune hasn't emerged from his back yet, he won't hesitate to let it slither out from under his skin.
He doesn't consider--or maybe doesn't remember or just doesn't care--that he's not at the top of the food chain here in Wonderland. Pretty high, sure, higher than any regular human, but even among them, there are a few people who could probably manage to get the upperhand against him. Potential threats and potential danger just don't matter--all that matters is eating as much as he can, as soon as he can. That's how far gone he is.
[OOC: Anyone is welcome to tag in here (I will match tagging style, so brackets or prose are equally fine), regardless of whether we've made plans or not! There is an OOC plot post for anyone who is interested but perhaps hesitant about jumping right.]
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He screams when Kaneki bites him. It hurts more than anything he's ever been through in his entire life and he struggles as best as he can. He's not very strong, but it's all automatic like a frightened animal. He has to get away from him, but he's increasingly unsure that he'll actually be able to.
That's it. He's doomed. He's going to die here, eaten alive by someone he stupidly thought was a friend. Why does he keep trusting people?!
But then he remembers something and the focus of his struggling shifts. He fumbles, trying to make his hand go to his pocket, pocket, where the heck is his pocket? Eventually he gets there though and pulls out something he's been carrying around with him ever since Cami gave it to him - a small spray bottle of Holy Water. It was meant for in case he ran into Dean again, but maybe it'll work on Kaneki too.
So, without giving himself any time to think twice about it, Wirt holds it up and sprays Kaneki square in the face with it, as many times as he can get away with.]
That last tag made breaking Wirt's trust completely worth it.
He can tell it's just water right away--and Wirt will be able to tell pretty quickly, too, that, to Kaneki, it's just water--but that doesn't change the fact that some of it got up his nose and it's just uncomfortable.]
BAD KITTY
But whatever is supposed to happen with the Holy Water is taking far too long to actually happen, so Wirt doesn't stick around to watch. While Kaneki is still rubbing at his face, Wirt turns and takes off as fast as his legs will carry him down the hall. Run, run, run, run, run!]