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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OH MY GOD KANEKIKEN LOOK A PRIEST CARRYING JUNK FOOD.
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On the plus side, he doesn't look like he's going to attack her.]
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