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Shawn kept going, right into the ampitheatre that he already thought of as his. Well it wasn't, really, but he was running it and since nobody seemed to give a s**t, it might as well be.
He turned on the lights backstage, barely noticing the 'nice' new spacko renovations and plunked down the tub of medical supplies before rummaging in his personal locker. Thank god. He had a protein bar. He would have to stock up on those too.
He started chomping on it. Clearly he wasn't going to get breakfast today.
Today was shaping up to be a shitty day. A really shitty day. He glared at the door. Maybe the bloodstained prisoners weren't going to follow him after all. That would be... you know what? That would be great, actually. Then he could pretend none of that s**t had happened and he could go back to his show.

He wasn't in a wondering mood, but if he was, he would wonder how the hell the janitorial staff were going to clean up all the blood in time for opening.

Being lead around was taken as an opportunity to get lost in though more than anything, until they were standing in front of the door of course. He’d never seen the theatre before let alone the area in the back. Curiosity got the best of him and his hand slipped out of Retra’s to peak into the area. It was big as expected and filled with a variety of props that he’d have to get into after everything was said and done. However, his eyes rested briefly on the ramen holding prisoner. “Hey you’re that person from before!” Tegi chirped. He was happy to say the least since he had yet to know who the man was, though he was confused as to how he had gotten there before the group.

Before the boy even thought of talking further he made his way to the lockers and ascended clumsily atop of them. He glared at his injured wrist. Ugh, that would’ve worked so much better if it weren’t for that stupid undertaker. He shrugged it off. At least a leg wasn’t chopped. “So, who are you anyways? Oh wait-“ he looked down at the blonde prisoner from where he was perched. “I don’t know your name either.”

“Wow that’ll be an easy one to remember. Anyways, I go by Tegi.” He shuffled a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in. Eventually he ended up taking off his jacket and wrapping it around his arm, using it as a makeshift pillow as he lay on his stomach. All of the adrenalin that helped with fighting and escaping was starting to wear off. “I’m guessing you’re a deadman, am I right?” Sure there were a lot of people with a lot of scars, himself included, but the ones on Rain didn’t seem like the kind that would come from the world outside of the prison.

“Takes one to know one” he quipped. Any other time Tegi would have simply showed what he could do, but with losing the amount of blood that he did it wasn’t something he was willing to jump to. He kept watch on the door, trying to ignore the pain emanating from the gashes and the cold air hitting them. “I don't think I'd be up and talking if I was any less.” Tegi knew that if it wasn’t for Retra he would have been far worse off, but she wasn’t exactlt around to thank quite yet. What’s taking them so long anyways?

Rain scratched his head and just set the bowl and chopsticks down. He pulled out a thin piece of metal and cut his arm. Holding it up so that Shawn could see the blood, he began to talk. A deadman is a person who has been infected with something called a "worm" which allows us to control our blood. He said and his blood jumped to life, forming thin tendrils that weaved back and forth. The shape our blood takes varies from deadman to deadman and is called our Branch of Sin. Rain finished as the tendrils shrunk and pierced the skin around his cut, forming a series of stiches. The bleeding from the cut stopped.

Figuring that it was better for Rain to talk, Tegi kept silent. It would be hard to explain with his abilities anyways. Besides, he’d never seen the other deadman’s branch. His head tilted a bit as the loose blood closed the cut it came from. Huh, well that’s convenient. However it seemed like Rain left out everything to do with carnival corpse, or the penalty game for that matter. Maybe he didn’t mention it on purpose, it was hard enough for anyone ‘normal’ to understand their capabilities as it was. “I thought you would have caught most of that from what happened in the courtyard,” he shrugged. The deeper information could wait for now.

Tegi looked over his shoulder when a sudden thud sounded from behind. How Shawn got up there so easily while carrying things was something he couldn’t figure out, but he assumed it had something to do with his easy access to the theatre. That sense of curiosity was tossed aside as soon as he heard what the blond was saying, and was quickly replaced with something else between peeved and troubled. “You’re really saying ‘stay still’ and ‘it’s probably gonna hurt’ in the same breath? Geez you’re just as bad as them…” Despite everything in his mind telling him to get away the boy stayed put. If not dying meant putting up with a bit more pain he’d just have to attempt to deal with it. Hopefully it wouldn't be bad enough to freak him out.

As the undertaker walked through the door he laid even more flat to the lockers. Ughhh I knew this was gonna happen, he thought with a sigh. Tegi watched the man closely, anticipating his next move.