[Prompt 5] Dreaming 3/3 ( Rook/Cecil ) + ??? | Page 2 | { ARCHIVED } ----------------- Day Zero, Sept 2015 | Guild Forums

Inu-Mitsu

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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 8:52 pm

Cecil was shaking with the effort to stay conscious, eyes focused on the creature afraid to look anywhere else. "Rook. Please, man you have-" But his friend wouldn't listen. He had instead took that moment to stand between him and the creature and act like a shield.

"Rook....no please you can't." The creature was raising its blade, it was so close to Rook. Too close. And Cecil knew the promise to end the pain would end with that sword in Rook's chest. "Look out!"

He rose his hand as the sword came down aimed straight for Rook's torso but as soon as it was within striking distance it and the apparition dissipated to nothing. For a long moment Cecil was simply stunned. Had they dreamed it all? The pain he felt certainly seemed real.

As soon as he allowed himself to feel an ounce of relief Cecil was slumping forward, one arm around his middle and the other one keeping him from face planting on the floor. "I think I'm ready to go back to the casino."

[ Infection Rate ]: 50/100
[HP:] 10/50

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Character's name: Cecil Halvorson
Character's faction: District 1 (University)
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: View
Jersey Number: 35
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference
Status: Oh God what is going on

Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 9:29 pm

To say Rook wasn't terrified at that moment would have been a lie. He saw the blade raised, and the blade fall, coming straight at him. He froze, unable to move and merely awaited for the inevitable hit.

It didn't come.

Just as the sword was about to pierce his flesh, the creature dissipated, vanishing back the fog that birthed it.

"Much more of this, and I might have to agree." Rook added, nearly dropping back down to his knees again with relief. That was too close. "How are you holding up? He asked, glancing at the man briefly, before he walked over and reached down to pick up the radio he had dropped. It was still buzzing with noise as he handed it back to him. "Here."

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[ Infection Rate ]: 45/100
Rook's HP: 30/50

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Character's name: Rook
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: View
Character's survival stats: View
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Jersey Number: 25

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Inu-Mitsu

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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 10:06 pm

Breathing hard to catch his breath Cecil was mostly focused on the floor. He shook his head, not sure how to answer. "I'm...hurting."

He heard the word 'here' and managed to look up and see the radio being offered to him. With a shaky gesture he pulled his arm away from his middle to grab for it but missed it the first and second time before he finally took hold. His hand was still sticky with blood and he nearly lost what little grip he had on the device before he was able to secure it in his pocket. "It would probably be best to move, yeah?"

Getting his feet back under him proved difficult. Standing was a whole other adventure. Cecil managed to rise a mere foot off the floor before he was slumping again feeling tired and sluggish. "I could really go for some Timmies right now. A coffee...maybe some timbits."

Before he attempted to stand again he settled his gaze on Rook. "You should have left..." And while he tried to look stern he couldn't help a half smile as he added. "I'm glad you didn't."

[ Infection Rate ]: 50/100
[HP:] 10/50

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Character's name: Cecil Halvorson
Character's faction: District 1 (University)
Character's journal link: Here
Character's survival stats: View
Jersey Number: 35
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Cecil is tall standing at 6'9" (206cm), platinum gray hair that is long on one side and shaved on the other. It is likely pulled back into a bun for convience. Image reference
Status: Oh God what is going on

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