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exsiliumlogs2012-07-21 10:28 am
stonefaith) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-07-21 10:28 am
[closed] do you not have doors where you come from
Date & Time: 7/19 (ish) / sometime after this
Location: Unit 202
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Martin Darkov (theguideless)
Summary: Darkov decides to pay a visit at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME.
Warnings: Bariyan's sorta falling apart into rotting bits it's kinda gross tbh
There wasn't much light filtering into Bariyan's room right now. He'd locked his door and closed the curtains -- but kept the window open, not wanting to lock the smell in to the apartment. Kept quiet as he could (except, of course, for the part where he'd been nearly yelling at his netbook) and hoped that none of his roommates would want to visit. Even if they did, Bariyan had no intention of seeing anyone in person. Not in this state.
He exhaled, sharply.
That was.... most of a limb gone. Bariyan, seated on the floor, stared unhappily at his right arm. Which was currently laying two feet away from him, and in bad shape to boot. Skin and flesh had started sloughing off earlier and now he could see hints of bone in places. Shit, how was he going to get rid of this?
Bariyan looked to his other arm. He'd broken off the fingers that had started to rot before it could spread -- or at least, he thought he had. Couldn't tell now. The spread had been strange and unpredictable and he wasn't sure where it would strike next, or if it would strike at all. He hoped it wouldn't. He rather needed all the remaining limbs left to him.
Bariyan made a frustrated growl low in his throat, and put his face in one hand. Right now, all he could think about was how badly he needed a drink.
Location: Unit 202
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (
stonefaith), Martin Darkov (theguideless)Summary: Darkov decides to pay a visit at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME.
Warnings: Bariyan's sorta falling apart into rotting bits it's kinda gross tbh
There wasn't much light filtering into Bariyan's room right now. He'd locked his door and closed the curtains -- but kept the window open, not wanting to lock the smell in to the apartment. Kept quiet as he could (except, of course, for the part where he'd been nearly yelling at his netbook) and hoped that none of his roommates would want to visit. Even if they did, Bariyan had no intention of seeing anyone in person. Not in this state.
He exhaled, sharply.
That was.... most of a limb gone. Bariyan, seated on the floor, stared unhappily at his right arm. Which was currently laying two feet away from him, and in bad shape to boot. Skin and flesh had started sloughing off earlier and now he could see hints of bone in places. Shit, how was he going to get rid of this?
Bariyan looked to his other arm. He'd broken off the fingers that had started to rot before it could spread -- or at least, he thought he had. Couldn't tell now. The spread had been strange and unpredictable and he wasn't sure where it would strike next, or if it would strike at all. He hoped it wouldn't. He rather needed all the remaining limbs left to him.
Bariyan made a frustrated growl low in his throat, and put his face in one hand. Right now, all he could think about was how badly he needed a drink.