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Who: Ganta Igarashi (cachaemic) and Chief Makina (eristical) for now.
What: Someone had to find him first...
Where: Oh, nowhere in particular.
When: Slightly backdated to right after Tamaki's last post(-ish).
Ganta hadn't gone all that far from where Genkaku left him. Not really. After wandering down the street a ways, he slumped over by the closest building he could find. The pain in his chest had dulled, even if he could still taste the blood in his mouth and he was sure that he must have broken something. Still, he was pretty used to it. But seeing Nagi like that, even after what he did to him, it hurt. And all Ganta did was make it worse for him. So instead of calling for help, he draped his arms on his legs and stared dumbly at his communicator and tried to chase his thoughts away.
There was a lot he missed. A lot, but first thing he saw when he turned it on was him. Tamaki. Of course, he'd been expecting that for months. Just waiting for someone to tell him he'd never escape from Deadman Wonderland. That four-eyed bastard was here, and it wouldn't take him long at all before he'd tell the entire city he was a murder. They might even believe him. He felt so angry. Just talking to him, if he had the energy, he would have-- But he didn't, and he didn't know why he spoke up in the first place.
It seemed that Ganta didn't know or understand anything that was going on. He should have been dead for all the mistakes he made, and thinking about why he wasn't just made him confused. Genkaku said there was someone who wanted him alive, but he couldn't imagine who or why.
Maybe if he just sat there for a while, he'd start to feel normal again. And maybe when Shiro found him, they could just go back and forget for a while. If she found him. That was the best he could hope for.
What: Someone had to find him first...
Where: Oh, nowhere in particular.
When: Slightly backdated to right after Tamaki's last post(-ish).
Ganta hadn't gone all that far from where Genkaku left him. Not really. After wandering down the street a ways, he slumped over by the closest building he could find. The pain in his chest had dulled, even if he could still taste the blood in his mouth and he was sure that he must have broken something. Still, he was pretty used to it. But seeing Nagi like that, even after what he did to him, it hurt. And all Ganta did was make it worse for him. So instead of calling for help, he draped his arms on his legs and stared dumbly at his communicator and tried to chase his thoughts away.
There was a lot he missed. A lot, but first thing he saw when he turned it on was him. Tamaki. Of course, he'd been expecting that for months. Just waiting for someone to tell him he'd never escape from Deadman Wonderland. That four-eyed bastard was here, and it wouldn't take him long at all before he'd tell the entire city he was a murder. They might even believe him. He felt so angry. Just talking to him, if he had the energy, he would have-- But he didn't, and he didn't know why he spoke up in the first place.
It seemed that Ganta didn't know or understand anything that was going on. He should have been dead for all the mistakes he made, and thinking about why he wasn't just made him confused. Genkaku said there was someone who wanted him alive, but he couldn't imagine who or why.
Maybe if he just sat there for a while, he'd start to feel normal again. And maybe when Shiro found him, they could just go back and forget for a while. If she found him. That was the best he could hope for.