♫ They Say it's Your Birthday ♫
Characters: Archie Kennedy (possessed), Reinette
Rating: R
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Interior
Relative Date: Immediately after this.
Status: CLOSED
As Archie left the study, he could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. So easy was it to forget that humans could be fragile -- in the heat of battle, all a person can usually think on is survival. The demoniacally possessed Archie Kennedy had only really worried about one thing, and that was moving on.
He was bloody and battered. He had managed to wipe away most of the blood on his face, but a certain amount remained where his lip was split. His sweater had two parallel tears that revealed long, deep scrapes underneath where vampire teeth had scored him. There was blood there, too, but it was being rubbed around by the knit of his dark sweater.
And, of course, wrapped around his upper thigh was the sleeve of a lab coat, drenched red with the blood from his leg wound. He reached down and tried to tighten the bandage, only to find himself light-headed and ready to go down. "Blood hell..." he sighed, then called out to the empty, echoing hallways. "Canni get a little help, please!" He added, under his breath, "If you could send a hot blonde, it'd be much better..."
Rating: R
Time Period: Modern
Location: Castle Interior
Relative Date: Immediately after this.
Status: CLOSED
As Archie left the study, he could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. So easy was it to forget that humans could be fragile -- in the heat of battle, all a person can usually think on is survival. The demoniacally possessed Archie Kennedy had only really worried about one thing, and that was moving on.
He was bloody and battered. He had managed to wipe away most of the blood on his face, but a certain amount remained where his lip was split. His sweater had two parallel tears that revealed long, deep scrapes underneath where vampire teeth had scored him. There was blood there, too, but it was being rubbed around by the knit of his dark sweater.
And, of course, wrapped around his upper thigh was the sleeve of a lab coat, drenched red with the blood from his leg wound. He reached down and tried to tighten the bandage, only to find himself light-headed and ready to go down. "Blood hell..." he sighed, then called out to the empty, echoing hallways. "Canni get a little help, please!" He added, under his breath, "If you could send a hot blonde, it'd be much better..."