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Who: Uchiha Sasuke raiton + [OPEN]
Where: Gohl Avenue
When: Evening
Rating: TBA
Summary: Sasuke is slightly in denial. Worn and torn and all that fun trauma like stuff.
the log:
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Haa- Haa- Haa-
The pitter of rain was still fresh to his ears and his dress reflected it. Something close to traditional Japanese attire was soaken wet and black clumped locks of hair stuck to very fair skin. The smell of blood, and rain, and lightening was upon him. Scarlettes looked somewhere between hateful, agonized, and blank. Numb, possibly numb.
A long inhale.
At first he hadn't even noticed the change. He didn't notice the lab table, the people, the voices, or anything previous to this street- whatever street it was. His mind too in shock to even register where he was, or rather where he was no longer. He could see it so clearly as if he were still there, and at this moment he believed he were still there. He wanted to believe that it was still there; he could see it still there. That body face down and how he wanted to reach out -- his steps caved, and body broke down to his knee's from exhaustion -- reach out and grab it. Look right in to those lying eyes, those lying features. To look at that precious face he'd longed to see this way. Just this way. Dead. How he longed to see Itachi this way, dead-- and as the younger Uchiha had let this thought sink in, sitting back on his knees and curled forward taking a nice long deep inhale, he realized something.
His eyes shot open from the soft lidding they had done. He- he did it. He.. he did it. It was over.
Itachi was dead. It was.. over, he was-- dead
Dead.
And Sasuke laughed lightly. He laughed and rolled his back up to look at the dark sky above. Fear; hate; anger; agony; denial; shock. 3, 2, 1. It dropped through him like a rock down his gut and to the knee's he knelt upon. His eyes widened and his chest tightened. As breath caught in his lungs and held; as he stared at the sky marked with smoke and smelled of sulfer and rot; as his body tenced in the after effects of their fight and trembled-- He screamed. He screamed, and his heart pounded wildly. He screamed and fingers came up to grab tight those wet locks. He screamed until his breath was drawn out to the very end; every whisp of it gone and ended in a squeeze and a gasp for air. He screamed until his throat was dry and water marked his cheeks from the tight grasp draining those wet black locks. He screamed until there was nothing left to scream.
Sasuke collapsed from his knees onto his side and stared. Stared blankly at rubble lost and confuesed; ache, confuesion. Vaguely the thought came over him: Where am I? As he closed his eyes and breathed. Everything is cold. This isn't right.
His lips parterted with a thin exhale, "gone," was whispered gently, "its over."
He felt so weak. So unbareably weak. It didn't seem to matter right now. His previous thoughts didn't seem to matter so much right now.
Itachi was dead; and everything hurt.
Where: Gohl Avenue
When: Evening
Rating: TBA
Summary: Sasuke is slightly in denial. Worn and torn and all that fun trauma like stuff.
the log:
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Haa- Haa- Haa-
The pitter of rain was still fresh to his ears and his dress reflected it. Something close to traditional Japanese attire was soaken wet and black clumped locks of hair stuck to very fair skin. The smell of blood, and rain, and lightening was upon him. Scarlettes looked somewhere between hateful, agonized, and blank. Numb, possibly numb.
A long inhale.
At first he hadn't even noticed the change. He didn't notice the lab table, the people, the voices, or anything previous to this street- whatever street it was. His mind too in shock to even register where he was, or rather where he was no longer. He could see it so clearly as if he were still there, and at this moment he believed he were still there. He wanted to believe that it was still there; he could see it still there. That body face down and how he wanted to reach out -- his steps caved, and body broke down to his knee's from exhaustion -- reach out and grab it. Look right in to those lying eyes, those lying features. To look at that precious face he'd longed to see this way. Just this way. Dead. How he longed to see Itachi this way, dead-- and as the younger Uchiha had let this thought sink in, sitting back on his knees and curled forward taking a nice long deep inhale, he realized something.
His eyes shot open from the soft lidding they had done. He- he did it. He.. he did it. It was over.
Itachi was dead. It was.. over, he was-- dead
Dead.
And Sasuke laughed lightly. He laughed and rolled his back up to look at the dark sky above. Fear; hate; anger; agony; denial; shock. 3, 2, 1. It dropped through him like a rock down his gut and to the knee's he knelt upon. His eyes widened and his chest tightened. As breath caught in his lungs and held; as he stared at the sky marked with smoke and smelled of sulfer and rot; as his body tenced in the after effects of their fight and trembled-- He screamed. He screamed, and his heart pounded wildly. He screamed and fingers came up to grab tight those wet locks. He screamed until his breath was drawn out to the very end; every whisp of it gone and ended in a squeeze and a gasp for air. He screamed until his throat was dry and water marked his cheeks from the tight grasp draining those wet black locks. He screamed until there was nothing left to scream.
Sasuke collapsed from his knees onto his side and stared. Stared blankly at rubble lost and confuesed; ache, confuesion. Vaguely the thought came over him: Where am I? As he closed his eyes and breathed. Everything is cold. This isn't right.
His lips parterted with a thin exhale, "gone," was whispered gently, "its over."
He felt so weak. So unbareably weak. It didn't seem to matter right now. His previous thoughts didn't seem to matter so much right now.
Itachi was dead; and everything hurt.