If I gave you the truth; would it keep you alive?

Sep 05, 2008 23:21

There's a small trail of dominos in the hallway.  It's leading towards the open door to a staircase.  Several dominos on each step, going up one floor, two floors, just lonely dominos as if they were naturally meant to be there.  It was a marvel that nobody had knocked them over yet.

Finally, the dominos branch out into a hallway, leading down it until it came to a sharp curve.  Left.  They went down the left passageway.  And just at the end of the hallway, sat a small tower of the little black tiles, N in the center, slowly building with a large pile of them next to him.

Upon first glance, it's easy to see that something had happened.  His shirt is torn, dirty.  His hands are stiff, barely able to grasp at the dominos.  His eyes are bloodshot and dull, his hair is falling in ragged angles.  Bruises form on several hidden places along his body.  But it's his air, his... presance that seems... off.  Hurt.  Recoiled, like a baby fox cowering inside it's den.  Except all that he's got are the little black tiles, and there's no way that they'll ever be enough.

[[ooc: Set after the good/evil room, during Mihael's silent treatment, and just after N's (finally) beatdown from vampy Lighto]]

great going n, how much for the hoor?, i'm just a little unwell

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