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[Haine has taken matters into his own hands.  When he found nowhere around that did in fact do piercings or tattoos, he figured any small, sharp object would do.  To be fair, the wings do look pretty badass with the hoops and cuffs and a thin silver chain he found to fill the piercings with.  Most of all, he just wanted to stick the bastards that

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[erythrophilia]

And what a pretty sight this is.

[Grell has appeared behind Haine, just watching like the creeper she is.]

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[rain_of_bullets]

[Haine growls under his breath and manages to push himself into an almost sitting position as he reaches for his gun.]

Get the hell away from me.

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[erythrophilia]

My~ Going to shoot an unarmed lady, are you?

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[rain_of_bullets]

[He flicks the safety off and shakily raises his arm.]

Not if you turn around and keep walking.

[manmade_angel]

[Nill came home from picking up some things for dinner, when she comes home to blood spots just outside the door... and on the carpet outside. Which means someone who was in the house is now bleeding.]

[She drops the bag inside the door and follows the blood to Haine's room. Once she opens the door, a cold tingle runs over her shoulders at the larger spots of blood on Haine's sheets. An attack? A kidnapping? Either way, she was following the wrong end of the trail.]

[Dashing back out of the house, she finds the blood trail again, towel in hand, and follows it. Away from the housing, almost all the way out of town.]

[And as though she thought she couldn't be any more scared than she was when she'd seen Haine get shot and fall out of a window, it's worse now. Haine means everything to her now.]

[Nill runs over to Haine, wishing to God she could just start screaming until someone found them. All she can do now, though, is kneel down next to Haine and try to figure out where he's bleeding from and why he's fallen down.]

[rain_of_bullets]

[Haine can remember precious few times where there wasn't a stark difference between alive, sleeping, and dead. There's never been much inbetween, save the few times he's lost control. But he knows he hates this bleary, tired feeling. For once he doesn't even hear her footsteps, and it isn't until she's next to him, kneeling over him, that he's even sure she's there.

He tenses the moment he's conscious enough to process the thought, and even though it's Nill and no one else, it's hard to get control. Hard not to feel cornered and trapped. If a few piercings were this bad, it was a good thing he hadn't just torn them out, like his first instinct had been. Still, the wings hardly move, save the occasional shudder when he tries to push himself up again.]

Fuck.

They won't stop bleeding.

[manmade_angel]

[Nill looks down at Haine when he speaks, shocked that he's still trying to get up. Well if he wants the bleeding to stop, he's going to have to stop moving so much, Nill knows that at least. She puts a soft hand on his shoulder, trying to encourage him not to move. Nill can see he's trying to fight, but she doesn't need to see any more. She knows he's strong, that he can take care of himself.]

[She looks back up at Haine's back, at his wings. The blood pool is dripping from his back to the ground, which means 'they'...]

[It's hard not to cover her mouth with her hands when she sees what Haine's done to his wings. She would never do such a thing, but Haine has dozens of piercings. He probably tried because he's stubborn like that.]

[Haine's already tried to stop the bleeding with sheets, and a normal wound would have clotted by now. And Haine... Haine should have been fine by now. He was dying--actually dying[She needed help. But who? Who would Haine let near him when he was bleeding so badly? Who could help? While she

[rain_of_bullets]

[He knew jack about bird's anatomy, but unless he'd hit an artery or something, they shouldn't keep bleeding like this. They weren't normal wings. Instinct told him that if he pulled something out of a wound, it would only bleed more though, so he'd thought to ride it out and wait. Stubborn pride and the need to tell the Malnosso Fuck you, this is MY body won out, landing him in this mess.

His arm shakes and slips again, hands balled into fists. What a joke. He doesn't even know what to tell Nill. Go get help? He don't need help. He's a fuckin' zombie, isn't he? Some kind of monster...]

Shit.

[He hisses under his breath when she puts pressure on them, but shakes his head, stubbornly refusing treatment.]

I'll be... fine. I jusss- need-a-minute.

[consultmybooks]

[Yeah, trail of blood is always going to get Giles' attention. Mostly, he wants to make certain that Yuber hasn't taken it upon himself to murder anyone and dump their bodies somewhere for civilians to find. Haine might see him on the approach a bit before Giles sees him - mostly, he's concerned with following the blood before he looks out for the person losing it.

He does spot Haine under his tree a few feet away, finally. His expression goes...strange. A mix of sympathy, pity, and something that might be anxiety or even outright fear.]

Oh.

[rain_of_bullets]

[Oh.

Haine can't blame the man for his reaction. How many bodies dead and dying did he walk by in the streets without so much as a backward glance and a brief moment of relief when it wasn't anyone he knew. He doesn't make a play for the man's attention or call for help. Years of training and reassurance that if his body is left alone long enough, it'll right itself work against him. His own body might be adept at healing itself, but these wings are more an unnatural growth than anything his body might have control over. For some reason the fact that they're a mangled, pierced mess right now has him close to dying and it hasn't quite hit him yet.

He looks over once, hand reaching for his guns, even if his fingers are still slick with his own blood.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles' hands go up. Although one is still holding the journal, he doesn't make a grab for the sword hanging on his belt.]

For God's sake, what more could I do to you?

[rain_of_bullets]

[He makes a low growling sound, as much from the effort as anything else. He doesn't know the man, doesn't trust him, doesn't care who he is. Some looter maybe, waiting for him to die? Unlikely but...]

You'd be surprised. [He barely grinds the words out as he pulls his luger out.]

[gravity_splode]

[Like just about everyone else, it's the blood that catches Xigbar's attention. He has no idea whose it is (and certainly doesn't really care) but he follows the trail out to its logical conclusion anyway, out of nothing more than sheer morbid curiosity.]

Lookin' a little worse for the wear, there.

[rain_of_bullets]

[Great, another weirdo with an eyepatch. Like he needs more of those in his life. Haine hardly looks amused, but that could also be caused by his being a bloody mess on the ground.]

Keep walkin' old man.

[gravity_splode]

What happens if I don't?

[rain_of_bullets]

[His hand moves to the gun at his hip, shaky, but his eyes don't lie. He'll use it if the bastard takes another step closer.]

Guess.

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[killercutething]

Hane?

.....Bad smell.

[rain_of_bullets]

[He looks around groggily for a moment before his eyes focus on the cat.]

...Chi?

[killercutething]

Bad smell. Like hurt. Hane hurt?

[rain_of_bullets]

[He closes his eyes again, breathing a bit labored.]

No. Go home Chi.