[Random OPEN Backlog!]
Who: Cerceus, Yuuki, Akito
When: During the Water To Blood plague. This opportunity came up in a different log and I wanted to give him the chance to talk to somebody.
Where: The Store
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: British Swearing
Summary: Fish Fry!
Cy slipped out of Akito's cabin. The onset of the Reaper's game seemed to have convinced most people to stay in... a small mercy, as there was nobody to oggle him as he made his way down to the lake's edge. The scent of blood filled the air... again, probably because of the lake... and tantalized him even as the memory of drowning in it made his stomach lurch.
He skirted the edge of the lake around to his tree, retrieving a pair of slightly dusty pants from under the tree root and sliding into them. There... decent. That done, he stood back and eyed the frothy, crimson lake with suspicion.
He loved the taste of blood. But he distrusted The Reaper.
He turned away and went back up the hill. His feet started hurting on the short hike to the store, reminding him again why he hated wearing them so much. Still, he pushed the aching, bruised feeling to the back of his mind and went to collect a basketful of fish. If he couldn't live well, at least he could eat well. He tore into one before he'd filled the basket up, chewing it as he wandered around the store.
When: During the Water To Blood plague. This opportunity came up in a different log and I wanted to give him the chance to talk to somebody.
Where: The Store
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: British Swearing
Summary: Fish Fry!
Cy slipped out of Akito's cabin. The onset of the Reaper's game seemed to have convinced most people to stay in... a small mercy, as there was nobody to oggle him as he made his way down to the lake's edge. The scent of blood filled the air... again, probably because of the lake... and tantalized him even as the memory of drowning in it made his stomach lurch.
He skirted the edge of the lake around to his tree, retrieving a pair of slightly dusty pants from under the tree root and sliding into them. There... decent. That done, he stood back and eyed the frothy, crimson lake with suspicion.
He loved the taste of blood. But he distrusted The Reaper.
He turned away and went back up the hill. His feet started hurting on the short hike to the store, reminding him again why he hated wearing them so much. Still, he pushed the aching, bruised feeling to the back of his mind and went to collect a basketful of fish. If he couldn't live well, at least he could eat well. He tore into one before he'd filled the basket up, chewing it as he wandered around the store.