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Characters: Kristoph Gavin & Apollo Justice [thedevilsmile & justiceismyname]
Content: Apollo finds his former mentor half-dead and bleeding all over in the aftermath of an not!assassination attempt.
Setting: Alleyway, somewhere near the market place of the make-shift town.
Time: After the races, a bit after this log.
Warnings: Bloooooooood. Loads of it.
One could almost call it an irony, to be honest; amidst the festivities and hustle and bustle of the night market that was going on, just down one of the more deserted alleyways of the makeshift town lay a most horrifying sight that was still unknown to all.
Blood was splattered almost neatly across the wall and then dripping onto the floor, staining the earth crimson. The drip of blood had stopped just a bit ago, when the one who found himself the unexpected and sudden attempt of an assassination had managed to somewhat stem the flow of blood for the moment - not that it helped though, considering that it had been his throat which had been silt. More than enough to render him immobile, almost enough to kill him if need be, but yet he knew he was still alive. Still breathing.
Long blonde hair was now stained with the red that was his blood, but the man paid no attention to that - right now all he could tell himself was to breathe; breathing in and out slowly and surely, in order to regulate his air and in turn his blood so that he was still alive. It would do no good if he was to panic since that'd do nothing but lose more blood and eventually cause him to die. Though, even he was still alive, Kristoph Gavin found himself helpless and unable to move at all - his mind was in a daze between conciousness and unconsciousness due to the loss of blood, rendering him unable to think of anything else but to simply breathe.
The sounds and sights of the festivities just beyond the alley were constantly flitting out of his senses, as if to tease him just like what fate was doing to him now. He couldn't die - he couldn't die now of all times, but yet at this rate... it was obvious that he was, if nobody found him soon.
Content: Apollo finds his former mentor half-dead and bleeding all over in the aftermath of an not!assassination attempt.
Setting: Alleyway, somewhere near the market place of the make-shift town.
Time: After the races, a bit after this log.
Warnings: Bloooooooood. Loads of it.
One could almost call it an irony, to be honest; amidst the festivities and hustle and bustle of the night market that was going on, just down one of the more deserted alleyways of the makeshift town lay a most horrifying sight that was still unknown to all.
Blood was splattered almost neatly across the wall and then dripping onto the floor, staining the earth crimson. The drip of blood had stopped just a bit ago, when the one who found himself the unexpected and sudden attempt of an assassination had managed to somewhat stem the flow of blood for the moment - not that it helped though, considering that it had been his throat which had been silt. More than enough to render him immobile, almost enough to kill him if need be, but yet he knew he was still alive. Still breathing.
Long blonde hair was now stained with the red that was his blood, but the man paid no attention to that - right now all he could tell himself was to breathe; breathing in and out slowly and surely, in order to regulate his air and in turn his blood so that he was still alive. It would do no good if he was to panic since that'd do nothing but lose more blood and eventually cause him to die. Though, even he was still alive, Kristoph Gavin found himself helpless and unable to move at all - his mind was in a daze between conciousness and unconsciousness due to the loss of blood, rendering him unable to think of anything else but to simply breathe.
The sounds and sights of the festivities just beyond the alley were constantly flitting out of his senses, as if to tease him just like what fate was doing to him now. He couldn't die - he couldn't die now of all times, but yet at this rate... it was obvious that he was, if nobody found him soon.