♔ In Our Darkest Hour...
Who; rowdy_count and you?
What; Looking after himself has finally taken its toll. Pain, suffering and emotional break down.
Where; Outside a little run down house not too far from the market place.
When; late noon about 12:30 on the 21st.
Rating; PG-13
Status; OPEN
Heavy wet teal hair hung like sodden sheets left out in the rain, dangling before his eyes which both faced downwards. There was a dullness in the boys eye, both uncovered for a change though his contract was dull, still present, but dull. Ciel had gone through a mix of emotions since losing his butler, frustration and then anger, seeing as how the contract still seemed to work, it still shone and beamed when he ordered his butler... though Sebastian never seemed to come.
Hugging his scuffed and bruised knees, rocking slightly as his feet slopped in the puddle that had gathered from the rain earlier. Ciel was in a mess, clothes all ripped here and there from falling and fighting various hellions he's encountered. His gun was down to its last bullet and the sword he'd found and been using earlier was all chipped and broken. His stomach rumbled and the young Earl moaned in discomfort.
"I should have known... I should have seen this coming..." Grumbling, his top lip snarling up in anger. "I'm not suppose to be here, I'm not suppose to die like this..." Raising his head to the sound of wings. A large rook landing beside the puddle Ciel's feet were in. Hopping and cawing into the shallow water, its beady little eyes staring at the Earl. "Sebastian?" Tipping his head aside as the bird tipped its own, ruffling and fluffing up its wings, hopping closer to Ciel. He extended his hand, reaching out in hopes that the crow was truly infact his butler seeing as Sebastian had taken the form of such a bird in the past.
His hand opened, fingers so close to the rook, then suddenly a sound in the near distance startled the bird, sending it soaring off, back into the clouded sky! "N-no!! Sebastian!!? SEBASTIAN!?" Poor boy, he must have looked like some mad homeless child, standing up and splashing himself as he fell in the puddle.
What; Looking after himself has finally taken its toll. Pain, suffering and emotional break down.
Where; Outside a little run down house not too far from the market place.
When; late noon about 12:30 on the 21st.
Rating; PG-13
Status; OPEN
Heavy wet teal hair hung like sodden sheets left out in the rain, dangling before his eyes which both faced downwards. There was a dullness in the boys eye, both uncovered for a change though his contract was dull, still present, but dull. Ciel had gone through a mix of emotions since losing his butler, frustration and then anger, seeing as how the contract still seemed to work, it still shone and beamed when he ordered his butler... though Sebastian never seemed to come.
Hugging his scuffed and bruised knees, rocking slightly as his feet slopped in the puddle that had gathered from the rain earlier. Ciel was in a mess, clothes all ripped here and there from falling and fighting various hellions he's encountered. His gun was down to its last bullet and the sword he'd found and been using earlier was all chipped and broken. His stomach rumbled and the young Earl moaned in discomfort.
"I should have known... I should have seen this coming..." Grumbling, his top lip snarling up in anger. "I'm not suppose to be here, I'm not suppose to die like this..." Raising his head to the sound of wings. A large rook landing beside the puddle Ciel's feet were in. Hopping and cawing into the shallow water, its beady little eyes staring at the Earl. "Sebastian?" Tipping his head aside as the bird tipped its own, ruffling and fluffing up its wings, hopping closer to Ciel. He extended his hand, reaching out in hopes that the crow was truly infact his butler seeing as Sebastian had taken the form of such a bird in the past.
His hand opened, fingers so close to the rook, then suddenly a sound in the near distance startled the bird, sending it soaring off, back into the clouded sky! "N-no!! Sebastian!!? SEBASTIAN!?" Poor boy, he must have looked like some mad homeless child, standing up and splashing himself as he fell in the puddle.