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[img]http://i.imgur.com/HioCVJ8.png[/img][h3][color=73750b]Group #1[/color]
[color=73750b]Location:[/color] Trapped under a train and being impaled by a piece of metalohgodsI'mgonnadie.|| [color=73750b]Action:[/color] Being impaled --> Trying to figure out how to get out from under the train while being impaled.|| [color=73750b]Mood:[/color] Releved --> In pain, just pain [/h3][color=73750b]Interacting with: The gods above, whoever will listen. [@Mae] [@Tenma Tendo] [@Orpheus][/color]
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His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness. He could see the shimmering blood, and was that where it was coming from? He could see it, a gap he could probably get through. His eyes widened, it was freedom. But then there was a sound.

It echoed through his ears, but it was different than the laughing he could hear before, it seemed to encompass him, it was creaking, and then suddenly a sharp pain. And then his eyes widened even more, this time in pain.

[color=73750b]Aaaaugh."[/color] the shout was loud and guttural as his eyes welled up with tears. He clenched his jaws, closing his eyes as he tried to take deep breaths, each movement just exacerbating the pain more. He didn't want to look at his new wound. He didn't want to move.

He could feel his heart racing, he was beginning to shake, he didn't know if was from pain or panicking. Did he dare take it out? Or did he try to escape with it still in him. 

He was having trouble concentrating, the sharp, throbbing pain in his abdomen was all he could focus on. Even the sound of the familiar cackling seemed distant...

He gritted his teeth. [i]Come on, you've been in pain before, you can do this...[/i] But he couldn't remember feeling this  [i]trapped[/i].... He gritted his teeth, leaving it in could cause it to get stuck on something... It would be harder to move, it needed to come out, if it got caught on anything while still inside him... 

He held back sobs as he very carefully moved to his side, trying to steady himself. He bit into his arm, ignoring the dusty taste of his jacket sleeve as his free hand gripped the piece of metal lodged inside of him. He took a few steadying breaths stealing himself for the pain he was expecting as he pulled on the piece of metal, hard and steady trying to keep it a swift fluid motion.

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[img]http://i.imgur.com/z1zlx4s.png[/img][img]http://i.imgur.com/ACp6aD0.png[/img][h3]Group #3
Location: The Mists, enjoying a tea party.|| Action: [color=6b0808]Being attacked by a chair.[/color] :: [color=6C4375]Flying around on a chair[/color] || Mood [color=6b0808]Frustrated --> Annoyed[/color] :: [color=6C4375] Curious --> Amused[/color] [/h3]Interacting with: [color=6b0808]A very annoying chair.[/color] :: [color=6C4375]Viola Valdis [@Fox of Spades][/color][/center]

She looked at the woman’s hand and took it, offering her a smile. [color=6C4375]”I’m Alexis, and that’s Oxe, he’ll be glad to meet you.”[/color] She said brightly, though she wasn’t actually so sure of that.


As they neared the table Alexis' eyes widened in surprise as the chairs began to fly around. She felt on nudge her from behind, giggling as she fell easily into it. Oxe, unfortunately, seemed to have issues. The tall man had merely been knocked over. She had a look of concern on her face, but she couldn't help but laugh more as the chair seemed to parade around the table.

[color=6C4375]"A...are you ok, Ze?"[/color] she asked between fits of laughter.

Oxe's eyes narrowed as the chair assaulted him. He glanced at Alexis, his nose flairing. He wanted to get her off of the dancing, acrobatic chair, but the chair that had tried to, and failed, to get him to sit on continued to attack him He could feel bruises begin to form as the hard plastic hit against him.

He groaned a bit, trying to grab hold of the chair while taking in the situation. Alexis was being carried around by the strange, moving chairs, while the woman she had brought with her had mostly settled, just moving in a seemingly rhythmic pattern. 

Cups swirled around the table and all Oxe could do was grab hold of the chair to try and get it to stop. He could only assume that the only way to get it to do so was to sit on it, but the chair seemed unable to realize he [i]couldn't[/i] do that if it kept [i]attacking him[/i]. He glared at the chair, pointing at himself, and then at it, as if to tell the thing 'alright, I'll sit.', hoping it would work.

Meanwhile Alexis' chair was now moving up and around the table, spinning around in dizzying, but exciting circles, holding onto the chair so she wouldn't fall.