End Of The Rails // Triplets vs Levaithans Day 3
Jun 27, 2015 11:23:02 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jun 27, 2015 11:23:02 GMT -5
- Kirito Miristioma -
"Even when you think you have lost yourself, remember why you are here.."
The wind whispered horrible things about the lives Kirito had stolen with a glint of his blade. Yet their voices did not matter to him any longer. In truth he could only half hear them anyway with his weakly stitched bloody hole of an ear reminding him constantly of the nature of these games. There were no nice people and no cute little puppy dogs to hold and love. No everything in this arena wanted you dead, even yourself at points when you believe that there is no more light to guide your wandering shadow. Yet still you always find yourself still fighting. Still shedding blood, but why? Since you truthfully want to survive? Wrong. Because humans are savage beasts and the games only prevail this side of humanity to the world. Apparently the side shined well on Kirito's moist skin caused by the falling drizzle.
Kirito and his allies did not get very far away from the scene of their latest act against morals before the pathetic bitch from district two Olivia barked out that she was tired and wouldn't go any further. Didn't she understand that there was no place for whining children in these games only monsters. If she was going to stay hidden behind the walls of her complaints then let her rot. Her life was of no value to him, sure she was his ally but only for so long. Eventually they would turn their weapons against each other. If they even made it that far. Either way she would never return back to her district with her current mentality.
As the world shifted to a darker dim the lights slowly twinkled away into a ghastly void leaving only the sound of quaint dripping. With every gentle splash of a drop all Kirito could hear was the sounds of dripping blood. All he could see was blood sprinkling down from above bathing him in its grotesqueness. It was the perfect place for a beast. Kirito's monster smirked at the visions as the true light beneath the hell hound's pelt flickered weaker and weaker with every kill. Just accept the fact that your time is over Kirito, this isn't a world for a weak ass bitch like you. Kirito's darkness lashed out at him again as its chains dug deeper into his subconscious skin.
With a slight jump Kirito's sullen eyes lifted to the sky as a half ass anthem blared into the arena from the clock tower. Shockingly no faces appeared as the darkness final rolled back into place. A deep twisted laugh shook Kirito's body rustling the mud beneath him. "Isn't that just great!" He bellowed hysterically to his allies "Now that twenty two of us are still alive Day Three is going to be even more hell! Even more BLOOD!" Another laugh ripped through Kirito's teeth as invisible tears soaked his cheeks. Perhaps the healer had finally accepted his new role.
The night seemed to fade all to quickly as the morning waves of dawn filtered over Kirito's face. Kirito hated traveling just about as much as he dislike the constant nagging of Olivia from the day earlier. Thankfully she hadn't started complaining yet so perhaps she wouldn't at all. That would be a sweet treat. However Kirito couldn't help himself from glancing over at Rhyme. Although he would never tell her he was highly concerned for her. Luckily though she was a hard cookie who would take a lot more than a few missing fingers to crack.
Then in a moment everything changed. One sound caused the monster to roar from within the pelted body Kirito wore. Already his knife was drawn and his eyes scanned for a weak point on his foes. It was startling how easy it was for Kirito to be so prepared to slash open another's neck. Yet all that didn't matter as Kirito let his blade dive towards the first weak point he spotted.
Kirito and his allies did not get very far away from the scene of their latest act against morals before the pathetic bitch from district two Olivia barked out that she was tired and wouldn't go any further. Didn't she understand that there was no place for whining children in these games only monsters. If she was going to stay hidden behind the walls of her complaints then let her rot. Her life was of no value to him, sure she was his ally but only for so long. Eventually they would turn their weapons against each other. If they even made it that far. Either way she would never return back to her district with her current mentality.
As the world shifted to a darker dim the lights slowly twinkled away into a ghastly void leaving only the sound of quaint dripping. With every gentle splash of a drop all Kirito could hear was the sounds of dripping blood. All he could see was blood sprinkling down from above bathing him in its grotesqueness. It was the perfect place for a beast. Kirito's monster smirked at the visions as the true light beneath the hell hound's pelt flickered weaker and weaker with every kill. Just accept the fact that your time is over Kirito, this isn't a world for a weak ass bitch like you. Kirito's darkness lashed out at him again as its chains dug deeper into his subconscious skin.
With a slight jump Kirito's sullen eyes lifted to the sky as a half ass anthem blared into the arena from the clock tower. Shockingly no faces appeared as the darkness final rolled back into place. A deep twisted laugh shook Kirito's body rustling the mud beneath him. "Isn't that just great!" He bellowed hysterically to his allies "Now that twenty two of us are still alive Day Three is going to be even more hell! Even more BLOOD!" Another laugh ripped through Kirito's teeth as invisible tears soaked his cheeks. Perhaps the healer had finally accepted his new role.
The night seemed to fade all to quickly as the morning waves of dawn filtered over Kirito's face. Kirito hated traveling just about as much as he dislike the constant nagging of Olivia from the day earlier. Thankfully she hadn't started complaining yet so perhaps she wouldn't at all. That would be a sweet treat. However Kirito couldn't help himself from glancing over at Rhyme. Although he would never tell her he was highly concerned for her. Luckily though she was a hard cookie who would take a lot more than a few missing fingers to crack.
Then in a moment everything changed. One sound caused the monster to roar from within the pelted body Kirito wore. Already his knife was drawn and his eyes scanned for a weak point on his foes. It was startling how easy it was for Kirito to be so prepared to slash open another's neck. Yet all that didn't matter as Kirito let his blade dive towards the first weak point he spotted.
Kirito Attacks Simon with his Switchblade
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{deep gash on forehead 9.0}
Kirito uses his jar of tar and one match to light his blade on fire
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{Extinguished}
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