[Athrun comes to consciousness with a loud hacking noise, which he recognizes a few seconds later as his own throat trying to expel more blood than is strictly healthy. He's sprawled against a wall in the middle of an unfamiliar hallway, alive (which is a surprise to him) but not well (which is not). Each breath is raspy and struggling, and the hand he wipes his mouth with is already bloody. This… isn't great. And he's alone, which doesn't bode well for Meyrin.
He can't focus on much beyond the thought of continuing his escape, so he braces himself against the wall and starts staggering forward, looking for clues on where to go and leaving a trail of blood behind. Something buzzes in his ear, but his hearing isn't working so great, still ringing from an explosion he should not have survived.]
( 4.0: my best friend gun-chan )
[He arrived with a gun, but guns need ammunition, and he's still too on edge to feel reassured without a supply, so his next stop after coming to terms with his new situation is the armory, to stock up. He's good enough with machinery that he shouldn't have too much difficulty figuring out how to get himself what he needs, at least. Should he find himself in the company of someone else utilizing the room, however, he hesitates.]
Ah, sorry to intrude.
( 6.0: there's no place like the ex-girlfriend's home )
[Once he's settled to a satisfying degree and no longer bleeding to death, Athrun tries something he does very rarely: give himself time to rest and recuperate. He has a lot to think about, after all. When he finds the sunlight room, he heads in and parks himself on the stone path that winds through the flowers, closing his eyes to better feel the breeze. It might almost seem as if he's asleep, but his eyes will snap open at the approach of all but the most stealthy.]
athrun zala | gundam seed destiny
[Athrun comes to consciousness with a loud hacking noise, which he recognizes a few seconds later as his own throat trying to expel more blood than is strictly healthy. He's sprawled against a wall in the middle of an unfamiliar hallway, alive (which is a surprise to him) but not well (which is not). Each breath is raspy and struggling, and the hand he wipes his mouth with is already bloody. This… isn't great. And he's alone, which doesn't bode well for Meyrin.
He can't focus on much beyond the thought of continuing his escape, so he braces himself against the wall and starts staggering forward, looking for clues on where to go and leaving a trail of blood behind. Something buzzes in his ear, but his hearing isn't working so great, still ringing from an explosion he should not have survived.]
( 4.0: my best friend gun-chan )
[He arrived with a gun, but guns need ammunition, and he's still too on edge to feel reassured without a supply, so his next stop after coming to terms with his new situation is the armory, to stock up. He's good enough with machinery that he shouldn't have too much difficulty figuring out how to get himself what he needs, at least. Should he find himself in the company of someone else utilizing the room, however, he hesitates.]
Ah, sorry to intrude.
( 6.0: there's no place like the ex-girlfriend's home )
[Once he's settled to a satisfying degree and no longer bleeding to death, Athrun tries something he does very rarely: give himself time to rest and recuperate. He has a lot to think about, after all. When he finds the sunlight room, he heads in and parks himself on the stone path that winds through the flowers, closing his eyes to better feel the breeze. It might almost seem as if he's asleep, but his eyes will snap open at the approach of all but the most stealthy.]
( a wild card approaches )
[Give me a different prompt :B ilu]