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allthesame2me) wrote2011-05-21 12:36 pm
allthesame2me) wrote2011-05-21 12:36 pm
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Entry 2 [Commentlog] Guess who's finally waking up?! 8D
[The first thing that begins to sink in past the fog of unconsciousness is the cold. Alex is chilled to the very center of his bones and he can't process why this would be. He begins to stir, grimacing at a deep settling ache that seems to cover almost every inch of his body. What had happened .. What ..
He pries his eyes open and what he finds chills his innards in a way that his surroundings haven't yet managed. He only recognized his surroundings because he'd had to retrieve frozen items for preparation in the kitchen.
Alex was lying on the floor of the cold room .. Alex was on the floor of the cold room AND couldn't remember why or how he'd gotten there.
He struggles to get up off the floor and it's about that time that he realizes that he's not simply stiff from the cold, but because he's also covered in injuries. The only thing that possibly kept him from bleeding to death was the chill of the room slowing his blood flow. He groans, his breath escaping in a burst of warm air that fogs before him.
He grunts and slowly begins the process of cataloging his injuries, noting with a definite and sobering certainty that his healing abilities are not merely slowed here at the Keep, but seemingly non-existent.
~ slice to the rib area from Trial has been reopened (Headsman originally, Kevas renewed)
~ clean slice down his left hip (Auron)
~ slice above the right eye and hardcore swelling/ black eye (Kevas/Auron)
~ minor concussion (Auron)
~ broken nose (idek, but pretty sure Auron, lol)
~ slashes down and across back (Kevas)
~ burn marks across his lower back area (Sollux)
~ bruising around throat (Sollux)
~ internal bleeding (combined efforts, but Kevas did a good number)
~ assorted small cuts (Nepeta and others)
~ general ass kickedness and bruising all over body (everyone involved that put up a fight)]
Not .. good ..
[The words grate out past lips that have begun to lose their color. With the help of the shelves on either side of him, Alex finally manages to regain his feet. He is shivering uncontrollably at this point as his body temperature begins to finally drop. He tends to run hotter than a normal human, but even he can't fight off the cold indefinitely .. especially when injured and unmistakeably nude.
He stumbles his way to the door of the cold room and falls heavily into it with a loud *THUNK*, gasping in pain as his left leg nearly gives out. He can feel blood caked all over himself, hair matted and sticky with it and the chill of being frozen, but there is no way of knowing what is his and what could belong to someone else ..
Someone else .. oh God ..
Though Alex cannot remember what happened after the moon turned, he knows he didn't make it out of the Keep in time. The blood that covered his shivering form was undoubtedly not his own .. if he'd bitten someone or left someone injured .. or, God help him, dead ..
He raises a shaking right hand, his left covering his pain jarred ribs, and pounds weakly on the inside of the door. There is no way to open the cold room from the inside and he's uncertain how long, lycanthrope or not, he can survive inside without medical aide.]
Hello .. anyone ..
[His voice is weak and he can't seem to call any louder than he already is. He couples every other word with a thump against the door, too cold and hurt to even feel fear just yet.]
Any .. one .. please ..
[He has no way of knowing that it was Auron that trapped him in here or that he left a handwritten note that read 'fiend inside, open with caution' on the outside of the door. He has no journal, no clothing and no other way to contact anyone outside of the cold room. He is completely and totally alone and at the mercy of anyone that might happen to hear him.]
He pries his eyes open and what he finds chills his innards in a way that his surroundings haven't yet managed. He only recognized his surroundings because he'd had to retrieve frozen items for preparation in the kitchen.
Alex was lying on the floor of the cold room .. Alex was on the floor of the cold room AND couldn't remember why or how he'd gotten there.
He struggles to get up off the floor and it's about that time that he realizes that he's not simply stiff from the cold, but because he's also covered in injuries. The only thing that possibly kept him from bleeding to death was the chill of the room slowing his blood flow. He groans, his breath escaping in a burst of warm air that fogs before him.
He grunts and slowly begins the process of cataloging his injuries, noting with a definite and sobering certainty that his healing abilities are not merely slowed here at the Keep, but seemingly non-existent.
~ slice to the rib area from Trial has been reopened (Headsman originally, Kevas renewed)
~ clean slice down his left hip (Auron)
~ slice above the right eye and hardcore swelling/ black eye (Kevas/Auron)
~ minor concussion (Auron)
~ broken nose (idek, but pretty sure Auron, lol)
~ slashes down and across back (Kevas)
~ burn marks across his lower back area (Sollux)
~ bruising around throat (Sollux)
~ internal bleeding (combined efforts, but Kevas did a good number)
~ assorted small cuts (Nepeta and others)
~ general ass kickedness and bruising all over body (everyone involved that put up a fight)]
Not .. good ..
[The words grate out past lips that have begun to lose their color. With the help of the shelves on either side of him, Alex finally manages to regain his feet. He is shivering uncontrollably at this point as his body temperature begins to finally drop. He tends to run hotter than a normal human, but even he can't fight off the cold indefinitely .. especially when injured and unmistakeably nude.
He stumbles his way to the door of the cold room and falls heavily into it with a loud *THUNK*, gasping in pain as his left leg nearly gives out. He can feel blood caked all over himself, hair matted and sticky with it and the chill of being frozen, but there is no way of knowing what is his and what could belong to someone else ..
Someone else .. oh God ..
Though Alex cannot remember what happened after the moon turned, he knows he didn't make it out of the Keep in time. The blood that covered his shivering form was undoubtedly not his own .. if he'd bitten someone or left someone injured .. or, God help him, dead ..
He raises a shaking right hand, his left covering his pain jarred ribs, and pounds weakly on the inside of the door. There is no way to open the cold room from the inside and he's uncertain how long, lycanthrope or not, he can survive inside without medical aide.]
Hello .. anyone ..
[His voice is weak and he can't seem to call any louder than he already is. He couples every other word with a thump against the door, too cold and hurt to even feel fear just yet.]
Any .. one .. please ..
[He has no way of knowing that it was Auron that trapped him in here or that he left a handwritten note that read 'fiend inside, open with caution' on the outside of the door. He has no journal, no clothing and no other way to contact anyone outside of the cold room. He is completely and totally alone and at the mercy of anyone that might happen to hear him.]
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Shaking his head once, he replies softly, but loud enough to be heard clearly.]
I .. I don't know. I can shift freely for the most part, but once a moon cycle, on the full moon .. [He swallows around the acidic burn suddenly rising to his throat.] I can't control my shifting on the full moon and when I do shift, I lose any control over myself that I maintain when I choose to change form.
[His gaze never wavers from her own, but his brows knit.]
I never have any memory of what I do on the full moon. I was at the thermal pools .. I-I tried to make it out of the Keep on time, but I don't think I did .. I wouldn't have been in the cold room; not unless someone trapped me in there. [He looks down at the blood covering his body and encrusted under his nails.] I don't think this is all mine..
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All the pieces fall into place before Sycora's eyes. He is the one who attacked Isabella, Sollux, and possibly others.
Sycora draws herself up to stand.]
Deior will know if you've hurt someone. Get some rest - you're going to need it.
[She can't help the edge of ice that sneaks into her tone.]
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Alex's gaze follow the doctor as her expression flattens and she rises to her feet. He catches the change in tone and frowns slightly, both at the tone and at the note that Deior will know who he's hurt.
Not particularly the way he was hoping to find out, you know?]
Right .. Thanks for patching me up, doc ..
[He's suddenly really wondering who he attacked.]
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[He's really not.
Sycora walks over to one of the doors and pulls it open. Before she steps through, she pauses.]
I'm going to clean up. You need something, call.
[Though she'd rather not attend to Alex's needs.]