Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Sept 21, 2015 20:44:56 GMT -5
[[OOC: This post is going to reference drug and alcohol abuse, it will also be heavy in the theme of self harm. I'd prefer if people friendly to Shugo joined this thread. Not looking for a fight in this one, already have enough of those going on.]]
betting on you
It was the dead of night.... 2 AM. No one in their right mind was at 552. But our hero obviously wasn't in his right mind.
"Alright... Th-that should do it."
The dark blue haired boy would weakly put his right hand on his right hand. Sparks of electricity would appear from his right hand, cauterizing the wound on his left arm shut to stop the bleeding. The boy would lean back in the chair he sat in. He breathed out a breath of relief, moving his arm from over the bucket. Another two buckets sat to his left, each holding a gallon of blood. The one in front held half a gallon, and another three to his right were empty. His accelerated healing factor was the only thing keeping him alive after losing so much blood.
The boy had been nearly killed in his last fight against Kaiser. Kaiser's blood had remained within his body from their original showdown. It was that blood that Kaiser had weaponized and created thorns out of... Tearing apart Shugo's body from the inside out. Fortunately for everyone around him, Shugo had come up with a backup plan before everyone around him was hit by the thorns. The boy had put up a protective shield made out of electricity around his chest, where the thorns were ripping out of. Unfortunately for Shugo, they ricocheted and half of the ended up embedding themselves once more into Shugo's body.
With our young hero's... recent habits... He couldn't go to a hospital to have this blood removed. You see... Shugo was deeply ashamed of his recent coping methods which included consumption of massive amounts of alcohol as well as taking various pills... and even on occasions... well. How about we get there together. The blue haired boy would take a swig out of the clear bottle down by his right. He would then, once he had regained enough composure from his last blood expulsion, slide the sleeve of his left arm up to his shoulder. The boy would then use an old red headband, to tie around and cut off the circulation of blood, causing the vein to swell. The boy took a deep breath as he injected a needle directly into his vein, pressing down slowly to feel the sweet relief.
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It was the dead of night.... 2 AM. No one in their right mind was at 552. But our hero obviously wasn't in his right mind.
"Alright... Th-that should do it."
The dark blue haired boy would weakly put his right hand on his right hand. Sparks of electricity would appear from his right hand, cauterizing the wound on his left arm shut to stop the bleeding. The boy would lean back in the chair he sat in. He breathed out a breath of relief, moving his arm from over the bucket. Another two buckets sat to his left, each holding a gallon of blood. The one in front held half a gallon, and another three to his right were empty. His accelerated healing factor was the only thing keeping him alive after losing so much blood.
The boy had been nearly killed in his last fight against Kaiser. Kaiser's blood had remained within his body from their original showdown. It was that blood that Kaiser had weaponized and created thorns out of... Tearing apart Shugo's body from the inside out. Fortunately for everyone around him, Shugo had come up with a backup plan before everyone around him was hit by the thorns. The boy had put up a protective shield made out of electricity around his chest, where the thorns were ripping out of. Unfortunately for Shugo, they ricocheted and half of the ended up embedding themselves once more into Shugo's body.
With our young hero's... recent habits... He couldn't go to a hospital to have this blood removed. You see... Shugo was deeply ashamed of his recent coping methods which included consumption of massive amounts of alcohol as well as taking various pills... and even on occasions... well. How about we get there together. The blue haired boy would take a swig out of the clear bottle down by his right. He would then, once he had regained enough composure from his last blood expulsion, slide the sleeve of his left arm up to his shoulder. The boy would then use an old red headband, to tie around and cut off the circulation of blood, causing the vein to swell. The boy took a deep breath as he injected a needle directly into his vein, pressing down slowly to feel the sweet relief.
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