~ The Outcasted II ~ The Return ~ RP

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TechnoCat said:
(( Huh, I thought I answered. Eh, maybe I didn't. ))

(( :D My bday is forever away. -_- Ololol. ))

"Fine." She snapped, not looking at Scar. Akemi seemed much more focused on The Undertaker and the wine. It was very clear that Akemi was frustrated with herself for not being able to handle it. "How is it possible to transpire that much poison versus the amount of alcohol..." She cursed again, lifting the small glass bowl.

"Akemi-sama~ Your left hand~ See how it is behavinnnggg~"

She slid her glove off, her eyes widening when she saw the marks on her hand glowing a faint blue. They begun to move, making doubles and rearranging themselves into a pattern completely covering her forehand, extending to her wrist. The tattoos were still glowing a translucent shade of blue.

"Behaving quite strangelyyy, ehhh~~~?"

"Very." Akemi replied.

"That's not good...~" The Undertaker murmured.

"Something's going on, and it's not good. Have you seen the owls?"

"Yes, Akemi-sama... They are behavinnggg quite... offly toooo...~ Is this something to be worried aboutttt~?"

Akemi sighed. "There might be. There just might be." She coughed a few times, slipping her gloves back on.

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<< What the marks look like, but only extend to her wrist, no further. Her gloves hide it. And they're also blue.
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Scar frowned, then stood and left. He didn't care when his hood fell as he entered a black alley, melting into the darkness and disappearing.

(WB)
 
(( what does WB mean? ))

Akemi was, however, already gone.

She had returned to their usual place, and she was coughing quite a bit. She spat something out of her mouth, and it was blood.
 
(( oh. :3 derrrp. {My laptop overheated D: } ))

By morning, Akemi was lying on her side, her skin incredibly pale, sharp contrast against her black clothes. She hardly seemed to be moving at all, her eyes half open.
 
(Lol. {Aw, that sucks...})

Scar still hadn't returned. Sirens wailed in the distance and gun shots soon followed. The T.V. was on in the other room, on the news channel. The news anchor stated that several hospitals had been broken into and strong medicines, poison antidotes, and pain medications had been stolen by a young man in all black, wearing a mask.
 
(( *reads your post* *gasps* ))
Fragmented memories danced around Akemi. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the tragic. It was all there. Her past was stained with so much red it was terrifying to her.
However, her physical body remained unmoving. Pale as a ghost, and incredibly still.
 
Finally, Scar stumbled into the apartment. He held his side tightly with one hand, a thick, red substance oozing through his fingers and staining his black clothes. In his other hand was grasped a cloth bag filled with the stolen medicines. He staggered to Akemi's side, nearly falling several times. Bloody wounds were visible on his legs, arms, chest, and sides as he knelt down to her level, pulling out the needed medicine.
 
She was entirely still, her fingers barely moving. Her lips parted, and she spoke weakly: "It was too much, Scar... It was too much..." Her voice was strained, raspy, and half-given-up.
 

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