1 Another 'bloody' mess. [Invite only ¦ Hyde] Thu Jun 28, 2018 9:51 pm
Jou
D-rank
Stumbling along the ally way he would pause to catch his breath, resting his forearm against the cool brick wall. With his mouth agape, he would lean forwards spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva as a wave of nausea washed over him. As his form shifted into a crouch his jacket that was tied around his waist would crumple against the ground in the process. His elbows would rest against his knees allowing his forearms and hands to dangle. He would remain in the same position for a few moments, attempting to blink against the blood that had found it’s way into his eyes. Jou would let out a frustrated groan before reaching back over his shoulder to tug at the first layer of his t-shirts, pulling one over his head and off in one swift movement, only causing the shirt below to ruffle up. Already streaked with his own blood and that of others he would wipe the blood from his eyes before scrunching the shirt up to press against his head. After a few minutes he would raise from his crouch taking a slow walk from the ally way and out into the square. He would remove the shirt from his head as he felt streaks of blood travel down to his elbow, either he had pressed too hard was squeezing the blood from his shirt in the process or he had gushed enough to soak the garment toughly. Still clutching the shirt, he would continue towards the water fountain in the middle of the square, a scowl set in his pointed features.
Trickles of scarlet liquid would cut trails over his right brow, streaking now, sluggishly over his cheek. His usually milky pale flesh discoloured and swollen in places, the contrast of blues and purples and the occasional greenish yellow against such a pasty pallor could easily be shocking. This time around the worst of the bruising, taking up the space of his temple along onto his cheekbone and up onto the section of his forehead and eye brow. Amidst the bruising, swollen and still bleeding, sat a gash around an inch and a half long, gaping open at around half an inch. Though the bleeding had slowed he amount lost was enough to have him sway occasionally. Droplets having had stained through a few layers of his clothing and saturated the shirt he had been pressing against the wound to stem the bleeding, to no avail it would seem.
Reaching the water fountain, he would place his hands against the side before leaning over to look at his reflection. Attempting to look and access the damage caused this time around only for a droplet of blood to drip to the surface of the water distorting the image of his face. In a small fit of rage, he would through the saturated t-shirt at the ground before booting the small wall that surrounded the fountain. Pain would zigzag its way up to his knee from his foot, immediately his foot would raise as his hand shifted to meet it. His fingers would curl around his boot gripping tightly as he hopped slightly as he started to lose his balance again. Shifting to a crouch again, still clutching his foot, a string of profanities would spill from his lips followed closely by a deep breath and a sigh as he attempted to control his temper. He would after a moment shift to settle his rump on the wall before twisting his body and leaning to dip his hands into the water to rinse the blood from his face, wincing as his fingers brushed over the open wound.
wc: 614
Trickles of scarlet liquid would cut trails over his right brow, streaking now, sluggishly over his cheek. His usually milky pale flesh discoloured and swollen in places, the contrast of blues and purples and the occasional greenish yellow against such a pasty pallor could easily be shocking. This time around the worst of the bruising, taking up the space of his temple along onto his cheekbone and up onto the section of his forehead and eye brow. Amidst the bruising, swollen and still bleeding, sat a gash around an inch and a half long, gaping open at around half an inch. Though the bleeding had slowed he amount lost was enough to have him sway occasionally. Droplets having had stained through a few layers of his clothing and saturated the shirt he had been pressing against the wound to stem the bleeding, to no avail it would seem.
Reaching the water fountain, he would place his hands against the side before leaning over to look at his reflection. Attempting to look and access the damage caused this time around only for a droplet of blood to drip to the surface of the water distorting the image of his face. In a small fit of rage, he would through the saturated t-shirt at the ground before booting the small wall that surrounded the fountain. Pain would zigzag its way up to his knee from his foot, immediately his foot would raise as his hand shifted to meet it. His fingers would curl around his boot gripping tightly as he hopped slightly as he started to lose his balance again. Shifting to a crouch again, still clutching his foot, a string of profanities would spill from his lips followed closely by a deep breath and a sigh as he attempted to control his temper. He would after a moment shift to settle his rump on the wall before twisting his body and leaning to dip his hands into the water to rinse the blood from his face, wincing as his fingers brushed over the open wound.
wc: 614