Lakyr
The Dark Lord of Laziness
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Chise_Robin_ Hell0NHighWater [/div][/div][div class=title]James[/div][div class=text]She said she's ok, she smiled and though he knew she was stretching the meaning of the term ok it was still what he had to hear. It was relieving, warming calming, lightened his mood the faintest bit but that meant a lot right now. He was just glad to hear it.
''i'm sorry I shot you'' In that situation she had still been worried about hurting him, he understood that for he'd do the same but he would also rather be shot in the shoulder over and over again if it meant that she wouldn't get hurt as much. "You have nothing to be sorry about." his voice was a little bit firmer again. He didn't wince as she reached for his shoulder, he knew what she said was right but he really didn't care about his injuries or his physical pain at that moment. Seeing her bloody arm on the other hand, knowing that she was in pain and that he was the reason, that was his true pain. And it was insufferable. "It's not that bad, I'll be fine. We need to patch your arm up though."
James quickly grabbed his things, then Alaska took him by the hand and let him back to the lobby. Rhys and Nik were already sitting there, they obviously didn't have a great time either, but they as well were alive. Seeing them send his thought away into the situation before even more for some reason. How much he screwed up, how bad it was, how much worse it could've been.
At first, James stayed quiet, stared into the distance and let Alaska and Nik talk. Alaska leaned against him before she sat down and a few moments later he sat next to her, facing the ground again. He couldn't look anybody in the eyes because he felt like he had betrayed them, or at the very least disappointed them.
Painkiller. He looked at the half of a pill in his hand, then closed his fist around it. Did he deserve the pain to be gone? James didn't think about it for long, put the pill in his mouth and swallowed. He was probably a little too hard with himself.
As Nik asked who needed medical attention first the answer was obvious to James, "She ..." He let the words trail off as Alaska said he was first. He could wait, after all, he was the main reason for all their wounds, but he wasn't about to start an argument because of that. The question 'What happened' was more difficult to answer, Alaska only quickly addressed vampires and revenants and left it to James if he wanted to tell them the ugly part. Nik would see their gunshot wounds, kinda hard not to talk about it. "But I screwed up, big time. And I ... I ..." his eyes were fixed upon the ground, he just couldn't, "goddamnit,"
He was quiet for a few seconds and then looked up into Niks eyes. "I was that," his gaze now shifted towards Alaska's arm and his face was filled with sorrow, regret and pain again, "I fucking did that." His voice was faltering, the whisper was only directed towards Nik but the other two could easily hear it if they paid attention.[/div][div class=text][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=wrapper] background-color:#000000; box-sizing:border-box; color:#FFFFFF; display:inline-block; position:relative; width:100%; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=title] color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:3em; font-style:italic; padding:0; text-shadow:0 0 1em; margin-bottom: 10px; [/class] [class=box] margin:2em 1em; padding:2px 4px 0px; position:relative; [/class] [class=boxBg] box-sizing:content-box; height:100%; pointer-events:none; position:absolute; width:100%; [/class] [class=boxBgLarge] top:0; left:-5px; padding:0 4px; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.35); [/class] [class=boxBgTall] top:-8px;left:3px; padding:8px 0; width:calc(100% - 8px); height:100%; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.25); [/class] [class=boxBgMedium] top:-4px; left:-1px; padding:4px 0; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.4); [/class] [class=boxInner] background-color: #000000; overflow:hidden; margin:0.5em; [/class] [class=statusBox] box-sizing: border-box; border-right: 3px dotted white; padding: 15px; float: left; max-width: 250px; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px; [/class] [class=text] padding: 0px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:0.8em; [/class] [class=statusText] font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=characterPortrait] box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; border-radius: 20px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=characterPortrait state=hover] opacity: 0.5 [/class]
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Chise_Robin_ Hell0NHighWater [/div][/div][div class=title]James[/div][div class=text]She said she's ok, she smiled and though he knew she was stretching the meaning of the term ok it was still what he had to hear. It was relieving, warming calming, lightened his mood the faintest bit but that meant a lot right now. He was just glad to hear it.
''i'm sorry I shot you'' In that situation she had still been worried about hurting him, he understood that for he'd do the same but he would also rather be shot in the shoulder over and over again if it meant that she wouldn't get hurt as much. "You have nothing to be sorry about." his voice was a little bit firmer again. He didn't wince as she reached for his shoulder, he knew what she said was right but he really didn't care about his injuries or his physical pain at that moment. Seeing her bloody arm on the other hand, knowing that she was in pain and that he was the reason, that was his true pain. And it was insufferable. "It's not that bad, I'll be fine. We need to patch your arm up though."
James quickly grabbed his things, then Alaska took him by the hand and let him back to the lobby. Rhys and Nik were already sitting there, they obviously didn't have a great time either, but they as well were alive. Seeing them send his thought away into the situation before even more for some reason. How much he screwed up, how bad it was, how much worse it could've been.
At first, James stayed quiet, stared into the distance and let Alaska and Nik talk. Alaska leaned against him before she sat down and a few moments later he sat next to her, facing the ground again. He couldn't look anybody in the eyes because he felt like he had betrayed them, or at the very least disappointed them.
Painkiller. He looked at the half of a pill in his hand, then closed his fist around it. Did he deserve the pain to be gone? James didn't think about it for long, put the pill in his mouth and swallowed. He was probably a little too hard with himself.
As Nik asked who needed medical attention first the answer was obvious to James, "She ..." He let the words trail off as Alaska said he was first. He could wait, after all, he was the main reason for all their wounds, but he wasn't about to start an argument because of that. The question 'What happened' was more difficult to answer, Alaska only quickly addressed vampires and revenants and left it to James if he wanted to tell them the ugly part. Nik would see their gunshot wounds, kinda hard not to talk about it. "But I screwed up, big time. And I ... I ..." his eyes were fixed upon the ground, he just couldn't, "goddamnit,"
He was quiet for a few seconds and then looked up into Niks eyes. "I was that," his gaze now shifted towards Alaska's arm and his face was filled with sorrow, regret and pain again, "I fucking did that." His voice was faltering, the whisper was only directed towards Nik but the other two could easily hear it if they paid attention.[/div][div class=text][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=wrapper] background-color:#000000; box-sizing:border-box; color:#FFFFFF; display:inline-block; position:relative; width:100%; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=title] color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:3em; font-style:italic; padding:0; text-shadow:0 0 1em; margin-bottom: 10px; [/class] [class=box] margin:2em 1em; padding:2px 4px 0px; position:relative; [/class] [class=boxBg] box-sizing:content-box; height:100%; pointer-events:none; position:absolute; width:100%; [/class] [class=boxBgLarge] top:0; left:-5px; padding:0 4px; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.35); [/class] [class=boxBgTall] top:-8px;left:3px; padding:8px 0; width:calc(100% - 8px); height:100%; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.25); [/class] [class=boxBgMedium] top:-4px; left:-1px; padding:4px 0; border:1px solid rgba(255,255,255,.4); [/class] [class=boxInner] background-color: #000000; overflow:hidden; margin:0.5em; [/class] [class=statusBox] box-sizing: border-box; border-right: 3px dotted white; padding: 15px; float: left; max-width: 250px; margin: 0px 15px 15px 0px; [/class] [class=text] padding: 0px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:0.8em; [/class] [class=statusText] font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 0.75em; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class=characterPortrait] box-sizing: border-box; position: relative; border-radius: 20px; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=characterPortrait state=hover] opacity: 0.5 [/class]