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Touma Kamijou ([personal profile] punch_illusions_get_harem) wrote2011-11-28 04:55 pm

5th Broken Illusion

[ Day 2 : Evening : Closed to [livejournal.com profile] deathkwondohair and [livejournal.com profile] heartmaestro ]

[ Touma was running around on his trashed bicycle to all the addresses he knew, but it seems most of where he had a chance to visit the places were cleared out or crawling with cannibals. He hoped that meant that people were safe and not... otherwise. But with the town being so large, he couldn't spare the time to investigate each site in depth.

Right now he dismounted to take his time walking along the road, and also so he would be making less noise as he did so. Right now, he had lost track of what street he was supposed to be on, and there are no recognizable landmarks close by, so he's taking a break by leaning on the side of a bombed-out car. Clearly, this is the safest place to rest... ]


(( OOC: Warnings on this post include cannibals, violence, possibly gore, and definitely at least one stupid shounen hero death (though we are shooting for two /o/). ))
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[personal profile] heartmaestro 2011-11-29 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[From behind a larger piece of wreckage, a purple-haired older girl watches intently. She shivers a bit, but otherwise says nothing.]

[identity profile] arisawa.livejournal.com 2011-11-29 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Stole it off some of those -

[She starts at what she thinks is the sound of more cannibals approaching - one doesn't survive out here without being a little paranoid, after all - only to see a girl about her age hiding in the rubble.]

Hey! You alright back there?
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[personal profile] heartmaestro 2011-11-29 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kotomi peaks her head up from the rubble, but doesn't dare move or speak. If anything, she's in a defensive pose.]

[identity profile] arisawa.livejournal.com 2011-11-29 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tatsuki approaches cautiously so as not to startle her, extending a hand to help her up, addressing her in the most calm, soothing voice she can manage.]

Sorry about the mess. C'mon, let's go. We gotta get you to safety.
heartmaestro: (♪♫ oh)

[personal profile] heartmaestro 2011-11-30 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing seems to come out. She looks to her left, then to her right. The little scratches on her face, and the rips in her clothes indicates she's at least been in contact with a few of the cannibals.

With a gulp and shaky grip, she does take Tatsuki's hand.
]

[identity profile] arisawa.livejournal.com 2011-11-30 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
[In the same motion that she pulls Kotomi to her feet, she draws the shotgun strapped to her back, cocks, and takes aim.]

Run.

[Her ninety pound frame stumbles back under the force of the recoil as she fires at the back of the rubble, but it hits its target, scattering one cannibal's head like a watermelon at a Gallagher show. Immediately, the rest of the pack comes charging, armed with hatchets, blades, and shotguns.]

Kamijou, get 'er out of here!

[Within seconds, she empties her firearm into the crowd, scoring a couple more hits before a shell fired in the other direction tears through her chest.]
heartmaestro: (♪♫ my world was too unstab)

[personal profile] heartmaestro 2011-11-30 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Kotomi at first just claps her own hands over her ears and shivers again, but lets out a scream when Tatsuki gets hit. She does hop on the bike in a scramble, but it's more out of compulsion and the force of Touma than actually judging the situation before her.

The guns, though...
]

[identity profile] arisawa.livejournal.com 2011-11-30 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
[She has just enough energy to spare to drop behind cover, but only just. She stares up at Touma, eyes already beginning to glaze over as she reaches into her jacket. For a second, she glanced down to see what she was doing... So, that was what her ribs looked like. Huh. That wasn't getting better anytime soon, was it?

When she pulled her hand back out, it held an extra magazine containing four shells. With her other hand, she reaches for the shotgun she dropped, ready to reload.]


I'll hold them off... I don't think I'm going anywhere soon... make sure she gets to the compound...
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Re: 2/2

[personal profile] heartmaestro 2011-11-30 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[She flinches at the yelling, but manages to get out a nod, before shifting all of her weight down onto the bike.

She shoots a glance back at them, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. But it would be worth nothing if they died for nothing. If she only got captured and killed herself. So with a gulp and a shiver, she pedals off down the street, a little bit faster than she should.
]

[identity profile] arisawa.livejournal.com 2011-11-30 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smirks as she fumbles with the ammunition.] You remind me of a friend of mine, y'know. [The wound isn't as bad as it looks; the buckshot didn't have the penetrating power to reach her lungs. Still, she's losing a lot of blood, and has difficulty with reloading with her shaking hands.]

You're both idiots. He'd forget that "no one else" includes him, too.

[Her timing is impeccable. Just as one of the things turns the corner to meet them, she's loaded and able to get out a shot right in its groin. The recoil nearly launches the gun completely out of her hands, but her chest is in so much pain, she doesn't notice the toll being taken on her wrists.]

Besides, who's protecting that girl between here and there?

/apologizes profusely

[identity profile] arisawa.livejournal.com 2011-12-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[She pumps the shotgun, ready to fire again. Only one of the gun-toting cannibals is still up, but another is at least smart enough to collect the fallen one's weapon for its own use. She takes advantage of the distraction, however, blowing its head off before ducking behind cover again.]

I can get get behind that... let's jus-

[Her sentence is cut off as a hatchet plows into the side of her head, buried deep into her brain through her left eye socket. She never felt it.]