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socketeer) wrote in bakerstreet2017-01-26 09:50 pm( picture prompt meme )
 the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character.
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socketeer) wrote in bakerstreet2017-01-26 09:50 pm
the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character.
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makoto narumi | owari no seraph
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[ Snow crunches under Narumi's boots as he drags the cloth bag behind him. They'd been out on a run together, gathering whatever supplies and food they could find in the nearby grocery store, as well as a couple abandoned cars along the way. Their loot? Canned food, a flashlight with working batteries, a first-aid kit, and some bottles of water. It wasn't by any means the jackpot of finds but the things they had found would come in handy for them and those that needed their help and so they had taken as much as they could carry in the cloth bags.
The only problem was that it has begun to snow while they were out and while that normally wasn't much of a problem, it was when the snow ended up blinding their vision to the point of being a white out almost. Add to that the whole run-in with a couple Horsemen of John and, well, this has been a much longer run than he had wanted it to be.
The door to an abandoned house swings open and Narumi throws his bag inside, brushing the snow out of his hair as he steps in and takes a look around, one hand settled on his trident strapped to his back in case he needs to take care of anything in here. From the looks of it? The coast is clear. ]
It's secure. We should be fine here for a bit.
[ He kicks the snow off his boots before he looks back to Kimizuki, cheeks flushed and skin cold from having been out in the snow for as long as they have been, not to mention a couple scratches here and there from their encounter with the Horsemen of John. ]
We'll wait until it stops snowing so much then head back. [ Fingers brushing some of his bangs aside, he gestures to Kimizuki with his chin. ] Did you get hurt?
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[ perhaps makoto noticed the loose manner in which he clutches his left side (for all the world, hoping that it had been, somehow, an invisible gesture), the slight flinch when he has to twist his torso in the course of their skirmishes. although hidden from view (thank you, military coat), he feels his fingers sticky with clotting blood.
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It's nothing— Just annoying.
[ yet his breath comes haggardly, clouding the chilled air in puffs. he doesn't think he should it's too concerning; having semi-accelerated healing is helpful, but fuck if it didn't feel like ages at times. ]
[ a practiced sweep of his gaze about the room tells him, likewise, that this home has been long since abandoned. nodding acquiescence to narumi's appraisal, he steps cautiously past his superior and into the main living area. a rundown couch, a rickety table... the kitchen would be in worse condition yet (a working stove to be a far-off dream, likely), he's sure, but this is par for the course. ]
[ carefully, he lifts his bag to the table, considering taking a proper inventory of its contents. ]
I hate having to be idle like this.
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[ When the door is closed, Narumi heads in to join Kimizuki, boots scuffing against the hardwood floors that haven't been scrubbed in what looks like years. He figures the others won't start to worry about them for another few hours, Shinoa probably assuming that they ended up caught in the storm and needed to take shelter somewhere until it passed; no need to send any sort of search parties out for them just yet.
He drops his own bag of loot to the table to join Kimizuki's, blinking some when the table wobbles a little more than it should. Good thing they don't have bowling balls in their bags or it might just buckle under and break right there. ]
I know but it's better to wait out the storm than end up lost or with frostbite out there.
[ Being the oldest one in their little group, Narumi often feels a sort of responsibility for the others and not just because of his having experience with being a squad leader himself, but also because these so-called rookies have become his comrades and people he's willing to do whatever it takes to protect.
Fishing around in one of the cloth bags, he pulls out the first-aid kit he had grabbed from the trunk of an abandoned car and pops it open after setting it down on the table. He had checked it before he took it along with them, an empty first-aid kit of no use to anyone but he isn't looking to see if the kit has everything that they need; he's looking for the bandages and something antiseptic that can be used. ]
Here. [ He tosses a tube of ointment towards Kimizuki on the table. ] Use that. Annoying or not, you're not much use if it's bothering you as much as it is.
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[ as unsatisfying as an answer that that is to him, kimizuki knows that he's right. which is all the most unsatisfying. truthfully, if it'd been anyone else in a lesser position than narumi, he might have tch'd in response; instead, he lets his gaze fall temporarily to the side. an instinct to be productive in their spare time has made his mind up.
first things first, though. he catches the ointment with his freehand— it's with the slightly bloodied hand that he has to unscrew the cap, leaving a few unsightly fingerprints on its exterior. after shrugging his coat off for better ease of access—draping it over a dilapidated chair—he pushes some of the ointment out. sticking up a hand beneath the fabric of his shirt, he gingerly applies it to the soreness around the wound. ]
[ a horsemen of john. really, he could roll his eyes at himself. ]
It was a stupid mistake. Won't be happening again, believe me. [ —which might be a touch unfair to say of himself; he knows that it's battle. wounds happen in battle. it's basically a natural law by this point.
still. ]
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[ Narumi's words are more soft than harsh, having come around to these rookies who are now his comrades-- his friends, all he has left. Still, he means it with those two words, despite how soft they are, not intending to lose anyone else for whatever reason and doing whatever it takes to save Yuu from not only himself but from the military that's after him and all of them by association. There's also Kimizuki's sister who he wants to save, whatever it takes, even with the odds stacked so high against them.
But first? They need a plan, not to mention these supplies to be brought back to the others which, for the moment? It doesn't look as though either of them are going anywhere in this weather.
Knocking the flashing with the palm of his hand a couple times, Narumi gets the light to stop flickering and sets it down on the table as a form of light for them, directing the beam up towards the ceiling in an attempt to shed more light around them. With a water bottle in hand and unscrewed, he grabs one of the bandages that he removed from the first-aid kit and carefully pours some of the water onto it. ]
Here, since you're taking too long to heal.
[ He reaches out with the cloth, offering to tend to Kimizuki's bloodied hand but also not about to force him to let him do it if he really wants to do it himself. ]
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regardless.
with a nod of agreement, he'll extend his hand slowly, ever-so-slowly, as if reluctantly being pulled by some invisible chain towards the proffered cloth. yes, the least he could allow is for the guy to help him clean up a bit. if vampires descended on this place due to this mess of blood, that'd be on him, too. thankfully, he can feel the pain ebbing from the wound beneath his shirt. ]
... And not that I care, but not a word about this to anyone else, all right?