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softspokencriminal) wrote2013-10-23 06:23 am
softspokencriminal) wrote2013-10-23 06:23 am
Before It Ends: Summary
Character: Cho Hakkai
Canon: Saiyuki
Canon Point: Post Saiyuki Reload, Pre Saiyuki Reload Blast
Intro:
Something had gone wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong, but he didn't know what. All he knew is, he was waking from what should have been life-threatening injuries, only to find himself in the middle of a horror movie. The world had gone to hell around him while he slept and he had no idea what had happened. Sanzo, Gojyo, and Goku were all missing, but instead, he was surrounded by corpses. That wasn't the worst of it. The corpses didn't stay down.
Hakkai snatched up the hospital bed sheet and without stopping, took a running leap through the window, through the sheet. Said sheet blocked out most of the shards of glass, taking only a few cuts from larger pieces. That was completely unavoidable when jumping through a glass window, but he was spared the smaller ones and lingering shards that would cling to his skin and settle in his hair. Throwing the sheet aside, he rolled out when he hit the ground, coming to his feet in a fluid motion, continuing at a dead run. Honestly, had he tried to stop, the kinetic energy he'd built up in that move would have sent him right back to the ground. After a safe distance, he turned and gathered a hand full of chi between his palms, letting it lose on the small group that had decided he looked like a yummy meal. He had tried to assure them that he did not, in fact, taste very good. He was bitter and tough to chew, but there had been no reasoning with them.
It had been some time since that initial incident that he'd found himself slinking around inside a building for supplies. It seemed most anyone who wasn't trying to eat him had already picked over the majority of it. Though, he was thankful that they saw fit to leave a few items behind. He hadn't actually come into contact with anyone that wasn't trying to make him into dinner, but small things like messages on walls or the occasional gunfire he could hear off in the distance sure made it seem like there were others.
Canon: Saiyuki
Canon Point: Post Saiyuki Reload, Pre Saiyuki Reload Blast
Intro:
Something had gone wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong, but he didn't know what. All he knew is, he was waking from what should have been life-threatening injuries, only to find himself in the middle of a horror movie. The world had gone to hell around him while he slept and he had no idea what had happened. Sanzo, Gojyo, and Goku were all missing, but instead, he was surrounded by corpses. That wasn't the worst of it. The corpses didn't stay down.
Hakkai snatched up the hospital bed sheet and without stopping, took a running leap through the window, through the sheet. Said sheet blocked out most of the shards of glass, taking only a few cuts from larger pieces. That was completely unavoidable when jumping through a glass window, but he was spared the smaller ones and lingering shards that would cling to his skin and settle in his hair. Throwing the sheet aside, he rolled out when he hit the ground, coming to his feet in a fluid motion, continuing at a dead run. Honestly, had he tried to stop, the kinetic energy he'd built up in that move would have sent him right back to the ground. After a safe distance, he turned and gathered a hand full of chi between his palms, letting it lose on the small group that had decided he looked like a yummy meal. He had tried to assure them that he did not, in fact, taste very good. He was bitter and tough to chew, but there had been no reasoning with them.
It had been some time since that initial incident that he'd found himself slinking around inside a building for supplies. It seemed most anyone who wasn't trying to eat him had already picked over the majority of it. Though, he was thankful that they saw fit to leave a few items behind. He hadn't actually come into contact with anyone that wasn't trying to make him into dinner, but small things like messages on walls or the occasional gunfire he could hear off in the distance sure made it seem like there were others.