myblueskies: (pain)
Romeo ([personal profile] myblueskies) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2011-04-28 12:59 am

Consequences [round 4| day 4 midday, open]

Characters: Romeo, Dahlia, anyone else who feels like it
Format: Prose, action, whatever
This log is: Open
Location: Courtyard
Summary: OOC note first: I have the mods permission to start this thread, all the announcement bit in this thread was written by Elle, who sent it to me to put in this post. Also the "victim" of the penalty was randomly selected.
IC: Actions have consequences, on day 4 of round 4 as a result of not fighting Dahlia goes into negative tokens.
Warnings: Pain, descriptions of pain, probably angst (when is there ever no angst?)
" At exactly noon on the fourth day of the fourth round the screens across the campus flickered. The usual view of ongoing battles and posts asking for battles or weapons was taken over by the face of the woman all the students in the academy knew very well by now. Her ever-present smile was glued to her face as she began to speak.

"Hi! I hope everyone is enjoying the round and fighting hard! Unfortunately one of the players for this round has past the minimum token value, the penalty will now take place." At that she gave a cheery wave and disappeared off the screen. The camera then panned to the courtyard to one student in particular.


The student in question was Romeo and he was in the courtyard eating an apple when a pain began, it was like the pain he had felt when he had tried to vow with Sherlock except it just didn't stop. It was in his head, like someone was stabbing him inside his mind. Within half a minute he had dropped the apple and was clutching his head. The pain allowed no thoughts and tears of pain ran from his eyes. This was different than anything he had ever felt before, and he couldn't run from it or hide from it because it was inside him.

And it just didn't stop. He couldn't help but cry out loud clutching his head as he curled up on the step where he was sat. To Romeo the pain went on for a long time, so long that he thought his brain was going to explode. In reality it was five minutes, five whole minutes and by the end Romeo was sobbing.

When it was over he lay still curled up in a ball, tight and frightened not trusting that the pain had gone away.
choseanidiot: (Default)

[personal profile] choseanidiot 2011-05-05 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
But even when they got to know who they were (if that would tell them anything), how would you effectively fight a group that seemingly could level punishment at will, without any apparent possibility for them to get around that? But Enki was feeling annoyed at tired of bringing up the negativity.

"Yeah, I suppose," Enki sighed and ran a hand through his mane and then straightened and smiled lop-sidedly at Suzaku. "At least the kid got someone to look after him." That was good, if not perfect.
swordofzero: (they did what?)

[personal profile] swordofzero 2011-05-06 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Suzaku nodded, he had been surprised actually by the swordsman's apparant genuine worry for the kid. Having fought him just that morning and seeing his attitude towards Theta when she did not want to be his weapon... he was surprised by his behaviour.

It was good though, that the kid hadn't ended up alone after all that pain. It was worrying, the amount of kids that had been kidnapped and brought here. Suzaku stayed quiet, not really having much else to say. He watched Enki carefully to check that he was alright.
choseanidiot: (that's the dumbest thing)

[personal profile] choseanidiot 2011-05-06 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
To be perfectly honest, Enki wasn't all right, but in the situation, about as good as he would get, especially with that display of wanton punishment earlier. Such things simply didn't mesh well with the kirin's nature.

Enki tilted his head, gaze turned somewhere to the side of the door leading out of the Dorm, not so much looking at that bit of wall as beyond it. Something faintly bright...

"Let's get out of here," Enki said and swept past Suzaku, not sure if he just wanted to move, or follow that brightness to somewhere that promised reassurance.