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tushanshu_logs2014-06-13 10:26 pm
jinzhong) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-06-13 10:26 pm
Entry tags:
most people would be happy not to be dead.
Characters: Jackie Ma and YOU!
Date: June 13
Location: Welcome Center
Situation: Jackie's not taking being brought back to life well, and it all catches up with him at the Welcome Center.
Warnings/Rating: Mention (detailed) of torture and violent death; linked image of video-game corpse; flashbacks; post-traumatic stress.
It takes until Jackie's been brought to the Welcome Center for the numbness of shock to wear off, and for everything to filter back in far too quickly.
He's not alive. He can't be alive. Tong had put his damn machete in his gut, he'd felt it, he'd felt himself bleed out and the rest of him had come spilling out too.
But his stomach is hale and unwounded, and the only remnants of his torture are the scalpel cuts on his chest and the few fingers and toes that had been broken now seemed to be in the process of healing.
And, of course, the clothes that are soaked nearly head to toe in his blood.
And Jackie can't handle it.
And this place? Fuck, it's too normal, it looks like a goddamned hotel lounge, like some swanky tourist center up in Central, not...whatever the fuck this place is. Some bullshit backwater of hell.
He sinks to the floor in a crouch, cradling his left hand with its two broken fingers, and tries desperately to calm himself down.
It's not working.
"I'm dead, I can't be here, I'm dead," he can be heard muttering to himself, half-sobbing. His voice is scaling up in panic and getting noticeably louder.
Date: June 13
Location: Welcome Center
Situation: Jackie's not taking being brought back to life well, and it all catches up with him at the Welcome Center.
Warnings/Rating: Mention (detailed) of torture and violent death; linked image of video-game corpse; flashbacks; post-traumatic stress.
It takes until Jackie's been brought to the Welcome Center for the numbness of shock to wear off, and for everything to filter back in far too quickly.
He's not alive. He can't be alive. Tong had put his damn machete in his gut, he'd felt it, he'd felt himself bleed out and the rest of him had come spilling out too.
But his stomach is hale and unwounded, and the only remnants of his torture are the scalpel cuts on his chest and the few fingers and toes that had been broken now seemed to be in the process of healing.
And, of course, the clothes that are soaked nearly head to toe in his blood.
And Jackie can't handle it.
And this place? Fuck, it's too normal, it looks like a goddamned hotel lounge, like some swanky tourist center up in Central, not...whatever the fuck this place is. Some bullshit backwater of hell.
He sinks to the floor in a crouch, cradling his left hand with its two broken fingers, and tries desperately to calm himself down.
It's not working.
"I'm dead, I can't be here, I'm dead," he can be heard muttering to himself, half-sobbing. His voice is scaling up in panic and getting noticeably louder.