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kore_logs2013-02-06 11:13 pm
plaidsamurai) wrote in kore_logs2013-02-06 11:13 pm
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Hold on this will hurt more than anything has before
Who: Logan and Fun Ghoul
What: Logan goes poking around what's left of Party Poison's death site, Fun Ghoul isn't so happy about that.
When: The wee hours of the morning of Day 40, predawn.
Where: House 5
Warnings: Violence, blood, language, probably a mention of the self harm/suicide.
Logan didn't particularly want to disrupt anyone; he understood the pain of mourning more than most. He wouldn't be here at all in fact, except that a body, a dead body, had simply disappeared. He couldn't not check that out, especially if someone had even witnessed it. He understood how their captors could knock them out, gas them, tranquilize, whatever, but he didn't know many people who could just make bodies disappear and he needed to see this with his own eyes.
He'd decided to go before dawn, hoping the house with either be empty, or all its residents would be sleeping. He vaguely knew which house he was heading towards, but once he got near he really didn't have to know; the smell of blood was overpowering, even from outside. He eased the door open and slipped inside, focusing on smells, trying to pick apart the room, who had been there, what had happened, the scents playing out a scene in his mind. Fear, panic, blood, death, despair, it certainly wasn't pretty.
What: Logan goes poking around what's left of Party Poison's death site, Fun Ghoul isn't so happy about that.
When: The wee hours of the morning of Day 40, predawn.
Where: House 5
Warnings: Violence, blood, language, probably a mention of the self harm/suicide.
Logan didn't particularly want to disrupt anyone; he understood the pain of mourning more than most. He wouldn't be here at all in fact, except that a body, a dead body, had simply disappeared. He couldn't not check that out, especially if someone had even witnessed it. He understood how their captors could knock them out, gas them, tranquilize, whatever, but he didn't know many people who could just make bodies disappear and he needed to see this with his own eyes.
He'd decided to go before dawn, hoping the house with either be empty, or all its residents would be sleeping. He vaguely knew which house he was heading towards, but once he got near he really didn't have to know; the smell of blood was overpowering, even from outside. He eased the door open and slipped inside, focusing on smells, trying to pick apart the room, who had been there, what had happened, the scents playing out a scene in his mind. Fear, panic, blood, death, despair, it certainly wasn't pretty.