He ran. He left his back completely open. Almost without thinking she trained her sights on him; her lips thinned to a pale line, her eyes narrowed, her hand trembled. End him. She couldn't let him get away. Couldn't let him hurt anyone else. Couldn't let him... Couldn't let him... Her gun dropped, ...

She had been calm, before. Not completely, of course--to be completely calm in her situation would be downright peculiar. But she had had enough presence of mind left to keep from flipping her shit. Killing Kawada had pushed her to the edge; had made her feel weak and empty, devoid of her personalit...

Oh. Oh god, that was blood on his chest, wasn't it? What had she meant to do, fire a warning shot? No, you didn't fire a warning shot at someone running to hit you, running to kill you. You took them down. You took them down so hard they couldn't get up and couldn't hurt you. You did that when you w...

He moved. Noda wasn't sure why he moved--it seemed a stupid thing to do, really. He was still about ten feet away from her, they were facing each other head-on; she had been approaching the door to the lighthouse when she'd heard him, after all. He moved forwards, lifted his stick. Close and closer ...

(Assuming he's wheezing a bit, since he was just coughing. Hope y'don't mind). It was up a fairly noticeable slope to the lighthouse, and Shogo was not silent. As he advanced up the hill, wheezing faintly, Satomi heard and turned about. Froze. Motobuchi was one thing. For all his calm rationale, Mot...

(Satomi Noda continued from Impatience and Survival ) "Jesus Fuck!" The cry was loud, and Satomi Noda, who had until that moment been hypnotized by the dead body of Tadakatsu Hatagami ( bones and blood and organs and all manners of white, red, pink, fleshy goo, oh god why ) looked up. It h...

Something had been royally fucked up inside of him; he couldn't hear Ryuhei's screams, though he could see them. Saw the fury, contorting his face; saw the absolute rage, the wide-mouthed wrath with which he drew the sickle at his side and advanced. Saw nothing else. He didn't feel the pain, not rea...

Sho Tsukioka made it a rule never to make assumptions about people. They were too complex, too twisted and strange. His father owned and operated a bar for some of the most uninhibited queens Sho had ever met, yet somehow somewhere he had taken interest in a woman and somehow somewhere Sho Tsukioka ...

Sho smirked. "Confused as always, Ryuhei?" he asked. "Pity that's never worked to my advantage..." He was feeling a bit more in control now. Ryuhei had obviously come off the worse in at least one fight (probably more). He didn't look to be at his best, even if he did have a shot...

Too loud a cry, for anyone sensible. How had Ryuehi managed to make it this far? Had it only been dumb luck? It certainly hadn't been combat skill, based on the way he was moving... Sho more or less ignored the announcements. Keeping track of the situation was a bit exhausting, and anyways the names...

(Sho Tsukioka continued from Black Canvas ) He climbed up what was by far the highest point on the island ( nothing remotely symbollic about this, mm? ). He knew exactly why he was doing it; there was someone else here. Who, exactly? He wasn't sure. He'd seen a small shape, found droplets of blood h...

Sugimura sighed, tapping his nose. "These women..." he muttered under his breath. "I think they may well be the death of-" He froze, his eyes flickered down then up. Me. He swallowed, phantom pains shooting across his chest and limbs ( beatings, bullets, blades, so many ways ) th...

Sugi watched the gun in her hand, cocking his head to one side. Now that they seemed to be moving, his troubling thoughts were coming back to him. They weren't all about Shu, either. He'd found Taka; now there was only one person left. Kotohiki ... How did he bring it up? How could he...? What would...

"I guess you two must feel better, having found each other." Sugi winced; unconscious or not, her words implied Shuuya, and a pan which was all too real slashed across his chest. Damn it, Shu. Taka posed her question to him, however, and Sugi, frowning thoughtfully, examined their locatio...

"A hug?" he muttered, arching his thick eyebrows. "A gesture of affection, Taka? Careful, there, I might think you actually-" He was cut off, as she threw her arms around his neck. He hesitated, uncertain of what to do (though this was in no small measure a result of the sickle a...