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(open) i will never find a way to heal my soul
Who: Atem and peeps. Open mostly, specially to anyone in the in the clinic.
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.
november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law
「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.
It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!
Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」
november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota
「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.
Meh, just meh...」
november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)
「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.
Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」
Dammit!
「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.
november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law
「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.
It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!
Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」
november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota
「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.
Meh, just meh...」
november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)
「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.
Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」
Dammit!
「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」
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Dunno, a few days.
「He's been mostly very quiet, he wouldn't blame him at all for not noticing.」
I don't need anything. Who are you?
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I'm... Michael? I work here. [As if he needs to justify his qualifications to this kid.] And you are?
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Atem.
「He might be sorry someday for being so, to the point, so dry in his answers, but it's obvious why, isn't it? Completely bedridden, probably unable to move much if at all from the bandaged torso, his shoulder, his hand... He's a mess, a mummy would look better.」
What do you do here?
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Also, he would never go after a kid. He has standards.
Of course, all of this matters very little, because he's instantly distracted the second Atem says his name.]
Atem. The one who got attacked by someone called Yukari?
[That's maybe insensitive, but sometimes you just gotta blurt out stuff you suddenly connected in your brain.
No you don't.]And uh, first aid, mostly. I'm not, like, a living-person doctor.
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The one and only.
「If it's meant to be funny or not gets lost in the apathy he bears at the moment. But what Michael says next seems to catch his attention.」
You work with the dead?
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Heard about it from Delmar. If you don't mind me asking, was this a personal thing, or a random attack?
[There's more where that came from, but he can work up to it.]
And yeah, back home at least. We don't get a lot of dead around here, not permanently. Brennan wants me around in case we find any of the prior residents, though.
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Random.
「His own questions about Michael's profession get lost along the way.」
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So he just... attacked you out of nowhere? Was he trying to kill you or something?
[He tries to sound like he's concerned for public safety, or maybe his own.]
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Have you been living under a rock? Didn't you see the Null's post and their hit list?
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Oh, yeah. Sorry, didn't realize you were on there. Or that anyone would actually be dumb enough to follow through with that.
[But hey, that's a tick in the "murder" box, right?]
Don't worry, though, I doubt anybody would try anything here.
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I thought so too.
「Right.」
Honestly? I don't know what to believe in anymore.
「Michael might not know Atem at all, but that's saying a lot, he's not usually like this, so pessimistic, but that's what happens when someone you kind of thought as good enough frigging slices you with a damn sword.」
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Never underestimate the depths of human idiocy, I guess.
[But hey, maybe all this pessimism isn't good for injured teenagers??? You're supposed to be encouraging to live patients.]
But I mean, not everyone sucks. Whoever brought you here obviously didn't want you to die. And whoever patched you up.
[He should know who that was, but alas.]
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「He's not about to embark in this conversation about the darkness in people's hearts, it's depressing. But that's super rude, Michael, he wouldn't consider ever calling humans idiots. He has to wonder why he'd think so, however.」
I know... Law did.
「He knows him... right? Michael you know who you work with, right?」
Tell me more about you.
「More than a request, it sounds like an order. Enough about him.」
Do you know how to embalm corpses?
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Right, Law, makes sense. [That's absolutely the type of guy who finds injured people on the street and drags them to the clinic. Michael is prepared to relate how this exact thing happened on a larger scale a couple months ago, but the sudden subject change throws him.]
I- yeah? I do, actually, but that's only because I used to work in a mortuary. I don't do any embalming these days. [As a matter of fact, he makes life more difficult for those who do.] Do you... need something embalmed?
[On the one hand, it would give him something to do. On the other: what???]
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No, not right now. It's just rare to find someone in modern times who knows how to do that I guess.
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[Not right now.]
Do you have an interest in that kind of thing? It's not all that uncommon where I'm from.
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Yeah, kind of. Where are you from?
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[Which is patently untrue but. You know.]
I live in the United States, if that means anything to you.
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「It's a bit nice to relate to something though.」
So, where in America?
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[His wording wouldn't make sense otherwise.]
I live in Ohio, it's in the Midwest? I used to live in Maine, though. I feel like that one's more well known. Where are you from?
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「easy」
Hmm, only heard of them. Originally, I'm from Egypt, but lived in Japan for a while.
「He definitely looks more Japanese than Egyptian though.」
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Is your family from Japan?
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「Confusing yet? Atem might or not be enjoying this... shh.」
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Huh. So what brought you to Japan, then?
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Destiny. My vessel was waiting for me there.
「A hint, it's not gonna be Atem. And no, he's not high 」
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IM SORRY IM SERIOUSLY NOT CALLING YOU OUT? ♥
DW THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
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