fourteen: (reach → looking up into the sky)
[XIV] Xion ([personal profile] fourteen) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2010-10-28 02:48 am

FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

Who: EVERYONE
What: TRAUMA!
When: ALL THE TIME
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TRAUMA. FREE FOR ALL IN THE SCARRING EXPERIENCES DEPARTMENT.
Rating: Gosh. I'm not sure. However, I suggest you hide your little'uns.

Basically, the purpose of this log is TRAUMA SPAM. If you didn't want to spam your flist with extra posts, or you wanted to post with more than one character -- or more than one character more than once! -- here is your place to be.

This will be a commentspam style log where you can thread start with your character hallucinating things. Whatever you wish it to be! It can even just be a more general thread start where they're not hallucinating anything -- yet. And each thread can get treated like a post, where that character's CR can react to the trauma going down!

If you still wish to actually post in your character's journal, you're of course totally allowed to do so. This is just here for funtiems and convenience for everyone who wanted a greater chance to post during this event! Feel free to use it anytime over the next few days, through Halloween, to do "posts" and threads with your characters.

Have at, guys!
notabluesbro: ([Fight] OH THIS IS A GUN.)

[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-11-05 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[His legs and arms are on fire, and he can barely move them. This kind of strength—no wonder things happened the way they did back home. He didn't have a chance if he let it go any further. Fuck sticking around and fighting no matter what: he knew he had to disable him somehow, and take that chance to get the hell away. No negotiating it, no sudden freedom, no nothin' without a little work on his behalf.

He curled his free fingers into the cross, burying past the wrappings and around the skull-shaped trigger. Just shoot him. Just—

The gun hissed and was open instantly, loose wrappings hanging off of polished metal. Without a beat of hesitation the machine gun fired off rounds. He let the now struggling, tired arm fall diagonally, spraying bullets in a line of directions.

If he can just throw him off]

[identity profile] endthem.livejournal.com 2010-11-05 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[if he'd been coherent, he might have been able to do something about it. Either preventing the attack from striking home, or breaking Wolfwood apart before he could even fire.

Instead, he mentally gropes for minds that aren't actually there, and a shower of gunfire sprays across him. A few pops of shattered bark from the tree behind him over his shoulder, and then--sharp punches to his torso--two bullets knock him back, before the line of shots continues past him to the side.

He drops Wolfwood as soon as he's hit, visions cracking apart, and staggers back a step until his back hits the tree.
]
notabluesbro: ([serious] You're making a big mistake...)

[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-11-05 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Perfect hits. Or, at the very least, good enough. He honestly can't tell very well through the line of dizzying numbness that soon after accompanies his legs. But somehow, he forces himself to his feet, grinding his teeth in the effort.

When and if Legato looks up, all that will remain in Wolfwood's spot is a dead cigarette and a handful of gun casings. Good luck with those injuries, you bastard.]
goldenglasses: (Thumbs up ftw)

OOC 1/2

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2010-11-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
DON'T WORRY BUDDY! I GOTS THIS! 8Db
goldenglasses: Maker on LJ (You're creepy. I go over here now.)

OOC 2/2

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2010-11-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Brb, off saving Legato in the other thread!]
notabluesbro: ([Angry] MOTHERFUCKER I WILL BREAK YOU)

Re: OOC

[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-11-05 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[SDFHLSDKHLFKGHDFLKGHFDLKGH!!]
notabluesbro: ([Vash] Ahahaha sorry!)

Re: OOC

[personal profile] notabluesbro 2010-11-05 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[I'm going to shoot you in your sleep and then step on your glasses.]
goldenglasses: (Aw... crap.)

OOC

[personal profile] goldenglasses 2010-11-05 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Wibbles, never comes home again. Lives in the flower shop.]