Light vs Dirtness (Muckraker)
Jun 13, 2016 21:20:53 GMT -7
Post by Muckraker on Jun 13, 2016 21:20:53 GMT -7
Do not smile the pun of an attempted murder. Do not smile the pun of an attempted murder.
He smiled a little the pun of an attempted murder, but a least it was hidden by his mask. He could let himself have that much, if nothing else. Muckraker made no move to take a seat, though he did lean on the back of his offered chair with his good arm. One hand was still clenched over the hole, blood dripping steadily from between his fingers. How do you even go about taking care of a wound like that? Were you supposed to stitch both sides?
Maybe he could just go to the hospital and tell them he got caught in a super fight. It was true enough after all.
"Because if you think that the people of this city don't deserve to know about supers, joining Pandemonium is hardly the worst thing you've done." How long had his hands been shaking? Wow yeah, he really needed to get going before this wound got somehow worse. "Citizens can barely walk out their door in this town, or else they might get caught up in some struggle bigger than them. Keeping them updated, sharing what I know, it gives the ones who get caught in the crossfire a chance to get out with their own lives. It means they know where to avoid, how to hide from certain powers, and who it's best to just sprint in the other direction and hope for the best."
He paused, taking just a second to fight off the constantly growing lightheaded feeling. Maybe that's why he was so rambling at the moment? Nah, he was always too talky for his own good.
"I run a blog. Whatever, but it's more than that. It's a survival guide. Someone's gotta risk their life to find out how to live."
He smiled a little the pun of an attempted murder, but a least it was hidden by his mask. He could let himself have that much, if nothing else. Muckraker made no move to take a seat, though he did lean on the back of his offered chair with his good arm. One hand was still clenched over the hole, blood dripping steadily from between his fingers. How do you even go about taking care of a wound like that? Were you supposed to stitch both sides?
Maybe he could just go to the hospital and tell them he got caught in a super fight. It was true enough after all.
"Because if you think that the people of this city don't deserve to know about supers, joining Pandemonium is hardly the worst thing you've done." How long had his hands been shaking? Wow yeah, he really needed to get going before this wound got somehow worse. "Citizens can barely walk out their door in this town, or else they might get caught up in some struggle bigger than them. Keeping them updated, sharing what I know, it gives the ones who get caught in the crossfire a chance to get out with their own lives. It means they know where to avoid, how to hide from certain powers, and who it's best to just sprint in the other direction and hope for the best."
He paused, taking just a second to fight off the constantly growing lightheaded feeling. Maybe that's why he was so rambling at the moment? Nah, he was always too talky for his own good.
"I run a blog. Whatever, but it's more than that. It's a survival guide. Someone's gotta risk their life to find out how to live."