TENTH ORDER --> [In Peson]

[playstheking.livejournal.com]

[Ciel finally left his room, if only for a change in scenery and some fresh air. However, as he ascends the staircase, a cloaked figure appears, a knife glinting in his hand. The result is immediate. Ciel's visible eye widens dramatically, and he inhales sharply, almost raggedly. Whatever rational part of him existed that could convince him that this was the Author's plot shut down, and he stumbled backwards, almost tripping over his own feet.

The man stepped forward. Ciel covers his mouth suddenly, attempting to prevent himself from becoming violently ill all over the floor. Panic floods his mind, and he is unable to do much of anything... yes, even unable to call for his demon... as the man slowly approaches.]

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[In person]

[photogenickitty.livejournal.com]

Be careful! [Looks over his shoulder worriedly. He doesn't want to leave Oz on his own but from the sounds the other kid was making and the way he was clutching his chest, it was obvious that he couldn't run for much longer.]

It's right here...

[The room was just a bit away but the boy's wheezing worried him. He stops and holds his shoulders to steady him.]

It's just a bit ahead, can you make it?