Bl@st 002 - Akira - Adriaaaaaaan [In person / Accidental Video]

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[Having woken up that morning and found that he was still in this 'Manor' place, Akira was unsure of how to feel about it all. On the one hand, he wasn't in Toshima anymore; the conditions here in general were 5 star compared to where he'd come from. But, not only was Shiki here, but Keisuke wasn't..Akira knew he wouldn't last a day in Toshima without him.

Not that that mattered anymore; there wasn't much he could do for him here. So, after finding something to eat (the food was a major, major plus) he decided to explore the Manor; soon enough, he was happy enough to find a gym.

The feed comes on suddenly as Akira throws the blackberry to the side carelessly. Pulling his shirt off absently (he didn't have a huge variety of clothes to change into - no point in wasting what he had), that soon lands next to the device as he sizes up the punching bag infront of him, before starting his session]

6th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[despite gradually getting sicker with each passing day, Hayato had pretty much decided to ignore it. He was currently on the way down to the kitchen to make something to eat. He makes it to the top of the stairs before he goes into a coughing fit. It hadn't been anything all that new for the week, though this time it seemed considerably more painful. He looked down at his hand and his eyes went wide at the sight of blood upon it.

The shock takes so much of his concentration to process, that he doesn't seem to notice the sudden vertigo that overcame him. He stumbles forward, in an effort to try and rectify his balance but to no avail. As he goes crashing down the stairs the feed comes on, recording part of the fall before settling at the bottom of the stairs next to Hayato.

The teen grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to fall over. There's no more movement from him after that and eventually the feed runs out and cuts off]

release 005 || Ulquiorra Cifer || [in person]

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[Ulquiorra is in the parlor with a book in his hands, but he is CLEARLY not reading it. Oddly enough it seems that he has fallen asleep. Not something the dead typically need to do.Though upon closer inspection it would appear that his breathing is somewhat labored and his face flush with fever.

Of course he hasn't spoken with anyone about this, nor does he intend to. Surly it's just some minor annoyance that will clear up shortly. Arrancar cannot be afflicted with the same ailments as humans. It was simply impossible. It went against all logic. The dead cannot be effected by illnesses of the living. That's what he kept telling himself anyway, before he dozed off in the middle of his book. Were he still able to think he would be brooding on how that was impossible as well...]

[13th Calculation] Recoil [In Person]

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[Gene hasn't been seen since he met Nina in the hall. After being received so coldly, he did the first thing that he shouldn't have done and that was to lock himself away from everyone else. He had a lot to think about and the crushing blow he received on an emotional level killed his ability to remain somewhat sociable.

Sitting in the library, he's reading a book on mental illness. Frustrated after reading it for an hour, he quickly gets up from his seat and throws the book across the room in a brief fit of rage, running his fingers through his short cropped hair.

The impact from the book and its drop knocked over the vase on the opposite side of the room. He didn't want to admit to himself that he's starting to fall apart himself. The loss of his wife back home, the stress of uncertainty if his daughter was okay, the rejection he felt from Nina, the numerous tortures that the Author had put him through not to mention the absence of the friends he made all came crashing down on him.]

Fuck this.

[He turns around in the opposite direction where he threw the book and out of the library.]

{13th Robbery} Waking up the dead [In Person]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John looked worse for wear and that's only because his recovery from death wasn't exactly the best of circumstances. He shoots up straight in his bed with his hand on his neck and lets out a gasping breath of air that sounded chocked and near a scream.

The blood on his shirt was still present but the wound has been healed. The pain he felt was all in his head but the act was still fresh in his mind. Shiki. Those cold eyes, the feel of the blade piercing his skin, the startled tension in his muscles before his life ebbed away. It was like the agents all over again. To die alone in the streets despite the crowd and no one came to his aid. They only took pictures and stood around to watch him die.]

NO!!

[His hands shake from the vision that played over and over again. His voice sounded chocked and unappealing. Standing up, he felt the world spinning around him and fell to his knees.]

Nakamori Aoko - 051 - [In Person]

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[Aoko is sick- it's starting to become obvious now- her cheeks are flushed and her eyes look cloudy. That is not stop her though, as she continues dusting the paintings in the parlor.]

...

[She blinks and shakes her head as her vision blurs slightly and then continues on. She's fine-just a little cold, probably-so she'll just keep dusting. Just a little dizzy]

[She stops and takes a breath as suddenly it feels as though the room has been tilted. No. She isn't going to lose to this small cold. She's stronger than this, it's nothing to worry-]

[and suddenly it's black.]

[Once her vision clears Aoko is staring at the ceiling--what happened?]