Fuck... [ The curse isn't so much said as it is breathed as Touka slumps against the door of the house she had been staying in for the last few days, her weight doing nothing to shift the entrance on its hinges. How stupid could she have been, thinking she would make it back in time? Try as she might-- and she still tried in spite of knowing damn well that it didn't mean anything-- she couldn't move as quickly as she had when her kagune was in working condition. So why had she thought it would be a good idea, venturing out so late in the day?
In any case, she was paying for it now. A pool of dread was beginning to form in her gut, roiling and bubbling as she hugged herself, trying to stay as comfortable as possible. She pulled out her tablet, staring at it in silence before switching it on.
On the upside, there was no one for her to fail by dying. Not here, anyway. The menial food stores that she and her partners had managed to accumulate were safe, and she hadn't had anything of particular value on her when she'd been caught outdoors. It's with this thought in mind that she turns on the video feed, lines of exhaustion creasing her face as she sags further against the door. ]
Hey. To anybody that knows me: I'm pretty much dead. [ It's an awkward opening to an even more awkward video, but bear with her. ] I don't know how this works, but anyone who finds me can have the shitty rations in my bag. [ A pause before she speaks again. ]
No, fuck that. They're mine. [ With that, she opens the bag and pulls out the flavorless rations, tearing open the package with a deafening riiiip. It wasn't as sustaining as actual meat, but it was something. She takes a bite, her face expressionless as she swallows. Even without all those years of training herself to fake enjoyment of human food, the rations themselves are too bland to be offensive. ]
Anything else in there goes to whoever finds me, I guess. Just... leave my phone alone. [ In all honesty, she wasn't sure how death in Norfinbury worked. Not entirely. Still, she found herself ruefully staring at the small rabbit charm attached to her long-dead phone, her free hand gripping it tightly.
If she were to be honest, she was scared shitless. But there was no point in any of that now. Curling her knees to her chest, she buries her face in them, letting the tablet drop somewhere by her feet with a dull thud. ]
Fuck this shitty place.
three
[ Was there a single inch of this place that wasn't cold as fuck?
Dressed in layers of rags and salvaged clothes that Touka had found about Norfinbury, Touka wandered the streets almost aimlessly, looking for a new place to settle down. Her old digs weren't cutting it for her anymore, as it had been raided while she was out. She wasn't too worried about being inside by nightfall; she had, at the very least, three to four hours before she needed to settle in.
Thankfully, she didn't need to search long, as she stepped across the threshold of a house she'd never seen before. It looked decent enough, but what really caught her eye was the fact that there was a sizeable pile of wood near the fireplace. Someone had obviously been stockpiling, though there was a thin layer of dust covering the wood. Whoever had lived there previously hadn't been around in a while.
For the first time in what felt like ages, Touka found herself smiling.
... At least until there was a shuffling noise behind her, prompting her to lunge at one of the logs, gripping it tightly in her hands as she spun on her heel to face the intruder. ]
touka kirishima (tokyo ghoul)
Fuck... [ The curse isn't so much said as it is breathed as Touka slumps against the door of the house she had been staying in for the last few days, her weight doing nothing to shift the entrance on its hinges. How stupid could she have been, thinking she would make it back in time? Try as she might-- and she still tried in spite of knowing damn well that it didn't mean anything-- she couldn't move as quickly as she had when her kagune was in working condition. So why had she thought it would be a good idea, venturing out so late in the day?
In any case, she was paying for it now. A pool of dread was beginning to form in her gut, roiling and bubbling as she hugged herself, trying to stay as comfortable as possible. She pulled out her tablet, staring at it in silence before switching it on.
On the upside, there was no one for her to fail by dying. Not here, anyway. The menial food stores that she and her partners had managed to accumulate were safe, and she hadn't had anything of particular value on her when she'd been caught outdoors. It's with this thought in mind that she turns on the video feed, lines of exhaustion creasing her face as she sags further against the door. ]
Hey. To anybody that knows me: I'm pretty much dead. [ It's an awkward opening to an even more awkward video, but bear with her. ] I don't know how this works, but anyone who finds me can have the shitty rations in my bag. [ A pause before she speaks again. ]
No, fuck that. They're mine. [ With that, she opens the bag and pulls out the flavorless rations, tearing open the package with a deafening riiiip. It wasn't as sustaining as actual meat, but it was something. She takes a bite, her face expressionless as she swallows. Even without all those years of training herself to fake enjoyment of human food, the rations themselves are too bland to be offensive. ]
Anything else in there goes to whoever finds me, I guess. Just... leave my phone alone. [ In all honesty, she wasn't sure how death in Norfinbury worked. Not entirely. Still, she found herself ruefully staring at the small rabbit charm attached to her long-dead phone, her free hand gripping it tightly.
If she were to be honest, she was scared shitless. But there was no point in any of that now. Curling her knees to her chest, she buries her face in them, letting the tablet drop somewhere by her feet with a dull thud. ]
Fuck this shitty place.
three
[ Was there a single inch of this place that wasn't cold as fuck?
Dressed in layers of rags and salvaged clothes that Touka had found about Norfinbury, Touka wandered the streets almost aimlessly, looking for a new place to settle down. Her old digs weren't cutting it for her anymore, as it had been raided while she was out. She wasn't too worried about being inside by nightfall; she had, at the very least, three to four hours before she needed to settle in.
Thankfully, she didn't need to search long, as she stepped across the threshold of a house she'd never seen before. It looked decent enough, but what really caught her eye was the fact that there was a sizeable pile of wood near the fireplace. Someone had obviously been stockpiling, though there was a thin layer of dust covering the wood. Whoever had lived there previously hadn't been around in a while.
For the first time in what felt like ages, Touka found herself smiling.
... At least until there was a shuffling noise behind her, prompting her to lunge at one of the logs, gripping it tightly in her hands as she spun on her heel to face the intruder. ]
Stay the hell away from me!