11-17-2018, 01:33 AM
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The shifting and whirring of the metal leg also got on his nerves and his brow furrowed in agitation before he breathed out slowly and attempted to keep walking forward. Sometimes the damn thing locked up and he had to force it to unbend. It was hell that was for sure but he didn't have a choice but to deal with it till he could find someone competent enough to help him out. The dirtied boy lifted his dual colored eyes up at the area, the smell of sea salt lifting up into his nostrils and he made a face before slowly beginning to walk across the strip of land that led to the island he saw not too far away. Water splashed against his paw and he lifted up his mechanical paw a little to avoid the water because he didn't know if it could get wet or not, like hell he would let it short our or whatever or even get rusted because he was too stupid to prevent it. Cold eyes narrowed for a moment as he hobbled forward over the metal railing of a train track that had been in disuse for a long time and when he came to the skull and the bell with the basket. "Tch, cute..." It wasn't cute. It wasn't cute at all and he found it down right terrifying to a degree. Who just hung up skulls anyway and he swallowed hard as he attempted at half hearted glare before he sat down and smacked the bell a little too hard.
The metal on metal made a higher pitched noise and it caused him to flatten his ears against his skull, growling low in his throat as his thick lizard like tail curled around his body. "Geez, what the actual hell!?" It was his own fault he knew but he blamed everything else but himself at this point and he stepped away from the bell especially when the basket near it started to hiss and move with agitation. Whatever was in it he didn't want to deal with and so with a grumpy expression he waited there because obviously there was something or someone here. Otherwise why would there be a damn bell, or even a gate for that matter with a creepy ass skull just hanging around. It couldn't be for shits and giggles but then again how would he know, right now all he cared about was his hurting leg and shoulder plus the fact that he hadn't been able to sleep the past couple of days because of the pain and the constant bleeding. "Hey, anyone around!? I'm looking for some help. Not that I really need it but it'd still be nice. Name's Chardonnay if you care or don't care. Shit..." He grumbled as he lifted up the metal leg, nerve endings firing off again and he shuddered a bit.
[glow=#000,1,400]I'D SAY I TOLD YOU SO BUT YOU JUST GONNA CRY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]"This is so stupid." His words were muttered to himself as he walked forward at a sluggish pace that prevented him from actually making any sudden moves. He was forced to get used to it, there was no going back now and the hastily done job on his leg was going to effect him the rest of his life unless someone knew how to fix it or at least do a better job than that last fool had. Sure, maybe he should be thankful for what the guy had done for him especially since he was bleeding out all over the ground but frankly the boy kind of thought that dying would have been better than having to be in constant pain because of a half assed job to actually save his life. Golden colored blood had long since leaked down the black metal of the prosthetic limb because of his often harsh movements pushing and pulling against the torn flesh of his body. The job itself looked like it had been rather rushed, the fitting seemingly all wrong for someone his age and stature but there had been no other choice when the large dog like thing had attacked him after he had asked the asshole a simple question. His limb had went flying clear of and so quickly he barely felt the pain till it was there and he was screaming on the ground. The bastard didn't even care, he'd just walked off and left him like that as if he hadn't even seen him. The shifting and whirring of the metal leg also got on his nerves and his brow furrowed in agitation before he breathed out slowly and attempted to keep walking forward. Sometimes the damn thing locked up and he had to force it to unbend. It was hell that was for sure but he didn't have a choice but to deal with it till he could find someone competent enough to help him out. The dirtied boy lifted his dual colored eyes up at the area, the smell of sea salt lifting up into his nostrils and he made a face before slowly beginning to walk across the strip of land that led to the island he saw not too far away. Water splashed against his paw and he lifted up his mechanical paw a little to avoid the water because he didn't know if it could get wet or not, like hell he would let it short our or whatever or even get rusted because he was too stupid to prevent it. Cold eyes narrowed for a moment as he hobbled forward over the metal railing of a train track that had been in disuse for a long time and when he came to the skull and the bell with the basket. "Tch, cute..." It wasn't cute. It wasn't cute at all and he found it down right terrifying to a degree. Who just hung up skulls anyway and he swallowed hard as he attempted at half hearted glare before he sat down and smacked the bell a little too hard.
The metal on metal made a higher pitched noise and it caused him to flatten his ears against his skull, growling low in his throat as his thick lizard like tail curled around his body. "Geez, what the actual hell!?" It was his own fault he knew but he blamed everything else but himself at this point and he stepped away from the bell especially when the basket near it started to hiss and move with agitation. Whatever was in it he didn't want to deal with and so with a grumpy expression he waited there because obviously there was something or someone here. Otherwise why would there be a damn bell, or even a gate for that matter with a creepy ass skull just hanging around. It couldn't be for shits and giggles but then again how would he know, right now all he cared about was his hurting leg and shoulder plus the fact that he hadn't been able to sleep the past couple of days because of the pain and the constant bleeding. "Hey, anyone around!? I'm looking for some help. Not that I really need it but it'd still be nice. Name's Chardonnay if you care or don't care. Shit..." He grumbled as he lifted up the metal leg, nerve endings firing off again and he shuddered a bit.