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04; action
Nov. 5th, 2013 10:05 pm[More than a month later, Oscar shows up that night at an edge of the lake closest to the village. He lays on his side against the wet grass, having dragged himself out, his lower half still submerged. His hands are limp in front of his chest.
Blood trickles down his head and spots his neckline. The incision is thin, if jagged in the areas he'd turned away, and spreads from temple to temple. His head pounds from the loss and previous abuse, though he's too drugged to do anything about it or the rain, which has let up somewhat.
He lies there, soaked to the bone with blood smeared on his face, weeping through tired eyes.]
Blood trickles down his head and spots his neckline. The incision is thin, if jagged in the areas he'd turned away, and spreads from temple to temple. His head pounds from the loss and previous abuse, though he's too drugged to do anything about it or the rain, which has let up somewhat.
He lies there, soaked to the bone with blood smeared on his face, weeping through tired eyes.]
