saucey: (サスケ » tch...)
[Oh, look, it came on again. Sasuke's outside, beating rocks into smaller rocks. You know, to use for his home made training weights. It's easier to take out his frustration with everything this way than going out to do something stupid. Though, his knuckles are bleeding as he does this, so it might as well be considered a little stupid too.

He's got two piles. One of useable, small rocks, and a second of...dirt and rocks that didn't make the cut. Rocks he took things out on too much.

When the feed finally shows Sasuke's face, one can see, well. His face. He's exhausted. Tired. He's been doing this for a while, but that's not the cause of it. He hasn't slept much since Zuko was killed. Didn't want to chance the nightmares.

With another loud crunch, and another small cloud of dust flying, Sasuke lets out a curse.]


Out of rocks.
saucey: (サスケ » fetal position)
[It's frantic — panicked and soft, and quick and in denial. A little crazed, and breathless. Exhausted.

It's something you'd never expect to hear out of Sasuke, really. But maybe so, considering how much he hung around a certain group of people.

It might as well be a little disturbing nonetheless.]


I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry—

[A choked sob, a forced intake of air—]

I'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanakumai'mnotanaku—

[End feed.]
saucey: (サスケ » the hell are you on?)
[It's more of an accident than anything that the PCD is turned on. The view shows at first Sasuke's hand pulling away with a roll of bandages, and then Sasuke's abdomen. It's partially scarred, mostly on the front. On his right side is an old snake tattoo, and he doesn't even seem to notice it. At first.

When he moves to start bandaging his abdomen, he starts off on the right side. It doesn't take long after that for him to actually, fucking finally notice that there's something
different on him.

Like a tattoo. Which he just
stares at. There is absolutely no recognition from him what-so-ever.]

... What the hell is that? Oi, Toushirou! I thought you were into dragons!

[Obviously teasing as he calls over his shoulder. Ah, and then he finally notices the PCD is on again. But instead of picking it up and turning it off, he just says:]

Guess I found my price.

[Then he turns it off.]

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