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[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

What do I do... what am I supposed to do... Dying.... we....

*here be Asch, in his room, sitting in the edge of the bed. His head's in his hands, and he's muttering things to himself. He's finally snapped, and is going to pretty much shoot himself in the head soon*

Why... why us... him... me...


((this post is mostly for yes_itdoes , but anyone else can bother him. He's just gonna be staring blankly at whoever pokes him, and then he'll try to attempt to blow his brains out or something. Either way, he's gonna die soon. Possibly in this post.))

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[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

How did it get this far?

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

I-I don't know... I'm sorry.... I'm sorry for doing this to you...

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[carefully takes the gun with his hands] Open.

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*looks up at him questioningly*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[frees one hand, stroking his jaw]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

.... *opens his mouth slightly*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

[slides the gun in, a tentacle worming its way up his bum]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*shivers, closing his eyes*

[yes-itdoes.livejournal.com]

I love you. [pulls the trigger]

[crimsonhavoc.livejournal.com]

*oh yeah, is very dead even before he's able to look at him one, last time... oh boy. that's... a lot of blood thar*