14th Resurrection - This Devil's Workday

[sanctus_dei]

[Well, coupled with his own physical shortcomings, and complete exhaustion, Theo managed to get himself mangled at the tractor factory today. His left hand - this dominant one - is utterly shattered, torn up something fierce in some machinery. The supervisors tried to have him just wrap it up and go back to work, but he managed to sneak out. He walks home a bloody, pale wreck. Feel free to stop him/ignore him/whatever.

Later: a phone call! The phone fumbles a moment before he speaks. He sounds as irritated as always.]

_Shit... A-Are their any doctors left out there? And I'm not talking about the mad scientist woman. Or am I going to be left to die of sepsis in this place? Goddamnit...

...has anyone died here yet? Do you still come back?


And for god's sake, does ANYONE out there have a cigarette?!

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[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[There is an awful mess of what used to be a hand underneath those bloody rags. He takes a few deep breaths, and then pours on the vodka, hissing through his teeth. when he's done, he's sweating even more.]


...goddamnit.

Hey. Did you manage to get your job done?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no sweat.