Game 021 [Action] - Happy Six-Month Anniversary. Sucker.

[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua has been running a few errands today. Maybe you've seen him traversing the main area of the village. Now he's left the plaza and was about to reach the nothernmost bridge when he suddenly collapses.

He's awake when he hits the ground, and within moments, is doubled over, clutching his stomach. Within a minute, he's audibly suppressing gagging noises.

Good afternoon, Luceti. Josh is getting hit with Shibuya withdrawal. ]

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[bubblypsyche.livejournal.com]

*Holy fuck what. There is a little girl (who Josh may recognize) running over to be totally useless help.*

Hey! Are you sick? What's wrong?!

[neverplaysfair]

[ Not going to recognize her when HOLY SHIT NAUSEA. Also a couple other not-nice things, but the nausea is what's hitting hard at the moment. ]

It hurts...

[bubblypsyche.livejournal.com]

Hold on, there's gotta be a doctor somewhere here!

*Going to start running around in circles, looking for someone who looks... well, doctor-y.*

[neverplaysfair]

[ Josh's voice goes weak for a moment, and his eyes slide shut. ]

... hurts...

[bubblypsyche.livejournal.com]

What hurts?

[neverplaysfair]

... stomach... head...

[bubblypsyche.livejournal.com]

Uh- um! M- Maybe you should lie down? Mama always said that helps with an upset stomach!

[soundfrequency]

[Sorry dude, know how you won't like Neku seeing you like this, but that just so happens to be the same path Neku has to take to get to the shops, which is where he was headed. It's not hard to tell it's Joshua because the wings really do stand out, so Neku breaks into a run, practically skidding to a stop there next to him.]

H-hey! Joshua?

[neverplaysfair]

Aah!... nngh... [ Shouting is very much not good right now, Neku. ]

[soundfrequency]

[Wince. Sorry about that. At least he's keeping his voice down now. But he's very much concerned as he kneels down there next to Joshua.]

What is it?

[neverplaysfair]

[ His voice slips just a little as he curls up into a tighter ball. ]

It hurts.

[soundfrequency]

[Chews on his bottom lip a moment, trying to think. He doesn't really want to leave Joshua like this but... he should probably get someone. Yeah.]

I'll go get Mr. H, can you hang on until I get back?

[neverplaysfair]

[ Oh and he freezes. ]

Don't.

[stalkingmybro.livejournal.com]

[Here is a face he hasn't seen for a while.

... And probably even less likely in this state. What the heck is going on?] Joshua!

[neverplaysfair]

[ What is with you people and volume?! :< ]

Aah...!

[stalkingmybro.livejournal.com]

[Because we like being loud.]

What's wrong? [At least it's in a normal volume now? Or maybe softer than most people's.]

[neverplaysfair]

It hurts...!

[stalkingmybro.livejournal.com]

I'll bring you to the clinic then.

[neverplaysfair]

They might not- [ Okay they might be able to help but Josh has no idea what's wrong with him. He's never been sick like this... ever. ]

/piles on late but loves you anyway? <3

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[Now normally, there'd be some schadenfreude involved in watching someone like Joshua get what's coming to him. He deserves it, right? After running a cruel game that toys with people's lives and obliterates their souls, a little bile is the least karma can do. If only he didn't look so damn pitiful, maybe Hisoka wouldn't feel the need to approach at all.]

...Get up. You're embarrassing yourself.

/loves you back <3

[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua glances up just long enough to see who it is before he gives another wretching noise. ] Can't... pain...

Yay!! <33

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Weren't you the one who said pain was a bullshit excuse? Up.

<3

[neverplaysfair]

Hurts... [ Yeah not gonna happen. ]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Don't be such a baby about it. You're already dead, not like this is doing to kill you. [And though it's against his better judgement, he's going to take a rough graip on Josh's shoulder and try to force him up, assuming his skinny little boy bones aren't too heavy for Hisoka's own skinny little boy bones. They both kind of need a hamburger or something.]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Yeah, well if you want him up you're going to have to drag him up yourself, because Josh's legs aren't much with the idea of supporting any weight. One hand flies to his head as he fails at holding down another gagging noise. ]