Writing example:
This is a writing example, an excerpt from a reply of mine, from an rp with Coyle x my Oc Gideon. There's more to the reply that's less understandable without context, but I don't feel comfortable sharing other people's writing. Having said that, enjoy!
Gideon is too late, as always, but this time rather than meet his end via some mindless mutant schmuck he's getting his shit rocked by coyle himself, the very bastard he spent most of his energy pissing off for the better portion of the trial, since he couldn't do much else for the actual tasks... that all seems unimportant now.
Gideon screams into the rough palm clasped over his month, smelling strongly of cigarettes even if blood takes up the majority of his nose's facilities... its that odorous.
Coyle easily manages to get Gideon to the ground, despite the reagents desperate clawing and kicking, trying to stomp at coyles knees but missing terribly, that's partially how he got taken down in the first place, honestly, might even be the biggest factor... failure often is.
Gideon is winded, his chest hitting the broken tile—squirming, pushing at the hands grabbing at his belt, he cried out.
"No!! Shit-- fuck!! Hello??!! Help!!" His voice cracks as he sobs for help, sounding terribly frustrated with the team he just so happened to have not given a shit about until now... not that any are left to help him.
Then, he's electrocuted, the cattle prod jabbing into his side and, like plugging in a faulty lamp, his nerves light up like Christmas came early.
His lanky frame convulses, drool bubbles at the corners of his mouth, he cries out through gritted teeth, mewled attempts at words that die in his foam-filled mouth.
His limbs are stuck twitching, back arching then twisting lkks a snail doused in salt, and coyles 'gentle' touch made things much worse, nothing could feel soothing under such horrible conditions, even from such a 'kind man'... the slow trail down gideon's side Coyle's hand takes brings forth a wave of goosebumps in its wake, bruised, pale skin sweaty and flushed like undercooked poultry.
Then, it's over. Not quickly but certainly not slow, it's just... it fades, and as it fades gideons body goes limp, panting, chest heaving as his bindings go loose, shitty bandage wrap sliding down his bruised, sweaty torso...
Whatever happens next he isn't alive to know.
