It's impossible for it not to be, for what's inside is a young man with all too perfect hair, his arms folded over his chest, and in one of his arm, a needle attached to tubing that must connect to the big glass things outside of the coffin.
Slashed across his chest is a nasty, ugly crag that is an all too fresh scar, healed but barely so. The depth must have been the problem, coupled with the length, and for all of that pain, there is an additional feature: leg irons (padded, but still), with no length attached to them. The vampire, such as it is, has been bolted against the coffin and--
--a pair of gold eyes flutter open, accompanied by a soft noise.]
Ugh.
[The upper part of the vampire's body starts to float. To strain against the irons, and it is at that moment that the coffin's lid reveals the scratch marks made within.]
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It's impossible for it not to be, for what's inside is a young man with all too perfect hair, his arms folded over his chest, and in one of his arm, a needle attached to tubing that must connect to the big glass things outside of the coffin.
Slashed across his chest is a nasty, ugly crag that is an all too fresh scar, healed but barely so. The depth must have been the problem, coupled with the length, and for all of that pain, there is an additional feature: leg irons (padded, but still), with no length attached to them. The vampire, such as it is, has been bolted against the coffin and--
--a pair of gold eyes flutter open, accompanied by a soft noise.]
Ugh.
[The upper part of the vampire's body starts to float. To strain against the irons, and it is at that moment that the coffin's lid reveals the scratch marks made within.]