"I have to finish that pattern… while I still remember it…!" I suddenly grab the table lamp, and throw it at a vase, shattering it instantly.
(anyone mind if I withdraw from this rp? the storyline's a bit deep for me to get into and it's a bit awkward for me)
"Blood... yes!" I grab a shard of the vase, cut my index finger, and pause, staring incredulously at my finger. "Why… why aren't I bleeding?!" I gasp. "Because that would be too easy…" a voice snickers
"T-thanks…" I write out a few symbols with his blood, and they turn black, before bursting into flames. "No... no!" I shout, watching as the symbols disappear in fire, before it suddenly goes out, leaving the walls charred.