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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 5, 2014 6:38:37 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 5, 2014 15:45:51 GMT -8
((Not gonna suck on the stump where Gaston-Louis chopped the hand off? It would be funny and horrible.))
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 5, 2014 16:58:40 GMT -8
"..." After Jason got his "fair-share" of the man forearm, he took his attention to the stump of a wrist that seemed to be blessing profusely. Unsettling to imagine, he began to suck on the bloody stump of a wrist.
(( I had used my phone for this so excuse my grammar. And Chris, you are way too creative in this type of situation  )) |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 5, 2014 17:19:22 GMT -8
LL2-
"*dies*"
Jason had never had the sex before, but he had permanently crippled one person and now killed another. Life is a mess, yo.
As he began to come out of the rage, he couldn't help spit out the limb in disgust and back away from the body. The experience was already falling away in shards.
For a terrible moment, it was all new and clear. He bashed the mans skull on the alley wall, probably killing him in one blow. He grabbed whatever was convenient and started drinking. At first, there were fists, feet, knives assaulting him from the sides, tearing more holes in his useless lungs, until something took those away. As he drank the blood, his body healed itself - first the bullet's exit wound, then the rest.
And now, sitting on the alley floor near the corpse, he no longer remembered the other men attacking him. He no longer remembered the hand being cut off. He no longer remembered what body part he was taking blood from and when.
All he could remember is that he was hurt, he was hungry, and he took the life from the rapidly cooling body before him. 
Gaston-Louis-
"Ver'bowerful, ze way you rezeest the pain of their attacks. 'Ow many times they stab you? None-ze-less, we should try not to kill most times. I change ze minds so his friends will not remember us..."
G-L had his katana was balanced on his shoulder and stood with a casual cool. The cold alley air seeped through the holes in Jason's clothing and the blood on his face and hands grew less warm, more sticky. |
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 5, 2014 19:54:46 GMT -8
It was at this moment that Jason had just realized that he had brutally killed a man. Regardless if the man lived an innocent life or not, Jason felt utterly terrible and angry.
Jason wiped his face with his hands but he soon realized that the palms of his hands were also drenched in the rich velvety substance that once was inside the dead man that laid beside him.
Not caring whether his hands were covered in blood or not, he covered his face with his hands in agony. At first, he was melancholy but that soon turned to utter and complete rage.
He turned to Gaston..
"Take me back to the estate...TAKE ME BACK NOW!" He trembled as he said this.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 5, 2014 20:08:04 GMT -8
He put his katana away. 
Gaston-Louis-
"Why? ..."
He calmed down a bit, and nodded.
Gaston-Louis-
"Hm. You 'ave ze death moment, when you zee what we all shair. The way of the warrior is only seen in the death moment. I suppoze you should meditate on zis. Plus get a shower, non?"
He started to fly. Zhason grab ze leg?
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 5, 2014 20:12:52 GMT -8
 "Fuck..." Zhason latched on to Gaston's leg once again. |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 5, 2014 20:25:12 GMT -8
((Alright! The Princes are done for zis evening! Move to Sombreta Estate - Upper Floors when announced.))
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