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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 9, 2009 2:25:10 GMT -5
"choke her, choke her, choke her, choke her, choke her, choke her, choke her, choke her, choke her, "
"NO! I mean, uh well I'll eat anytrhing I can find aye. So what's your story? How long you two been here in Animus?"
Walking down the street, passing a mall, walking back.
"Oh let's go in! C'mon little laney lane lanie lanez lane!! SHOPPING SPREE!!!"
Before I hear a response I'm halfway to the front door pulling out the sawn off and blasting the big glass doors apart glass flying everywhere.
"Look! Food! People are everywhere!!"
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 2:41:27 GMT -5
Lane stood at the front of the mall in horror. She watched Tommy blast the hell out of the store.
She took a step back half hiding behind Ryker.
Maybe i should act more like Ryker.. Tommy is freaking scary..
Ryker turned to face Lane. "Its okay, just calm down." He gave her a reassuring smile and ran his fingers through her hair. "Stay out here alright?" He entered the store after Tommy.
If he kills some people, it means i get a free meal
He walked slowly hand still clenched around his sword.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 9, 2009 2:57:04 GMT -5
Second shot, blowing off some fat guy's face, he drops to his knees twitching in his death spasms and growing pool of blood. Leaping over him and moving on, sliding through the crowds of screaming civillans swinging left and right with the hatchet now painted a dull thick red, taking a second to lick the jagged edge and slitting my tongue.
"Now this is the tommy I know!!"
"Hahahahah this is amazing!"
Looking through the crowd, scoping for the special prize... JACKPOT! A middle-aged woman crouching down clutching something close. Pulling out the customised chainsaw-glove and giving it a grisly rev, again and again! Breaking into a flat out sprint she turns and screams as I drag the blade right through from her right shoulder and out below the bottom part of her left side pelvis Non-chalantly kicking the two body parts to the floor with my foot still wearing a boot, I peer down to see what exactly she was clutching, a bundle. Dropping the chainsaw, unwrapping the bundle... Oh mega-jackpot! Baby on board!!! Rolling my eyes back into my head and using voodoo to dislocate my jaw and extend it back to swallow the baby in one bite.
"Mmmmm...." Licking my lips "I'ts true what they say, innocents tastes so much more rich..." Looking back to see Ryker in the doorway sword drawn..
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 3:13:49 GMT -5
Lain shuddered outside the mall. Screaming..Just screaming.. God i hope Ryker is okay... She slid to the grown and buried her face in her hands in a desperate attempt to even her breathing.
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Ryker watched Tommy as he lept and ran around the mall, leaving trails of blood in his wake.
Well at least he's enjoying himself Ryker thought as he sauntered over to the woman that Tommy had left in pieces.
His eyes began to glow red as the smell of blood wafted up his nostrils. A sick smile was plastered on his face.
He knelt down beside what was left of the woman. He snapped of her arm and lifted it to his mouth, ripping off a piece with his razor sharp teeth. He couldn't help himself but to groan in pleasure.
It had been such a long time since he'd tasted human. He smiled as he felt the blood trickle down his chin.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 9, 2009 3:21:07 GMT -5
"You've done well, now feast my little happy clown, feast...."
Going around picking up and holstering the chainsaw, the sawn off and the oh so trusty hatchet. Picking up one of the many corpses now littering the once teeming mall and dragging him over to Ryker, pulling out the sawn off flipping it so the barrel was in my hand, I proceed to beat and batter the mans head open untill a grisly crack is echoed throughout the mall. Sitting down and scooping out the brain matter out and greedily stuffing it into my mouth. "So," Gulping down a large piece of gore. "Where's your friend gotten to? Missing out on all the fun. Same goes for Mr. Psycho....?"
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 3:27:26 GMT -5
He stared at tommy mid bite.
"This isn't really her scene, if you get what i mean." Ryker said resuming his miniature feast.
He licked the blood off his face and took another bite of the soft flesh.
"Do you mind if i have some of that?" He asked gesturing to the smashed open hear Tommy was holding.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 9, 2009 3:31:38 GMT -5
"Not at all." Sludging out a handful of mashed brains and hurling it at Ryker's face. I can't help but laugh "Hahahaha, you need to be better with your hands friend hahaha" Plunging a fist into the ribcage and ripping out his twitching heart and taking a gluttonous bite slurping dripping blood from the sides of my mouth, letting a slitherous tongue lap up place I've missed.
"So tell me about that sword you got done hiding there?"
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 3:40:43 GMT -5
Ryker licked the brain off his face. He missed being covered in blood but Lain would have a fit if she saw him.
He smiled at the thought.
"What about it?" Ryker asked, Getting down to the bone.
Biting it in half he sucked out the marrow.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 9, 2009 3:46:02 GMT -5
"Well my hungry friend, why of all weapons do you use that? Is there a reason? where did you get it? And do I look fat when I do this?" Pulling my head back to make several chins.
Turning my head to notice that someone was still slightly crawling away from the carnage. Non-chalantly getting up, walking over to the bloodied lady grabbing her by a tuft of long hair tied in a pony tail and biting deep into her jugular and drinking deeply.
"Oh carry on, I'm still listening"
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 4:01:28 GMT -5
Ryker cracked a smile.
This guy's okay apart from his psychoticness Ryker thought tossing the bone over his shoulder, Where it hit the wall and shattered into pieces.
"Lane made it for me." He said simply as he ripped off a piece of the dead womans torso.
"It's light weight, can cut through anything and is unbreakable." He smiled at it touching the handle, shook his head at the thought.
He hated thinking about Lain in depth.
He ripped out the womans Lung and licked off the blood.
"What about you, and your.. weapons?"
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 9, 2009 4:05:50 GMT -5
"Well this here hatchet is sacred to me. More of a religious object than a weapon. I just right people's wrongs with it. As for the others, I made em in my funhouse"
Looking past Ryker out into the street, out through the shattered doors. "It's getting late, you think we should get moving?"
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 4:20:43 GMT -5
"Sounds good." He said pulling himself up. He licked his face clean and checked to make sure that there was no blood on him.
Nodding he walking back to the front entrance. "Hey lane, where you at?." He looked out the front door.
Where did she go.. He surveyed the outside, glancing down he saw her sprawled out.
For gods sake.. He rolled his eyes, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"Lead the way man." He called to tommy.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 9, 2009 6:23:14 GMT -5
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait up for your beloved friend!!" Mr. Psycho runs up to the rest of the group, absolutely drenched in blood with a sledgehammer in his hand. He slides the bloody sledgehammer back into his dress pant pocket with ease. "So what have you lovable lovelys been up to?" He says in a tone that clearly implies he knows what they did.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 9, 2009 7:46:24 GMT -5
Daemon walked lost. He had left the group so he could discover more of himself. He saw people down the street. Some possibly human, others not and one he recognize---Mr Coocoo was it. Nevertheless, Daemon walked towards the crowd. He knew better this time and was surely more prepared. These people can be friends or foes--maybe even in between. Still, just like him, he always took precautions. He put his hood on and had his scythe at hand. He kept his blades for wings in him, it was one of his secret weapons after all. He started walking faster toward them, ready. -------
On the other side of the street, DeAnne walked slowly, she felt pleasant, no fret, no worry at all. She kept walking and wondered where Lain and Ryker had gone. They had left without her, nevertheless, it was all fine. She'd find them eventually. But it was not just them she found--she found more people.
DeAnne smiled to herself as she walked, singing some chants and songs in demonic---her native tongue. She was near them.
"Hello," she said loud enough for everyone to hear.
------- Daemon near the crowd stopped in his tracks. He had recognized that voice. The beautiful, serene, melodic voice. It had belong to that one person who had betrayed him but had provided uttermost care---DeAnne. He rushed forward to the crowd and saw her. He was speechless. It was her. The person that helped in his damnation.
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Post by Lain on Jun 9, 2009 20:05:04 GMT -5
Ryker shifted Lane on his shoulder. She's heavier than i thought she was
"Oh hey man, we just got something to eat." He replied simply to Mr.Psycho's question.
His ears pricked up. We have company He thought turning his head to the side.
He saw someone he recognized, The girl from the shop.
"Hey DeAnne" He said waving with his free hand.
There's someone else aswell.. He placed his free hand on the handle of his blade.
Better be safe than sorry He nodded to himself.
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