Shirosaki Hichigo (
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capeandcowllogs2009-11-06 07:55 pm
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We are scanning the scene in the City tonight [CLOSED]
WHO:
hollowest and
sunrisewolf. Also open to
hollowish and
iknowyourfear. Ichigo for damage control, Terry if Win wants his death logged (if you still want to do that?)
WHERE: I assume near Ammy's flower shop.
WHEN: Night, Nov 6
WARNINGS: Slicin' and dicin'.
SUMMARY: Hichigo doing what Hichigo does best; killing. A lot. Desire induced madness and possible ANGST abound.
FORMAT: Whatever we feel like. Again I apologize if I am slow and/or give poor tags. I has headache ;_; *WAITS FOR ADVIL TO KICK IN*
The Hollow was a predator. A white blur in a grungy city, stalking his victims until they were alone, scared, panicky.
Then
SLASH.
Their heads would roll off, or the upper half of their body would slide disgustingly from the bottom half as it crumpled. I was almost too gory to be real.
But it was real. And as soon as the soul left the body he'd just destroyed, he would eat them up.
He didn't need it. It didn't make him happy. But he wanted it. Right now, in this moment, he wanted it more than anything, and he couldn't put a finger on why.
Nor did he care to. He would drown his misery in blood.
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WHERE: I assume near Ammy's flower shop.
WHEN: Night, Nov 6
WARNINGS: Slicin' and dicin'.
SUMMARY: Hichigo doing what Hichigo does best; killing. A lot. Desire induced madness and possible ANGST abound.
FORMAT: Whatever we feel like. Again I apologize if I am slow and/or give poor tags. I has headache ;_; *WAITS FOR ADVIL TO KICK IN*
The Hollow was a predator. A white blur in a grungy city, stalking his victims until they were alone, scared, panicky.
Then
SLASH.
Their heads would roll off, or the upper half of their body would slide disgustingly from the bottom half as it crumpled. I was almost too gory to be real.
But it was real. And as soon as the soul left the body he'd just destroyed, he would eat them up.
He didn't need it. It didn't make him happy. But he wanted it. Right now, in this moment, he wanted it more than anything, and he couldn't put a finger on why.
Nor did he care to. He would drown his misery in blood.
BB did you want a big party for hiruma's birthday, or just him and melee hanging out?
But the one. Two seconds ticked by.
Nothing.
Well IDC :D both have their advantages...
The monster just grinned more broadly and grabbed the other by his neck, exhibiting incredible strength for someone who couldn't have been more than 16 years old. The Hollow smashed Terry against the brick wall and his expression became more dire.
"I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to do something interesting," he hissed as he brought his sword into his hand, "Then I'm gonna pin you up on this wall!! Hehehehee!!"