- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- A little bit of everything so long as I can fit one of my existing characters into the RP
Boop
The sky was darkening as Seth walked down streets that were slowly becoming familiar. After the death of his best friend he had no choice but to move. It was not a difficult task to accomplish since he owned very few possessions. He had lived on the streets since running away from home at a young age and nothing had changed since.
he did not feel the eyes that followed him. Reaching a deserted part of town, as soon as he turned a corner he heard a noise from a few feet back. He shook it off as nothing and after taking a few more steps he heard the sound again. When he looked behind him there was nothing so he retraced his steps. Something did not feel right. As he was passing an alley a hand appeared and pulled him into the alley. Seth stumbled forward and a fist connected with his face, sending him falling to the ground. He wiped the blood from his lip before looking up and seeing two kids, one the guy from this morning.
"You think you are better than everyone? After we get done with you you will be lower than all those people you look down upon. You scum."
Seth had been paying too much attention to the guy speaking that he did not see the guy's friend come at him from the side. A grunt escaped him as the foot collided with his side. When the friend tried to do it again Seth grabbed his leg and pulled. The friend hit the ground hard and Seth stood up and faced the other guy.
The guy glanced at his friend who was dazed and then moved his eyes back to Seth. "You fucker. Get back on the ground." The guy threw a punch and Seth sidestepped, grabbed the guys hand, and twisted it behind him. Without a wasted second Seth slammed the guy's head against the nearest building, only hard enough to cause the guy to lose consciousness. He turned around and noticed the friend was not where he had fallen. Making a move to turn something cold and hard collided with his back. He collapsed to his knees, scraping one against the ground, and stared at the ground with eyes full of pain. He braced for another blow and it never came. Instead he heard a laugh. Anger washed over him and he slowly stood up and turned, eyes blazing.
ooc: I would run if I was that guy..mister emotions has snapped
bic:
Seth stepped forward, his face as cold and hard as the steel rod the friend held. A flicker of fear flashed on the friend's face and took a step back. Seth shook his head. Don't even try to run. The rod was swung toward his face and Seth grabbed the friend's wrist and backed him against the wall. His knee hit the friend's gut and he followed the guy to the ground, making a fist and hit the guy as hard as he could multiple times. He then picked up the rod and dealt a few blows to the guy. When the friend stopped moving (he did not kill him) Seth stood up and limped toward his hideout.
The sky was darkening as Seth walked down streets that were slowly becoming familiar. After the death of his best friend he had no choice but to move. It was not a difficult task to accomplish since he owned very few possessions. He had lived on the streets since running away from home at a young age, and nothing had changed since. The life suited him as he always managed to become top dog in this world of fist fights, drugs, and street rats. Respect was key and he demanded it.
He did not feel the eyes that followed him down the now dark streets. It was a deserted part of town, close to where he had made his new home. As soon as he turned a corner a scraping noise came from a few feet back. He shook it off as nothing, but after taking a few more steps the sound came again. When he looked behind him there was nothing so he retraced his steps; something did not feel right. As he was passing an alley a hand appeared and pulled him in. Seth stumbled forward and a fist connected with his face, sending him falling to the ground. He wiped the blood from his lip before looking up and seeing guys. One with long blonde hair and both young.
"You think you are better than everyone? That you can waltz your ass into this city and take control? After we get done with you you will be lower than all those people you look down upon. You scum."
Seth had been paying too much attention to blondie that he did not see the guy's friend come at him from the side. A grunt escaped him as a foot collided with his side. When the friend tried to do it again Seth grabbed his leg and pulled. The friend hit the ground hard, and Seth stood up and faced the blonde.
The guy glanced at his friend who was dazed and then moved his eyes back to Seth. "You fucker. Get back on the ground." The guy threw a punch and Seth sidestepped, grabbed the guys hand, and twisted it behind him. Without a wasted second Seth slammed the guy's head against the nearest building, only hard enough to cause the guy to lose consciousness. He turned around and noticed the friend was not where he had fallen. Making a move to turn something cold and hard collided with his back. He collapsed to his knees, scraping one against the ground, and stared at the concrete with eyes full of pain. He braced for another blow, but it never came. Instead he heard a laugh. What was so funny? Anger washed over him and he slowly stood up and turned, eyes blazing.
Seth stepped forward, his face as cold and hard as the steel rod the friend held. A flicker of fear flashed on the friend's face and took a step back. Seth shook his head. Don't even try to run. The rod was swung toward his face and Seth grabbed the friend's wrist and backed him against the wall. His knee hit the friend's gut, his fists dealt a few blows to the guy's face, and when he heard the rod fall to the ground he tossed the guy over to the blonde. Picking the blonde up with difficulty the friend left as quickly as possible.
Running his hands through his hair Seth stumbled out of the alley. Adrenaline was wearing away to be replaced by pain. His back felt like it was on fire, but that was not enough to explain why his body had become sluggish. Only when he looked down did he know the reason. A knife was sticking out of him. He had one last thought before falling unconscious: So that's what was so funny.
The sky was darkening as Seth walked down streets that were slowly becoming familiar. After the death of his best friend he had no choice but to move. It was not a difficult task to accomplish since he owned very few possessions. He had lived on the streets since running away from home at a young age and nothing had changed since.
he did not feel the eyes that followed him. Reaching a deserted part of town, as soon as he turned a corner he heard a noise from a few feet back. He shook it off as nothing and after taking a few more steps he heard the sound again. When he looked behind him there was nothing so he retraced his steps. Something did not feel right. As he was passing an alley a hand appeared and pulled him into the alley. Seth stumbled forward and a fist connected with his face, sending him falling to the ground. He wiped the blood from his lip before looking up and seeing two kids, one the guy from this morning.
"You think you are better than everyone? After we get done with you you will be lower than all those people you look down upon. You scum."
Seth had been paying too much attention to the guy speaking that he did not see the guy's friend come at him from the side. A grunt escaped him as the foot collided with his side. When the friend tried to do it again Seth grabbed his leg and pulled. The friend hit the ground hard and Seth stood up and faced the other guy.
The guy glanced at his friend who was dazed and then moved his eyes back to Seth. "You fucker. Get back on the ground." The guy threw a punch and Seth sidestepped, grabbed the guys hand, and twisted it behind him. Without a wasted second Seth slammed the guy's head against the nearest building, only hard enough to cause the guy to lose consciousness. He turned around and noticed the friend was not where he had fallen. Making a move to turn something cold and hard collided with his back. He collapsed to his knees, scraping one against the ground, and stared at the ground with eyes full of pain. He braced for another blow and it never came. Instead he heard a laugh. Anger washed over him and he slowly stood up and turned, eyes blazing.
ooc: I would run if I was that guy..mister emotions has snapped
bic:
Seth stepped forward, his face as cold and hard as the steel rod the friend held. A flicker of fear flashed on the friend's face and took a step back. Seth shook his head. Don't even try to run. The rod was swung toward his face and Seth grabbed the friend's wrist and backed him against the wall. His knee hit the friend's gut and he followed the guy to the ground, making a fist and hit the guy as hard as he could multiple times. He then picked up the rod and dealt a few blows to the guy. When the friend stopped moving (he did not kill him) Seth stood up and limped toward his hideout.
The sky was darkening as Seth walked down streets that were slowly becoming familiar. After the death of his best friend he had no choice but to move. It was not a difficult task to accomplish since he owned very few possessions. He had lived on the streets since running away from home at a young age, and nothing had changed since. The life suited him as he always managed to become top dog in this world of fist fights, drugs, and street rats. Respect was key and he demanded it.
He did not feel the eyes that followed him down the now dark streets. It was a deserted part of town, close to where he had made his new home. As soon as he turned a corner a scraping noise came from a few feet back. He shook it off as nothing, but after taking a few more steps the sound came again. When he looked behind him there was nothing so he retraced his steps; something did not feel right. As he was passing an alley a hand appeared and pulled him in. Seth stumbled forward and a fist connected with his face, sending him falling to the ground. He wiped the blood from his lip before looking up and seeing guys. One with long blonde hair and both young.
"You think you are better than everyone? That you can waltz your ass into this city and take control? After we get done with you you will be lower than all those people you look down upon. You scum."
Seth had been paying too much attention to blondie that he did not see the guy's friend come at him from the side. A grunt escaped him as a foot collided with his side. When the friend tried to do it again Seth grabbed his leg and pulled. The friend hit the ground hard, and Seth stood up and faced the blonde.
The guy glanced at his friend who was dazed and then moved his eyes back to Seth. "You fucker. Get back on the ground." The guy threw a punch and Seth sidestepped, grabbed the guys hand, and twisted it behind him. Without a wasted second Seth slammed the guy's head against the nearest building, only hard enough to cause the guy to lose consciousness. He turned around and noticed the friend was not where he had fallen. Making a move to turn something cold and hard collided with his back. He collapsed to his knees, scraping one against the ground, and stared at the concrete with eyes full of pain. He braced for another blow, but it never came. Instead he heard a laugh. What was so funny? Anger washed over him and he slowly stood up and turned, eyes blazing.
Seth stepped forward, his face as cold and hard as the steel rod the friend held. A flicker of fear flashed on the friend's face and took a step back. Seth shook his head. Don't even try to run. The rod was swung toward his face and Seth grabbed the friend's wrist and backed him against the wall. His knee hit the friend's gut, his fists dealt a few blows to the guy's face, and when he heard the rod fall to the ground he tossed the guy over to the blonde. Picking the blonde up with difficulty the friend left as quickly as possible.
Running his hands through his hair Seth stumbled out of the alley. Adrenaline was wearing away to be replaced by pain. His back felt like it was on fire, but that was not enough to explain why his body had become sluggish. Only when he looked down did he know the reason. A knife was sticking out of him. He had one last thought before falling unconscious: So that's what was so funny.
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