Post by DrunkTaterSalad on Dec 26, 2005 19:15:06 GMT -5
A dark city street. Rain falls. Children cry. Children laugh. Children..... Spoiled little brats. Playing with their toys while I sit here in the cold. With my friend, Mr. Rats III. We laugh, we play, but I know he just wants the food. Everyone always has their own reasons to doing $hit. Can’t trust no one. Sure, everyone pretends to be your friend. Then they stab ya in the back. All it takes is a little cash.
A smile creeps across his face as he slips out of his bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. He pets the rat and keeps talking.
Rats III here and I have been good buddies for a long, long time. Haven’t we Rats? And tonight he will help me teach my lesson. But lets save that for later. See, I’ve been invited to this Valor place. A man said I could make money doing what I do out here. Only there, making people bleed would be legal. So I figured why not? Where do I sign up buddy. First check bought this good ol bottle right here. Gots me a new apartment, still a $hit hole though. Thing is they don’t allow pets. Sorry Rats, can’t just leave ya by yourself.
With one quick motion, he snaps the rat’s neck and dangles it from it’s tail. The limp body sways back and forth.
As I was saying, anyone one, even your best friend will stab ya in the back if he needs to. It wouldn’t be fair to just abandon ya on the street like this, and plus, I need some dinner. You gots just enough meat on your bones to keep me filled until that Macdonalds opens for breakfast. Still...
A tear appears near his eye.
You was a true friend. Stuck with me through thick un thin.
He slams his fist down on a jagged rock and leaves a deep wound. He drinks up the blood as it smears his face. He gets up, still dangling the limp rat carcass and walks away.
OOC: Ok just a quick debut RP. I'm still developing my character so expect a few changes. I wanted him to see educated in his own way, so i tried to develope his own way of speaking. Always I wanted to try and get across his hardcore, knows no limit atittude. Well please reply and give me some advice.
A smile creeps across his face as he slips out of his bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. He pets the rat and keeps talking.
Rats III here and I have been good buddies for a long, long time. Haven’t we Rats? And tonight he will help me teach my lesson. But lets save that for later. See, I’ve been invited to this Valor place. A man said I could make money doing what I do out here. Only there, making people bleed would be legal. So I figured why not? Where do I sign up buddy. First check bought this good ol bottle right here. Gots me a new apartment, still a $hit hole though. Thing is they don’t allow pets. Sorry Rats, can’t just leave ya by yourself.
With one quick motion, he snaps the rat’s neck and dangles it from it’s tail. The limp body sways back and forth.
As I was saying, anyone one, even your best friend will stab ya in the back if he needs to. It wouldn’t be fair to just abandon ya on the street like this, and plus, I need some dinner. You gots just enough meat on your bones to keep me filled until that Macdonalds opens for breakfast. Still...
A tear appears near his eye.
You was a true friend. Stuck with me through thick un thin.
He slams his fist down on a jagged rock and leaves a deep wound. He drinks up the blood as it smears his face. He gets up, still dangling the limp rat carcass and walks away.
OOC: Ok just a quick debut RP. I'm still developing my character so expect a few changes. I wanted him to see educated in his own way, so i tried to develope his own way of speaking. Always I wanted to try and get across his hardcore, knows no limit atittude. Well please reply and give me some advice.
