Post by DrunkTaterSalad on Dec 30, 2005 22:37:22 GMT -5
We are outside of a McDonalds. On a bench sits a long figures, a cermaic clown. A man in dirty, torn, brown cloths sits down and wraps his arm around a Mr. Ronald Mcdonald.
Clowns. Can’t stand the little f*ckers. Give me the creeps, they do. Always smiling like they got a huge stick up their asses. What the hell is so funny Doc? Huh? Whats your problem? The f*cker is staring, mocking me, grinning. Son of a...
He slams his fist into the clown’s face, reopening his stitched up hand. Blood covers his fist and he slams it again. Ronald’s nose is made red by more than just paint now.
Served him right. Mocking me like that. Clowns. Did I mentioned I hate clowns? Lookie here, what he made me do. The rat bastard made me bled. Look at him grinning at what he done. He thinks it’s funny I’m bleeding. Son of A...NO!. Doc says I should control my anger, save it for the ring. Ah but his jackass has it coming to him.
He rushs the cermaic statue and breaks the head off, it falls, scattering into thousands of peices. He continues to kick it and break it more until he hears screaming to stop. He turns and stares down the person.
You, you bossing me around? Think I’m some sort of retard? You looking for a fight buddy, cause I’m right here if ya are. Eh, you ain’t worth the trouble I’ll be going. Clown, this is just a preview of what will happen to you when you step in the ring with me.
OOC: Short rp, since I already missed the deadline.
Clowns. Can’t stand the little f*ckers. Give me the creeps, they do. Always smiling like they got a huge stick up their asses. What the hell is so funny Doc? Huh? Whats your problem? The f*cker is staring, mocking me, grinning. Son of a...
He slams his fist into the clown’s face, reopening his stitched up hand. Blood covers his fist and he slams it again. Ronald’s nose is made red by more than just paint now.
Served him right. Mocking me like that. Clowns. Did I mentioned I hate clowns? Lookie here, what he made me do. The rat bastard made me bled. Look at him grinning at what he done. He thinks it’s funny I’m bleeding. Son of A...NO!. Doc says I should control my anger, save it for the ring. Ah but his jackass has it coming to him.
He rushs the cermaic statue and breaks the head off, it falls, scattering into thousands of peices. He continues to kick it and break it more until he hears screaming to stop. He turns and stares down the person.
You, you bossing me around? Think I’m some sort of retard? You looking for a fight buddy, cause I’m right here if ya are. Eh, you ain’t worth the trouble I’ll be going. Clown, this is just a preview of what will happen to you when you step in the ring with me.
OOC: Short rp, since I already missed the deadline.
