Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jul 3, 2010 8:09:31 GMT -5
YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!
...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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It was perfect.
A boat, and it seemed to stand there for hours, beckoning for the hopeless souls that were doomed to trap this island. They thought it would be their savior, their ticket home to wherever, just away from here. The sharp-toothed smile on his face seemed to cross from ear to ear; he knew it wasn't going to pick up them, and ride off into the sunset to some shitty fairy tale ending where they'd live happily ever after and continue their pathetic existence, oblivious that this island ever even existed.
They all stared, eyes widened like a deer in the headlights, as their dream came to a halt at the shore, the shrill sound of the rusty metal as it collapsep in on itself music to his ears. It was fucking hilarious, just watching them stare at it, their hopes splattered across the waterline as if to taunt them further. Of course, it didn't take long for them to realize that it was filled with things they might need, deciding it's best to keep a strong stomachs and scavenge what they needed to survive.
"Fucking vultures.", he growled as he saw them swarm over it, loooking like ants, frantically grabbing what they could before anyone else could. But he didn't care about the nature of what they were doing; hell, he revelled in it, his sin spreading across the clans like the flu, just jumping from one person to the next. But what was troubling him was that these filthy rats are getting it first, and getting it plentiful. Hell if I'll have that, he hissed to himself.
It didn't take long to find what he needed. The metal was light to him, though it may be because it was him who was blessed with that exact element. He through the limp, brine-scented corpses about, trying to locate something good, something that he knew everyone else would want, and they'd be at his mercy to get it. "I can't even believe I didn't think of it immediantly.", he chuckled, a joint between his lips, lovat smoke lofting it's way up towards Ivory's skies.
It struck him like lightning, practically tearing his skeleton from his skin. It was obvious; like an elephant in the room. He ran his hand over the dampened, saltwater-soaked rugs that lay beneath him. His hand skated across the bits of rubble and lost jewelry, swiftly taking his hand back, to the sight of his ebony blood flowing down his middle finger. His human form shed there, his pupils dissappearing and spindly, jagged teeth pushing past the human ones, his skin turning that sickly shade of pistachio. His hand dived back under it, wrapping around the glass base, bringing it to his blank eyes. A syringe, the smallest amount of rotten looking green-yellow liquid in it, the rest of it polluting his system.
He looked further, scoring every part of the ship for drugs of any kind, weed, heroine, cocaine, meth, ecstacy, LSD, DMX, PCP, painkillers, Benadryl, Tylenol, hell, even cough syrup and mushrooms; whatever he could find, he took it, swiftly cleaning out the cabinets of their contents. Is this what christmas feels like?, he snickered to himself, giddy as he imagined them at his will, his sweet greediness satisfied.
He looked, and looked for more, but it seemed as if he had cleaned the place out completly, checking twice. A sigh escaped his lips, as he got ready to leave, tripping over something disguised by a jacket. A scowl formed on his face, as he threw the cloth off. A rack of vials, powder running up to the brim, the slightest pink tint to them. Eyes widened, he shakily gripped one of the beakers, wafting the smell his way - he'd never actually seen it, or thought someone would be stupid enough to carry some with them. Either way, he'd just hit jackpot, the ultimate addictive. A smile on his face, he raced off with all of it, encased in his big burlap sack.
"Anyways, long story short, I decided the base of operations should be here, since, well...as you can see, it's not exactly a tourist attraction.", Shane scowled, ignoring the musk that lifted up from the swamp, as he held a spoon of hazel liquid above a flame, syringe in other hand. "...and while this island is pretty "lawless", I found this shit, fair and square. And I'd rather not have any competition. Not that I can't handle it.", he laughed, as he sucked up the liquid into the device, placing the cap on the needle before it can poke his hand. "Not that it is any of your fucking business.", he hissed, lifting up the goggles that protected his regular eyes just moment before, now the pupils absent and white as milk.
"Are you going to buy something or what?!", he stings at you, venom in his voice. You'd be smart to answer him, and do it quickly.
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CAN'T YOU SEE ME NOW, I'M POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!
...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
- - - - - - - - -
It was perfect.
A boat, and it seemed to stand there for hours, beckoning for the hopeless souls that were doomed to trap this island. They thought it would be their savior, their ticket home to wherever, just away from here. The sharp-toothed smile on his face seemed to cross from ear to ear; he knew it wasn't going to pick up them, and ride off into the sunset to some shitty fairy tale ending where they'd live happily ever after and continue their pathetic existence, oblivious that this island ever even existed.
They all stared, eyes widened like a deer in the headlights, as their dream came to a halt at the shore, the shrill sound of the rusty metal as it collapsep in on itself music to his ears. It was fucking hilarious, just watching them stare at it, their hopes splattered across the waterline as if to taunt them further. Of course, it didn't take long for them to realize that it was filled with things they might need, deciding it's best to keep a strong stomachs and scavenge what they needed to survive.
"Fucking vultures.", he growled as he saw them swarm over it, loooking like ants, frantically grabbing what they could before anyone else could. But he didn't care about the nature of what they were doing; hell, he revelled in it, his sin spreading across the clans like the flu, just jumping from one person to the next. But what was troubling him was that these filthy rats are getting it first, and getting it plentiful. Hell if I'll have that, he hissed to himself.
It didn't take long to find what he needed. The metal was light to him, though it may be because it was him who was blessed with that exact element. He through the limp, brine-scented corpses about, trying to locate something good, something that he knew everyone else would want, and they'd be at his mercy to get it. "I can't even believe I didn't think of it immediantly.", he chuckled, a joint between his lips, lovat smoke lofting it's way up towards Ivory's skies.
It struck him like lightning, practically tearing his skeleton from his skin. It was obvious; like an elephant in the room. He ran his hand over the dampened, saltwater-soaked rugs that lay beneath him. His hand skated across the bits of rubble and lost jewelry, swiftly taking his hand back, to the sight of his ebony blood flowing down his middle finger. His human form shed there, his pupils dissappearing and spindly, jagged teeth pushing past the human ones, his skin turning that sickly shade of pistachio. His hand dived back under it, wrapping around the glass base, bringing it to his blank eyes. A syringe, the smallest amount of rotten looking green-yellow liquid in it, the rest of it polluting his system.
He looked further, scoring every part of the ship for drugs of any kind, weed, heroine, cocaine, meth, ecstacy, LSD, DMX, PCP, painkillers, Benadryl, Tylenol, hell, even cough syrup and mushrooms; whatever he could find, he took it, swiftly cleaning out the cabinets of their contents. Is this what christmas feels like?, he snickered to himself, giddy as he imagined them at his will, his sweet greediness satisfied.
He looked, and looked for more, but it seemed as if he had cleaned the place out completly, checking twice. A sigh escaped his lips, as he got ready to leave, tripping over something disguised by a jacket. A scowl formed on his face, as he threw the cloth off. A rack of vials, powder running up to the brim, the slightest pink tint to them. Eyes widened, he shakily gripped one of the beakers, wafting the smell his way - he'd never actually seen it, or thought someone would be stupid enough to carry some with them. Either way, he'd just hit jackpot, the ultimate addictive. A smile on his face, he raced off with all of it, encased in his big burlap sack.
"Anyways, long story short, I decided the base of operations should be here, since, well...as you can see, it's not exactly a tourist attraction.", Shane scowled, ignoring the musk that lifted up from the swamp, as he held a spoon of hazel liquid above a flame, syringe in other hand. "...and while this island is pretty "lawless", I found this shit, fair and square. And I'd rather not have any competition. Not that I can't handle it.", he laughed, as he sucked up the liquid into the device, placing the cap on the needle before it can poke his hand. "Not that it is any of your fucking business.", he hissed, lifting up the goggles that protected his regular eyes just moment before, now the pupils absent and white as milk.
"Are you going to buy something or what?!", he stings at you, venom in his voice. You'd be smart to answer him, and do it quickly.
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CAN'T YOU SEE ME NOW, I'M POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR !!!
TAG. everybody!
WORDS. 830.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. THE RAT - walkmen
NOTES. drugs, yay?
CREDITS. made by karma!
