Re: The Second Chance (Round One: The Fitzpatrick Center)
07-25-2011, 11:12 PM
Upon arrival in this new location Greyve immediately collapsed to one knee. The last thing he remembered he had been in the backalleys of a lawless town known amongst it's inhabitants as Vice.
He had hung around these alleyways all morning, just waiting for some rube to wander down here, and he was getting impatient. He didn't need the guy's money, the cash to feed himself was a secondary concern to what Greyve wanted from whoever happened to be unlucky enough to cross his path. Eventually a dapper man in a top hat and black shirt with coattails and a cane happened down the dark alleyway. What an easy target, Greyve had to wonder how he had even made it through the gates of Vice without being descended upon by the myriad thugs that hung around in that district. But that was not something he cared about. Greyve let himself fall from the ledge upon which he had been perched, his fist flamming into the dirt floor, startling the man.
THIS WAS IT.
The man, to his credit, recovered quickly and pulled a sword from his cane. The two men circled one another, Greyve impatiently slamming his heavy guantlets together.
HE COULD FEEL IT COMING.
The man slashed experimentally towards him, a blow Greyve easily parried with one of his thick gauntlets. Immediately he swung forward knocking away the man's blade with his other gauntlet and then slamming into him with his whole body. Greyve stood over the downed man for a moment, savouring the build up of that delightful toxin.
HE WAS SO CLOSE.
His body trembled in anticipation, he raised a heavy fist and readied to slam it down on his prey. And then he was gone. Whisked away to this battle.
If he had been able to move or speak while being held in that room with those others he would have screamed and thrashed. To be so close to the high and to be denied it, it was so frustrating. Now, in the shop where he knelt he felt empty, drained of emotion and energy. And his need was still as potent as ever.
He stood up straight and examined his surroundings. It was all books, shelves and shelves of pointless boring books. He scrambled atop the nearest shelf and sat upon his haunches looking over the shop for someone to fight. Was this a good place to wait for someone to fight? Were there likely to be people he could ambush coming through here? Greyve could not imagine there would be, nobody worth fighting would be likely to wander into a library, and besideswhich the need was too strong. He was going to have to set out and find some prey to hunt, he couldn't wait for it to come to him.
He had hung around these alleyways all morning, just waiting for some rube to wander down here, and he was getting impatient. He didn't need the guy's money, the cash to feed himself was a secondary concern to what Greyve wanted from whoever happened to be unlucky enough to cross his path. Eventually a dapper man in a top hat and black shirt with coattails and a cane happened down the dark alleyway. What an easy target, Greyve had to wonder how he had even made it through the gates of Vice without being descended upon by the myriad thugs that hung around in that district. But that was not something he cared about. Greyve let himself fall from the ledge upon which he had been perched, his fist flamming into the dirt floor, startling the man.
THIS WAS IT.
The man, to his credit, recovered quickly and pulled a sword from his cane. The two men circled one another, Greyve impatiently slamming his heavy guantlets together.
HE COULD FEEL IT COMING.
The man slashed experimentally towards him, a blow Greyve easily parried with one of his thick gauntlets. Immediately he swung forward knocking away the man's blade with his other gauntlet and then slamming into him with his whole body. Greyve stood over the downed man for a moment, savouring the build up of that delightful toxin.
HE WAS SO CLOSE.
His body trembled in anticipation, he raised a heavy fist and readied to slam it down on his prey. And then he was gone. Whisked away to this battle.
If he had been able to move or speak while being held in that room with those others he would have screamed and thrashed. To be so close to the high and to be denied it, it was so frustrating. Now, in the shop where he knelt he felt empty, drained of emotion and energy. And his need was still as potent as ever.
He stood up straight and examined his surroundings. It was all books, shelves and shelves of pointless boring books. He scrambled atop the nearest shelf and sat upon his haunches looking over the shop for someone to fight. Was this a good place to wait for someone to fight? Were there likely to be people he could ambush coming through here? Greyve could not imagine there would be, nobody worth fighting would be likely to wander into a library, and besideswhich the need was too strong. He was going to have to set out and find some prey to hunt, he couldn't wait for it to come to him.
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Hang 'Em High | The Only Hope For Me Is You | Zero Percent | Early Sunsets Over Monroeville | DESTROYA | Demolition Lovers | To The End
Surrender The Night | Disenchanted | The Ghost Of You | Party Poison | Vampires Will Never Hurt You | The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You