Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 2:02:33 GMT
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it's all annoying i want to go home |
@ashbee 698 words outfit music made by remi of rilla go! [attr="class","taka"]takahiro - others With the cries of the black birds soaring above, the crispy, but tender breath of the wind blowing softly in the morning haze, and the scorching sun showering down its beaming rays upon the already fiery and damaged grounds, the harsh environments and the unsteadiness beyond the streets is dangerous and cruel to those that wish to survive. Strange powers for the regular inhabits; transmutation on those unfortunate to avoid the Madman blast; the silent and unholy images of the dead littering the grounds and still ablazing smoke from building. These and more plague the poor city of Nootu and its victims, thus when to comes down to Hunter... THIS IS AWESOME! Crazy isn't it? Hunter was taught to distraught about the world governments and police (he had his run ins with the latter more than once), so after the bombing and an agreeable rescue is not going to happen for awhile, what why to celebrate the countless of upcoming murders by taking part of the countless of upcoming murders?! Hunter does wear a smile whenever he's out and about, but in clearance, with his spider mutation, now the hunter becomes the hunted from "Regulars" from being different. Because of this, Hunter's destination is either inside or at night where it's safe, but inside can become boring and at night he can barely see. Huh, it's kinda ironic. Very ironic. Either way, today with the wind is blowing, the sun is anew, and the flowers beginning to bloom for Spring, the gifted mutant couldn't pass out an opportunity to start a brand new life! With this mind intact, Hunter skip across town with an arsenal of stuff in his bag on his back, his legs just travel about where ever they pleases until he halt in his tracks for a bit for a refreshing cool beer. As he drink and step, his eyes take in on the sights of the city, scanning the once grand building and thinking how was the city before it fell into ruins. "I wonder what was this town like before shit went down," he said into himself, taking the last sip of liquor down his throat before tossing it aside. "I bet it was beautiful and peaceful; full of laughter and it was safe from the lack of me. What a waste." Hunter still continue his march through the city as he reach through his bag with a spare hand annnnnd.... Nothing. Lets try that again. Reach into the bag and grip a beer... Nothing. Wait, what?! Hunter pull of the leather bag that was "borrowed" from a raider and seek out that rare and sweet taste of sharp liquor, but nothing was to be hold in his hands, all six of them! "Where are they?! Where's my babies?! OH MY GOOOOOOD!!!" he bellow, howling as he throw his arms into the sky, hissing at the world at this demise and torture. Panic start to fill his body, clutching his bag close to his chest with a pair of hands while another help cradle him to calm down as he begin to pace back and forth mumbling to himself to ease his mind, but nothing come to aid him at his time in need. Hunter halt shortly then take a few deep and slow breath inside. "No! You can do this Hunter, you have survived a bomb, you can do this!" Ten minutes later. Hunter, now on the break of existential crisis, waddle in self pity as his arms was the only that's keeping him alive by digging the rest of his body down the road. His throat, soar and bitter, burns harshly as even a spit can't clear away the dryness on his tongue. "Why?! What haven't I done yet to deserve this?!!" As soon as he was about to face his fate, a sing appeared in front of him, a literally sign that is: Golden Skull Bar. Neat title. Even with its damaged surroundings, the place seem unharmed and untouched. So with that, Hunter leaps back into his feet and bolt face first into the glass window, not noticing the front door already missing. "Now then, time to get to work!" |
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