Sudden, violent, and all over the place [open] « Thread Started on Dec 17, 2006, 10:19am »
Howl sat, legs crossed under him, near the fountain, his messy black hair dangling in his face and his (deceptively,) warm brown eyes reflecting the glint of the balisong he was holding in one hand and darkening with the flame of the lighter held in the other, precisely to stop that annoying glint. The black lump on his shoulder shifted and chattered, gnashing its long, yellowed teeth as it slipped into Howl’s loose, yellowing shirt. Howl ignored the rat and pulled the blade of his butterfly knife from the heat, examining the blackened metal carefully, letting the flame go out and pocketing the lighter (for now, it’d be out in another moment to light up a cigarette,) and closing the knife. He felt tired (not surprising; hadn’t slept for days,) and bored. Lately, nothing much had happened in the vicinity of the Wildcats and that was starting to bug him – the lack of sudden, violent, and all-over-the-place occurrence were an itch he’d have to scratch sooner or later if he didn’t want to hurt his own tribe. Not that he had half the morals required to care who it was he was fighting, but he didn’t want to have Az-fucking-real on his back for killing one of the commoner or Omega (that Serefly girl, recently demoted from hunter?) or somesuch.
“F.uck, Sofa, get out of there,” Howl cursed, dropping the cigarette he’d been lighting to pull his pet rat out of his sleeve by the tail. It squeaked and he sighed, offering it his cigarette – it declined and crawled back up to his shoulder, hunkering down under his hair.
Yeah, Azreal. That guy was a piece of work. If Howl liked violence and needed an adrenaline high to get to sleep at night, the Wildcat’s leader lived up to his namesake’s legacy without even trying. Azreal was the name of the angel of death, Howl seemed to remember, although there was every chance he was getting scripture mixed up again. He knew more about the genetic makeup of an Okapi than he did about religion.
Sofa nibbled at Howl’s hair and he threatened the rat with his now lit cigarette. The black rodent stopped chewing Howl’s hair.
King of Castle Smoke [Fires always burning in Ghenna] = Lucifer - lord of mercy but only by association, because Cigarettes never kill (without a cause. Her death was cause enough).
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Re: Sudden, violent, and all over the place [open] « Reply #1 on Dec 17, 2006, 2:03pm »
Whistling usually wasn't a pasttime taken on Wildcat turf - or, indeed, anywhere within New Pork, really. It tended to alert people (or simply 'things', which wasn't much better, particularly as Käthe didn't like rats) that didn't like to be disturbed to your presence, which tended to be a no-no, and tended to get idiots killed. Of course, she did like fighting, and rats could possibly be fun to squish....
Truth be told, Käthe was restless, reckless, and itching to do something. She hadn't had a real fight on her hands since those idiot Rats had come on to Wildcat territory, claiming that they were "just passing through" and other pointless crap like that. Well, terrifying them had been fun, she would admit quickly enough. But that had been weeks ago. She wanted something to do now.
Hands in the pockets of her - rather dirty - pair of jeans, the hunter was wandering aimlessly about Central Park, searching for some source of entertainment. Too bad they didn't have any prisoners at the moment, as that would have been quite an easy place to travel to. Apparently, she'd have to use her own 'wit', as one of her teacher's probably would have said, where they here and would she have listened to them even if they were.
As her gaze moved up, scanning the trees, she caught sight of a boy by the fountain talking to something - a rat, maybe? She paused for a half second, eyes narrowing, immediately wary upon sight of another human being - any human being. The girl relaxed infestimally upon sight of his fase paint (his Wildcat status meant she could trust him a little more than the random passerby), but 'tense' was still written in every line of her body.
This feeling didn't stop her from approaching, however, though she didn't offer him any sort of smile upon approaching. Instead, she watched him silently for a second or two, before giving the other cat a nod. "'Afternoon."
Re: Sudden, violent, and all over the place [open] « Reply #2 on Dec 17, 2006, 2:19pm »
Howl heard the other ‘cat coming but ignored her, preferring to lean back against the cool stone of the fountain and kill himself slowly (death by nicotine,) with the smoke clouding around his face. He swallowed a lungful of smoke, breathing it out again through his nose. The stinking fog shifted in the cool afternoon breeze, billowing like a macabre halo around Howl’s commoner-facepainted head. When the girl (hunter, of all the damnable luck – he could kill her,) spoke, he finally decided to look up, feeling Sofa King shift on his shoulder to accommodate the movement.
“Afternoon,” he replied, echoing her questionable greeting. By rights he should have gotten up, perhaps, but he wasn’t in the mood. By rights he should have gotten up and thumped her for something to do, but she was a Hunter and he wasn’t. Sniffing, (and almost choking on smoke,) he leant his head back against the rim of the fountain.
King of Castle Smoke [Fires always burning in Ghenna] = Lucifer - lord of mercy but only by association, because Cigarettes never kill (without a cause. Her death was cause enough).
Joined: Jul 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 38 Location: In my socks. Karma: 2
Re: Sudden, violent, and all over the place [open] « Reply #3 on Dec 19, 2006, 9:33am »
'Smoke?'
She hesitated a moment at his question, then shook her head no. She had smoked before, of course - even before she'd ever made it to New Pork, though her parents probably wouldn't be too happy if they ever figured that out. Not that she planned to ever see them, of course...She was far too caught up in the past as it was. That sure wouldn't help.
The hunter didn't even notice Howl's lack of appreciation for her rank, leaning back against a tree as she watched him still, a wary expression on her face. She didn't bother to hide it, knowing that it was something almost expected in this dark place. Käthe nearly said something, tried to start up a proper conversation - but no. It would be kind of pointless, then, wouldn't it? After all, it'd only stop a few sentences in...
[Ugh >< Excuse the crappy post - my muse has died.]
Re: Sudden, violent, and all over the place [open] « Reply #4 on Dec 22, 2006, 5:01pm »
“Suit yourself,” Howl muttered, rubbing at his pierced eyebrow with the heel of his hand. Some people were just crazy – it was polite to offer someone a smoke, what with them running out, and everything, and he’d gotten was half a shake of a head? No thanks for offering? Howl smiled to himself, exhaling another cloud of deep grey smoke into the cooling air. The Wildcats just weren’t polite, he supposed – you had to join the pansy tribe (Cigarettes; how’d the hell they end up names after something so tuff when they were so pathetic, anyway?).
Howl rose. Lean, but with broad shoulders, he stood taller than she did. He stretched, cigarette dangling (look, no hands,) from his mouth as he used both hands to transfer Sofa King to the massive pockets of his baggy black jeans.
“Kill you slower than Pork will,” the wildcat commoner said, taking a pull from the cigarette before pulling it from his mouth and breathing a billow of smoke.
King of Castle Smoke [Fires always burning in Ghenna] = Lucifer - lord of mercy but only by association, because Cigarettes never kill (without a cause. Her death was cause enough).
Joined: Jul 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 38 Location: In my socks. Karma: 2
Re: Sudden, violent, and all over the place [open] « Reply #5 on Feb 6, 2007, 6:55am »
[...only a month and a half late. >>]
Käthe shrugged, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "Unless New Pork doesn't get you at all. Say, luck's on your side." From the tone imbued in her voice, it was easy to see that the hunter didn't actually believe this, but was instead saying it simply for something to say. Of course, if luck's actually on your side, you probably wouldn't've gotten here in the first place.
She didn't even know why she'd said that. So many random actions had sprung out of her since she'd first come here so many months ago. The girl wasn't exactly sure she liked having the impuslive side of her dredged up from wherever it had been hiding itself - but what could you do?
A small, ironic smile spread across her lips for no real reason, except that she hadn't been smiling enough recently and it was a fun way to weird people out. Or for no reason at all, which was equally likely. Whatever - did she really need to analyze every single freaking move she made? That was fine when you did it to other people (especially when you annoyed them and got them pissed off; that was always fun) but analyzing yourself and thus pissing yourself off was just stupid.
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