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Post by Hush on May 27, 2019 19:29:23 GMT
Timeline: After the start of Beyond the pale Concurrent with it towards the end.
Previous Threads: A personal Touch
Characters Involved: Hush, a 'few' criminals.
Location: A known criminal haven and watering spot.
The stench of humanity. Overwhelming yet insidiously sweet, carrying a harsh undertone of cruelty. The scent of sweat, tears, alcohol and god knows what other bodily fluids filling and offending his nostrils.
Why he had come to this place?, This disgusting bar, filled with the dregs of humanity? That was a question that many would be unable to ever find an answer to. For someone of his station and standing, it was almost unthinkable to be there. However, with a cruel smile crossing his lips as he continued his train of thought, the answer was so very simple.
Standing apart from all the other patrons, his fine suit of black and silver pinstripe a stark contrast to the denim and cotton attire of its frequenters. Striding past the masses of unkempt fools and making his way to the bar. He would be a fool to think he had gone unnoticed, but, the people here were unaware of just how much attention he was paying to them in turn.
Arriving at his destination, the wary folk keeping their distance as he finally deigned to speak, shattering the hushed silence that had befallen the would be tavern upon his entry.
"A drink..."
His request being met with a stunned confusion, the bartender unsure of how to take the man's demand. Turning to his bottles the beleaguered and balding gent reached forward to lift a bottle of rotgut only to be stopped as a single word quietly sounded in his ear.
"Absinthe."
Stooping without hesitation he retrieved a green bottle of jade liquid, setting it down together with a glass in front of the man confronting him. Taking little time in opening the bottle, before pouring the thick liquid into the glass and raising it as a toast.
"Ourselves..."
No sooner had the word parted his lips had the glass met them, quaffing back the drink in one motion before setting the glass down and refilling it. The regulars interest now piqued, some decided to approach him, all the while he listened to the clamor of voices in the background.
His observations being interrupted as a hand tapped firmly on his shoulder, turning to face the inebriated moron that had decided to touch him, he could see that the man was well beyond sobriety, his yellowed eyes belying a drinking problem, one that he was destined to make others around him suffer.
The unspeakable foulness of the man's breath and person repulsed him, even if they hadn't been drunk, he knew who this man was, he knew what this man was... if he could indeed be called a man.
Keeping his calmness, holding his tongue in check as he driveled on. The intoxicated attempts at communication and humor doing little to amuse him. But ultimately it took a single joke to get a response from his better.
"You know what's great about twenty-four year olds..? There's twenty of them."
The humor could have been looked past if it wasn't for the nature of this individual, there was no good men in this bar, but, the one he was currently dealing with was perhaps one of the worst examples of a man that he had encountered in a while.
"I used to know a man like you..." His decision to speak was not for the sake of others, nor an attempt at humor, but rather a caution to the man assaulting him with his profaneness, "I told him I knew how to turn a fruit into a vegetable... Then,” stopping as he turned to look at the man with a smile. ”I pushed him down a flight of stairs..."
Finishing the remnants of spirit contained within his glass before he erected himself, making back to the door to the rest of the world, watching and walking as he left, paying attention to every persons' location as he passed. A cacophony erupting behind him as people raised up from their seats and the bartender tailed him asking for payment.
Stopping as he stood facing the door, lowering his head for a moment as he took a long breath through his nose and reached into his breast pocket. Turning to face the keeper as he removed and pointed his firearm directly into the man's face, leaving the muzzle less than a foot away he watched as all hope drained from his eyes, all the while his expression remained cold and unmoved.
The loud thud of the body hitting the ground was mixed with the echo of the sidearm's report. A fine mist of pinks and red hung in the air where the man had once stood. A single thought crossing his mind while the body slumped limply to the earth.
'Eight'
As this thought passed he stepped forwards, lowering himself slightly and pointing the weapon at a man erecting himself from his chair to confront him, another squeeze and a shot rang out, the sound of metal exploding through flesh drowned out by the clamor of panic and aggression erupting through the room, shifting his weight to his left before releasing a round into a man on his right, paying no heed to aim at this distance,
placing the round squarely in their chest,
'Six'
Stepping forwards again, underneath a punch and jabbing his attacker in the throat with the gun's muzzle, waiting an instant for him to fall back and catch breath before guiding the pistol's aim to the man's face.
'Five'
Dropping to a knee and unloading another round into a individual foolish enough to step forwards into the fray, this time the round crashed through the stomach, tearing flesh and colliding with bone as it exited in a fog of viscera, catching him by the chin as the body fell, and placing a round through his forehead.
'Three'
Weaving right, his hand slid under himself as he rotated his chest to face where his back had been, releasing another round, catching a man in the neck, tearing out lumps of flesh as it expanded violently upon contact.
'Two'
An enormous pain took over his senses as he felt something heavy impact between his shoulders. Slumping forward while placing the firearm behind himself and releasing a pair of shots from the small of his back directly into the midsection of his attacker. The slide locking back in a jarring motion as the action came to a sudden stop on the catch.
Flicking his wrist hard, the magazine was discarded quickly enough for him to slap its replacement home, the slide stripping a round and driving it into battery with little hesitation. A man grasping his arm as he finished the action, driving the pistol downwards as he discharged a round, first into his chest, before twisting his arm free of the man’s grasp and placing one in his face.
'Six'
Catching a man as he stood to charge, holding him with an arm between neck and shoulder. Shooting another as they tried to rise before turning the weapon and his wrist towards the captured head, unloading into his temple.
'Four'
Stepping forwards again, unloading twice into two more than they approached, before ducking under a swing and tackling an assailant to the ground, pushing himself away and unleashing copper coated fury into the man's mind from mere inches away.
'Two'
Narrowly missing being struck with a chair, the wooden remnants scattered around him as he grasped a splintered wooden stump, standing up and shooting the man that had thrown it at him with little concern for his submissive posture. Turning and slamming the broken stump into the base of a man’s skull, watching in the corner of his eye as an individual tried to flee, placing a round in their back, square between the shoulders, almost fully separating head from body as it slammed forwards to the ground.
'Spent'
Slamming the weapon hard into a man's neck before dropping it as a knife narrowly missed the back of his own head, reaching upwards and catching the arm before pulling the elbow down hard over his shoulder until he felt a satisfyingly wet pop of bone breaking and sinew snapping.
Retrieving the knife as he pushed his back hard against the wounded attacker, erecting himself as he slammed the knife into the side if their neck, turning to confront another as the room devolved into a melee, finding himself somewhat surprised as people now fought amongst themselves at random.
Reaching out and grasping the knife from his previous victim, removing it and slamming it down atop a man's skull in a hammer blow. Turning as he heard a pair of gunshots ring out behind him, threading his arm inside and around the man with the weapon, tugging it forwards and pulling him into a headlock as he took the weapon into his custody.
Leaning over him and discharging two rounds into a man charging them with a bottle, before turning as he lifted the man in a headlock to his shoulder and dropping to his knee while pulling down on the top of the man's head.
Standing up as he felt a disgustingly sharp pain overtake him while a knife pierced into his lower back, turning and smashing the seized pistol across the man’s face, tearing flesh and skin before unthinkingly discharging rounds into the back of his skull. The slide now locked back, he tossed the weapon firmly at another's face, stepping forward and grasping a fistful of their hair then dragging the head down and bringing the point of his elbow to the base of their neck with all the strength he had, before indignantly releasing the body to the ground.
Dropping to the ground amid a cloud of alcohol and glass splinters after he was struck by a bottle. Finding himself disorientated for a moment, reaching out in front of himself for a weapon before standing up and driving a splintered stump through a man's arm as they tried to execute him with the discarded and empty pistol, dragging them forwards and down as he guided and removed the weapon from their grip. Pulling the timber out as they fell, and sinking it forcefully into the back of their head, the ragged length of wood now stained a deep crimson, accentuating it’s grained pattern.
Turning the pistol in his hand as he employed it as a striking tool, slamming it hard across the face of another attacker and redirecting to club another firmly on the side of the head. As the room fell quiet, he stepped forward from the carnage, removing and dropping the weapons slide before picking up the man that he had been conversing with earlier by the throat while he whimpered, Slamming the front end of the frame into his stomach a number of times, piercing and tearing flesh with each strike, dragging tattered threads into the wounds.
Stopping for a brief moment, hoping to see some spark of rebellion in the man’s gaze but instead finding self pity as he released gurgled whimpers, Disgusted he finally began plunging the blood greased and marred frame deep into the man's eye socket, his ocular erupting in a thick mix of blood and humor, coating the blued steel and dripping in aqueous glops from the trigger guard.
Releasing him to the floor as turned to fix his collar and straighten himself, taking the time to collect his brass and pour himself another drink. Lifting his arm and looking down at the knife planted in his flank with a dejected sigh, heavy with wistful disappointment, His jacket and shirt had been ruined in a moment of carelessness.
Reaching into his breast pocket, lifting out and unfolding a single hundred dollar bill, laying it flat on the bar before placing his upturned glass on top, taking care to place it in the exact centre, the wormwood spirit staining a light jade ring into the note, before lifting the bottle and exiting the bar turned battleground in his own time. A final memento placed underneath his tip…
(Made out of skin)
Previous Threads: A personal Touch
Characters Involved: Hush, a 'few' criminals.
Location: A known criminal haven and watering spot.
The stench of humanity. Overwhelming yet insidiously sweet, carrying a harsh undertone of cruelty. The scent of sweat, tears, alcohol and god knows what other bodily fluids filling and offending his nostrils.
Why he had come to this place?, This disgusting bar, filled with the dregs of humanity? That was a question that many would be unable to ever find an answer to. For someone of his station and standing, it was almost unthinkable to be there. However, with a cruel smile crossing his lips as he continued his train of thought, the answer was so very simple.
Standing apart from all the other patrons, his fine suit of black and silver pinstripe a stark contrast to the denim and cotton attire of its frequenters. Striding past the masses of unkempt fools and making his way to the bar. He would be a fool to think he had gone unnoticed, but, the people here were unaware of just how much attention he was paying to them in turn.
Arriving at his destination, the wary folk keeping their distance as he finally deigned to speak, shattering the hushed silence that had befallen the would be tavern upon his entry.
"A drink..."
His request being met with a stunned confusion, the bartender unsure of how to take the man's demand. Turning to his bottles the beleaguered and balding gent reached forward to lift a bottle of rotgut only to be stopped as a single word quietly sounded in his ear.
"Absinthe."
Stooping without hesitation he retrieved a green bottle of jade liquid, setting it down together with a glass in front of the man confronting him. Taking little time in opening the bottle, before pouring the thick liquid into the glass and raising it as a toast.
"Ourselves..."
No sooner had the word parted his lips had the glass met them, quaffing back the drink in one motion before setting the glass down and refilling it. The regulars interest now piqued, some decided to approach him, all the while he listened to the clamor of voices in the background.
His observations being interrupted as a hand tapped firmly on his shoulder, turning to face the inebriated moron that had decided to touch him, he could see that the man was well beyond sobriety, his yellowed eyes belying a drinking problem, one that he was destined to make others around him suffer.
The unspeakable foulness of the man's breath and person repulsed him, even if they hadn't been drunk, he knew who this man was, he knew what this man was... if he could indeed be called a man.
Keeping his calmness, holding his tongue in check as he driveled on. The intoxicated attempts at communication and humor doing little to amuse him. But ultimately it took a single joke to get a response from his better.
"You know what's great about twenty-four year olds..? There's twenty of them."
The humor could have been looked past if it wasn't for the nature of this individual, there was no good men in this bar, but, the one he was currently dealing with was perhaps one of the worst examples of a man that he had encountered in a while.
"I used to know a man like you..." His decision to speak was not for the sake of others, nor an attempt at humor, but rather a caution to the man assaulting him with his profaneness, "I told him I knew how to turn a fruit into a vegetable... Then,” stopping as he turned to look at the man with a smile. ”I pushed him down a flight of stairs..."
Finishing the remnants of spirit contained within his glass before he erected himself, making back to the door to the rest of the world, watching and walking as he left, paying attention to every persons' location as he passed. A cacophony erupting behind him as people raised up from their seats and the bartender tailed him asking for payment.
Stopping as he stood facing the door, lowering his head for a moment as he took a long breath through his nose and reached into his breast pocket. Turning to face the keeper as he removed and pointed his firearm directly into the man's face, leaving the muzzle less than a foot away he watched as all hope drained from his eyes, all the while his expression remained cold and unmoved.
The loud thud of the body hitting the ground was mixed with the echo of the sidearm's report. A fine mist of pinks and red hung in the air where the man had once stood. A single thought crossing his mind while the body slumped limply to the earth.
'Eight'
As this thought passed he stepped forwards, lowering himself slightly and pointing the weapon at a man erecting himself from his chair to confront him, another squeeze and a shot rang out, the sound of metal exploding through flesh drowned out by the clamor of panic and aggression erupting through the room, shifting his weight to his left before releasing a round into a man on his right, paying no heed to aim at this distance,
placing the round squarely in their chest,
'Six'
Stepping forwards again, underneath a punch and jabbing his attacker in the throat with the gun's muzzle, waiting an instant for him to fall back and catch breath before guiding the pistol's aim to the man's face.
'Five'
Dropping to a knee and unloading another round into a individual foolish enough to step forwards into the fray, this time the round crashed through the stomach, tearing flesh and colliding with bone as it exited in a fog of viscera, catching him by the chin as the body fell, and placing a round through his forehead.
'Three'
Weaving right, his hand slid under himself as he rotated his chest to face where his back had been, releasing another round, catching a man in the neck, tearing out lumps of flesh as it expanded violently upon contact.
'Two'
An enormous pain took over his senses as he felt something heavy impact between his shoulders. Slumping forward while placing the firearm behind himself and releasing a pair of shots from the small of his back directly into the midsection of his attacker. The slide locking back in a jarring motion as the action came to a sudden stop on the catch.
Flicking his wrist hard, the magazine was discarded quickly enough for him to slap its replacement home, the slide stripping a round and driving it into battery with little hesitation. A man grasping his arm as he finished the action, driving the pistol downwards as he discharged a round, first into his chest, before twisting his arm free of the man’s grasp and placing one in his face.
'Six'
Catching a man as he stood to charge, holding him with an arm between neck and shoulder. Shooting another as they tried to rise before turning the weapon and his wrist towards the captured head, unloading into his temple.
'Four'
Stepping forwards again, unloading twice into two more than they approached, before ducking under a swing and tackling an assailant to the ground, pushing himself away and unleashing copper coated fury into the man's mind from mere inches away.
'Two'
Narrowly missing being struck with a chair, the wooden remnants scattered around him as he grasped a splintered wooden stump, standing up and shooting the man that had thrown it at him with little concern for his submissive posture. Turning and slamming the broken stump into the base of a man’s skull, watching in the corner of his eye as an individual tried to flee, placing a round in their back, square between the shoulders, almost fully separating head from body as it slammed forwards to the ground.
'Spent'
Slamming the weapon hard into a man's neck before dropping it as a knife narrowly missed the back of his own head, reaching upwards and catching the arm before pulling the elbow down hard over his shoulder until he felt a satisfyingly wet pop of bone breaking and sinew snapping.
Retrieving the knife as he pushed his back hard against the wounded attacker, erecting himself as he slammed the knife into the side if their neck, turning to confront another as the room devolved into a melee, finding himself somewhat surprised as people now fought amongst themselves at random.
Reaching out and grasping the knife from his previous victim, removing it and slamming it down atop a man's skull in a hammer blow. Turning as he heard a pair of gunshots ring out behind him, threading his arm inside and around the man with the weapon, tugging it forwards and pulling him into a headlock as he took the weapon into his custody.
Leaning over him and discharging two rounds into a man charging them with a bottle, before turning as he lifted the man in a headlock to his shoulder and dropping to his knee while pulling down on the top of the man's head.
Standing up as he felt a disgustingly sharp pain overtake him while a knife pierced into his lower back, turning and smashing the seized pistol across the man’s face, tearing flesh and skin before unthinkingly discharging rounds into the back of his skull. The slide now locked back, he tossed the weapon firmly at another's face, stepping forward and grasping a fistful of their hair then dragging the head down and bringing the point of his elbow to the base of their neck with all the strength he had, before indignantly releasing the body to the ground.
Dropping to the ground amid a cloud of alcohol and glass splinters after he was struck by a bottle. Finding himself disorientated for a moment, reaching out in front of himself for a weapon before standing up and driving a splintered stump through a man's arm as they tried to execute him with the discarded and empty pistol, dragging them forwards and down as he guided and removed the weapon from their grip. Pulling the timber out as they fell, and sinking it forcefully into the back of their head, the ragged length of wood now stained a deep crimson, accentuating it’s grained pattern.
Turning the pistol in his hand as he employed it as a striking tool, slamming it hard across the face of another attacker and redirecting to club another firmly on the side of the head. As the room fell quiet, he stepped forward from the carnage, removing and dropping the weapons slide before picking up the man that he had been conversing with earlier by the throat while he whimpered, Slamming the front end of the frame into his stomach a number of times, piercing and tearing flesh with each strike, dragging tattered threads into the wounds.
Stopping for a brief moment, hoping to see some spark of rebellion in the man’s gaze but instead finding self pity as he released gurgled whimpers, Disgusted he finally began plunging the blood greased and marred frame deep into the man's eye socket, his ocular erupting in a thick mix of blood and humor, coating the blued steel and dripping in aqueous glops from the trigger guard.
Releasing him to the floor as turned to fix his collar and straighten himself, taking the time to collect his brass and pour himself another drink. Lifting his arm and looking down at the knife planted in his flank with a dejected sigh, heavy with wistful disappointment, His jacket and shirt had been ruined in a moment of carelessness.
Reaching into his breast pocket, lifting out and unfolding a single hundred dollar bill, laying it flat on the bar before placing his upturned glass on top, taking care to place it in the exact centre, the wormwood spirit staining a light jade ring into the note, before lifting the bottle and exiting the bar turned battleground in his own time. A final memento placed underneath his tip…
(Made out of skin)
