A lesson in the virtues of controlling one's temper...
Who Darc and Hermes
When Right after this conversation
Where The biodome
Summery Darc takes Hermes up on his offer to prove which one of them is ‘better’...
Ratings TBA
Warnings Probably language and some violence, I expect...
Darc’s hands were already clenched into fists at his sides as he entered the biodome; as promised, it really hadn’t been so very difficult to locate, given that they were all locked within a relatively small area, the majority of which was taken up by living quarters. If anything, this was part of the problem; the knowledge that he was trapped in this godforsaken place with no way out and nowhere to go was causing him to feel highly on edge, the limited interaction he’d had with the other ‘inmates’ only proving to heighten his feelings of unease...some of them more so than others. Engaging in some violent physical interaction seemed like exactly what he needed in order to release some of the redundant frustration that was rising inside him...he only hoped his ‘opponent’ turned out to be worthy of his attentions...
The half-breed drew to a stop as he entered the green area, suddenly realising that he had no idea who he was looking for - he hadn’t so much as bothered to ask for his ‘opponent’s’ name. Scowling to himself in irritation, he decided it was best to remain close to the entrance; that way he’d quickly be able to spot anyone who seemed as though they were looking out for him. Folding his arms over his wickedly scarred chest, ruby eyes narrowed with the pent-up anger he felt at finding himself forced into this unwanted situation, he kept his gaze focused on the doors, sincerely hoping that his ‘adversary’ would remain true to his word and wouldn’t back out of this little rendezvous.
((OOC: It's 01:20 here in England, so sorry if this is somewhat incoherent!!))
When Right after this conversation
Where The biodome
Summery Darc takes Hermes up on his offer to prove which one of them is ‘better’...
Ratings TBA
Warnings Probably language and some violence, I expect...
Darc’s hands were already clenched into fists at his sides as he entered the biodome; as promised, it really hadn’t been so very difficult to locate, given that they were all locked within a relatively small area, the majority of which was taken up by living quarters. If anything, this was part of the problem; the knowledge that he was trapped in this godforsaken place with no way out and nowhere to go was causing him to feel highly on edge, the limited interaction he’d had with the other ‘inmates’ only proving to heighten his feelings of unease...some of them more so than others. Engaging in some violent physical interaction seemed like exactly what he needed in order to release some of the redundant frustration that was rising inside him...he only hoped his ‘opponent’ turned out to be worthy of his attentions...
The half-breed drew to a stop as he entered the green area, suddenly realising that he had no idea who he was looking for - he hadn’t so much as bothered to ask for his ‘opponent’s’ name. Scowling to himself in irritation, he decided it was best to remain close to the entrance; that way he’d quickly be able to spot anyone who seemed as though they were looking out for him. Folding his arms over his wickedly scarred chest, ruby eyes narrowed with the pent-up anger he felt at finding himself forced into this unwanted situation, he kept his gaze focused on the doors, sincerely hoping that his ‘adversary’ would remain true to his word and wouldn’t back out of this little rendezvous.
((OOC: It's 01:20 here in England, so sorry if this is somewhat incoherent!!))