I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
Who: ☣ Giovanni Rammsteiner and you? [OPEN]
When: ☣ Almost 9pm
Where: ☣ Back ally underground car park
Summary: ☣ He's been hanging around, watching this place for a while. Witnessed a pretty nasty fight and is now looking for more entertainment.
Warnings: ☣ Blood? bad hair guns? umm.. Gio should come with his own warning idek
"Evil is fleeting, where as evil does not flee, it envelops you, becomes forever intertwined in the processes of your mind, inbetween the purity of your soul. Never leaveing, never appearing, only plagueing, those who are infected will spread onto others. Each and every soul is determined to be infectious." The voice called out in an oddly pleased sounding tone, the face the voice belonged to was currently obscured by large, bug-eye'd amber glasses. A gun was used to scratch the side of his head, just behind his right ear and a phone was pressed to the other.
It was hard to tell if he was talking to the person on the other end of the phone, or if he was simply rambling on as he overlooked the carnage left behind, in the wake of what looked to be, a brutal bare knuckle fist fight. A man, severely beaten and bruised, mostly around the facial area, lay spread eagle upon the cold and bloody asphalt. He could have been the one that beat the gentleman, or he could have just been watching, maybe hung around after to see if the guy was gonna pull through, or die from his wounds, or chocking on his own blood.
When: ☣ Almost 9pm
Where: ☣ Back ally underground car park
Summary: ☣ He's been hanging around, watching this place for a while. Witnessed a pretty nasty fight and is now looking for more entertainment.
Warnings: ☣ Blood? bad hair guns? umm.. Gio should come with his own warning idek
"Evil is fleeting, where as evil does not flee, it envelops you, becomes forever intertwined in the processes of your mind, inbetween the purity of your soul. Never leaveing, never appearing, only plagueing, those who are infected will spread onto others. Each and every soul is determined to be infectious." The voice called out in an oddly pleased sounding tone, the face the voice belonged to was currently obscured by large, bug-eye'd amber glasses. A gun was used to scratch the side of his head, just behind his right ear and a phone was pressed to the other.
It was hard to tell if he was talking to the person on the other end of the phone, or if he was simply rambling on as he overlooked the carnage left behind, in the wake of what looked to be, a brutal bare knuckle fist fight. A man, severely beaten and bruised, mostly around the facial area, lay spread eagle upon the cold and bloody asphalt. He could have been the one that beat the gentleman, or he could have just been watching, maybe hung around after to see if the guy was gonna pull through, or die from his wounds, or chocking on his own blood.