Eyes Meet Across a Crowded Street
WHO: Sabretooth and Mortis
WHERE: Streets of the City
WHEN: Thursday morning, June 10.
WARNINGS: Mortis and Sabretooth are there. AKA: Violence, foul language, sexual innuendo, gruesome NPC death. Probably all of those in every paragraph throughout the log. And what's messed up is I'm only exaggerating a little.
SUMMARY: Victor is just walking around minding his own business when he witnesses a horrendous crime! And he's totally into it.
FORMAT: Paragraphs?
Sabretooth usually woke up whenever the sun saw fit to wake his ass up. He'd been sleeping better, despite not having a regular bed, ever since this whole mess with the HIVE started. The X-Men were out in LA being "heroes," as were most of the other wannabes that usually gunked up this stupid City. It's not so much that he wanted to go around getting away with crimes... just that he wanted to be. Walk around. Speak his mind. Sleep soundly. All those little things that people took for granted when they didn't have to deal with an insatiable lust for hunting and destroying their enemies. Stuff like that.
He knew it wouldn't last before his stomach turned and his nose started bringing him deeper onto the bad side of things. Major was out of jail. That could be fun. Until the next craving or the next show-boating spandex-lover trying to carve a reputation out of Sabretooth's weathered ass, he'd just take it one day at a time.
WHERE: Streets of the City
WHEN: Thursday morning, June 10.
WARNINGS: Mortis and Sabretooth are there. AKA: Violence, foul language, sexual innuendo, gruesome NPC death. Probably all of those in every paragraph throughout the log. And what's messed up is I'm only exaggerating a little.
SUMMARY: Victor is just walking around minding his own business when he witnesses a horrendous crime! And he's totally into it.
FORMAT: Paragraphs?
Sabretooth usually woke up whenever the sun saw fit to wake his ass up. He'd been sleeping better, despite not having a regular bed, ever since this whole mess with the HIVE started. The X-Men were out in LA being "heroes," as were most of the other wannabes that usually gunked up this stupid City. It's not so much that he wanted to go around getting away with crimes... just that he wanted to be. Walk around. Speak his mind. Sleep soundly. All those little things that people took for granted when they didn't have to deal with an insatiable lust for hunting and destroying their enemies. Stuff like that.
He knew it wouldn't last before his stomach turned and his nose started bringing him deeper onto the bad side of things. Major was out of jail. That could be fun. Until the next craving or the next show-boating spandex-lover trying to carve a reputation out of Sabretooth's weathered ass, he'd just take it one day at a time.