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WHO: Raven, Bullseye
WHERE: THE PARK
WHEN: Post-Crow fight most likely… late at night… WHEN NOBODY IS AROUND O_O
WARNINGS: Bullseye being an ass
SUMMARY: Bullseye tries to pull a fast one.
FORMAT: WHATEVER
The same place, a later time. The pain was there again, and while he was most certainly an overbearing masochist, doing without it was much better. It increased his drive more. The adrenaline rush only lasted song long. Despite his notoriety, Bullseye like anyone else, eventually became exhausted. It wasn’t JUST the pain from the fight though. No, he could handle that. He liked that. The medication. The fucking medication. When was this going to stop? It was like being in rehab for something you didn’t even like to begin with.
This time around, he was in full costume. It was torn in various spots, most of the rips and tears inked with blood from wounds. While some of them were in the process of healing, spots of blood and pus were still seeping from others, especially the gash on his face.
Now he waited. One hand rested on a post of the garden’s gazebo, using it to support his stance.
Dumb bitch. She really was gonna keep this up? He didn’t get it. Sure it was useful, but it was starting to piss him off. Especially because he had the slightest inkling it was all out of pity.
WHO: Raven, Bullseye
WHERE: THE PARK
WHEN: Post-Crow fight most likely… late at night… WHEN NOBODY IS AROUND O_O
WARNINGS: Bullseye being an ass
SUMMARY: Bullseye tries to pull a fast one.
FORMAT: WHATEVER
The same place, a later time. The pain was there again, and while he was most certainly an overbearing masochist, doing without it was much better. It increased his drive more. The adrenaline rush only lasted song long. Despite his notoriety, Bullseye like anyone else, eventually became exhausted. It wasn’t JUST the pain from the fight though. No, he could handle that. He liked that. The medication. The fucking medication. When was this going to stop? It was like being in rehab for something you didn’t even like to begin with.
This time around, he was in full costume. It was torn in various spots, most of the rips and tears inked with blood from wounds. While some of them were in the process of healing, spots of blood and pus were still seeping from others, especially the gash on his face.
Now he waited. One hand rested on a post of the garden’s gazebo, using it to support his stance.
Dumb bitch. She really was gonna keep this up? He didn’t get it. Sure it was useful, but it was starting to piss him off. Especially because he had the slightest inkling it was all out of pity.