Enter a different L.
A hit to one of the rabid humans that had invaded his territory on palms island. L resorts to his basic training he had learned sending a series of blows to the undead humans that surround him each blow deadly and accurate as he jabs a knife into the frontal portion of the zombies. Retrieving the knife as quickly as it plunges into his enemy to repeat this action with the other creatures that dare get to close to him. A roundhouse kick with a bladed shoe sends the head of one zombie into the salt water of his front ocean view hut.
"Anymore..." He more demands than asks.. holding his machete at his waist he listens for the grunts of the undead lunatics. Not hearing anything he assumes he is safe. Turning on his heels he heads up the stairs of his home brushing blood off of his torn jeans shreds on the left leg show well toned legs from enough years of practice at this game he had been thrown into. His once white shirt now stained in blood at the hem torn at the right side of his waist. Sleeve torn down to his wrist L snaps that off in irritation sending the annoying fabric falling to the sand covered porch. It had been close to five six years since he had arrived on this island. the basic training had been easy for him since he knew capoeria well.
Pulling off the bloodied white shirt tossing it to the floor to retrieve a new shirt replacing the old one with haste. Didn't know how long that pervert Beyond or Greed would be out. As Lawliet pokes his head through his shirt he notes something is amiss. Something was a high amiss.. this wasn't his loft room he was once inside. No.. it was different it was a mansion. Dead dark eyes scan the foyer of the mansion elegant staircase in front of him.
Pulling the two kamas from their hiding place from the back belt loops of his jeans he holds them defensively not knowing where he is.. if this was some trick from palms island once more that unleashed the flesh eating fiends upon him. "Beyond.. you better not be playing tricks on me again.."
ooc: Welcome a zombie killer L, he is from the game Palms island. (game is under hiatus for a while. owner is too busy. but feel free to converse with this guy.
"Anymore..." He more demands than asks.. holding his machete at his waist he listens for the grunts of the undead lunatics. Not hearing anything he assumes he is safe. Turning on his heels he heads up the stairs of his home brushing blood off of his torn jeans shreds on the left leg show well toned legs from enough years of practice at this game he had been thrown into. His once white shirt now stained in blood at the hem torn at the right side of his waist. Sleeve torn down to his wrist L snaps that off in irritation sending the annoying fabric falling to the sand covered porch. It had been close to five six years since he had arrived on this island. the basic training had been easy for him since he knew capoeria well.
Pulling off the bloodied white shirt tossing it to the floor to retrieve a new shirt replacing the old one with haste. Didn't know how long that pervert Beyond or Greed would be out. As Lawliet pokes his head through his shirt he notes something is amiss. Something was a high amiss.. this wasn't his loft room he was once inside. No.. it was different it was a mansion. Dead dark eyes scan the foyer of the mansion elegant staircase in front of him.
Pulling the two kamas from their hiding place from the back belt loops of his jeans he holds them defensively not knowing where he is.. if this was some trick from palms island once more that unleashed the flesh eating fiends upon him. "Beyond.. you better not be playing tricks on me again.."
ooc: Welcome a zombie killer L, he is from the game Palms island. (game is under hiatus for a while. owner is too busy. but feel free to converse with this guy.