[dinoplot 3: faith]
Trevor was pretty sure that if he had a hammer it would somehow find itself lodged in Faith's skull. Perhaps not on purpose, but at least he could accidently chuck it at her head just for the satisfying 'crack!' it would make. Instead, he just had to think of soothing things, like setting the interior of a Jewish lawyers car on fire, or maybe smashing in shop windows. Nice enjoyable calming things, because while there was the slightest part of him that almost found Faith's mental underhanded dirtiness enjoyable, the rest really just wanted the bitch to hit her head on a rock and die.
As it was, he was a bit annoyed. While the direction she had picked has indeed opened up a bit, it also for some reason seemed darker. The trees got bigger, the shadows cast were thicker and longer, and annoying screeching arse monkey were watching them from the trees and occasionally screaming at them.
Fuckers.
His shoulders went up like the hackles of a dog when he thought he heard movment, and he stopped, turning and glaring around as he grit his teeth and balled his hands into white knuckled fists as sweat trickled down the sides of his skull and down his neck from the humidity.
"Oi, did you hear something?"
As it was, he was a bit annoyed. While the direction she had picked has indeed opened up a bit, it also for some reason seemed darker. The trees got bigger, the shadows cast were thicker and longer, and annoying screeching arse monkey were watching them from the trees and occasionally screaming at them.
Fuckers.
His shoulders went up like the hackles of a dog when he thought he heard movment, and he stopped, turning and glaring around as he grit his teeth and balled his hands into white knuckled fists as sweat trickled down the sides of his skull and down his neck from the humidity.
"Oi, did you hear something?"