RP: Killing Time
Characters: Fenrir Greyback
Date: 10 December 1999, Day
Location: Somewhere in London
Summary: Fenrir starts painting the town.
Status/Warning: Private/Hideous Murder
Completion: Complete
The endless snow filled streets made wandering about rather annoying and boring. Fenrir hated waiting, and just then a Muggle shoved into him. The idiot tried to pickpocket him.
Gripping the man's hand, he carried them both off the street and straight into a wall where he checked the man against hard brick. Fenrir shoulder rammed into the man's ribs, but there was no cracking sound. It was hard to get traction on the snow and get enough momentum for a move like that. Still holding onto the thief's hand, he turned it and bent it backwards on its owner. A cry of pain accompanied his fall to the snow, and suddenly the man realized he was fighting for more than his next meal. Fenrir twisted the man's arm so that all the muscles became extremely tight and forced his head into the pavement. Bending down over his victim, he took the man's head in his hands and snapped his neck.
Looking up, no one seemed to notice or care for the scuffle. Only a girl stood nearby, mouth open in a scream she couldn't quite force herself to voice. Greyback smiled at her, and she took off like a scared rabbit. Good girl.
Rummaging through the dead man's pockets, he found a few pounds and a switchblade. There was a half eaten sandwich in one of the pockets which earned the deceased an interesting funeral detail. After dragging the corpse into an alley, Fenrir noticed he was next to a rather large cathedral. He levitated the body a few hundred feet in the air and then let gravity impale Fenrir's latest victim on the cross mounted atop the steeple. Blood rained down on the people below, and suddenly there were a hundred witnesses to the masterwork of horror.
Date: 10 December 1999, Day
Location: Somewhere in London
Summary: Fenrir starts painting the town.
Status/Warning: Private/Hideous Murder
Completion: Complete
The endless snow filled streets made wandering about rather annoying and boring. Fenrir hated waiting, and just then a Muggle shoved into him. The idiot tried to pickpocket him.
Gripping the man's hand, he carried them both off the street and straight into a wall where he checked the man against hard brick. Fenrir shoulder rammed into the man's ribs, but there was no cracking sound. It was hard to get traction on the snow and get enough momentum for a move like that. Still holding onto the thief's hand, he turned it and bent it backwards on its owner. A cry of pain accompanied his fall to the snow, and suddenly the man realized he was fighting for more than his next meal. Fenrir twisted the man's arm so that all the muscles became extremely tight and forced his head into the pavement. Bending down over his victim, he took the man's head in his hands and snapped his neck.
Looking up, no one seemed to notice or care for the scuffle. Only a girl stood nearby, mouth open in a scream she couldn't quite force herself to voice. Greyback smiled at her, and she took off like a scared rabbit. Good girl.
Rummaging through the dead man's pockets, he found a few pounds and a switchblade. There was a half eaten sandwich in one of the pockets which earned the deceased an interesting funeral detail. After dragging the corpse into an alley, Fenrir noticed he was next to a rather large cathedral. He levitated the body a few hundred feet in the air and then let gravity impale Fenrir's latest victim on the cross mounted atop the steeple. Blood rained down on the people below, and suddenly there were a hundred witnesses to the masterwork of horror.