Temper Tantrum [OPEN/ACTIVE]
Characters: Kuroki Koji deathblows and whoever else wants to bother him, once again! ( not-so-surprise guest appearance by his trusty metal bat )
Content: Kuroki goes stomping around town to blow off some steam.
Setting: Probably around the center city and stuff.
Time: AFTERNOONGET.
Warnings: Kuroki being pissy, probably kicking sum ass, getting more pissy, depending on who replies.
"GRAHHH!!" Kuroki's voice escalated as he swung his arms down, cracking into the side of some dipshit-loser's ribs, grinning like a mad-man when he heard the satisfying sound of bones breaking under his skin. He wasn't angry enough to start bashing the asshole's head in--that was only sufficient punishment for someone who had the audacity to call him a girl--but he did give the jerk a kick to the side, grinding the heel of his shoe into his solar plexus when he tried to roll onto his back.
"See, that's what you get, douchebag," Kuroki sneered, edging forward on his leg and applying pressure to the jerk's chest, "You should be polite to your elders, yeah? None of those bullshit faces.." he rubbed at his cheek, the spot where the guy managed to whack him one pretty good. "Though I'm sure this'll bruise. I'll give that to ya'." He laughed a little, his eyes panning down over the damage he had created.
The kid's face was bloody, his nose was definitely broken, and of course his ribs were broken, on the left side somewhere. And there was blood everywhere.
Kuroki twitched. The smell was getting stronger and stronger and he swore he could almost feel his pupils dilating. He took a step back, the end of the metal bat dragging along the pavement of the backalley momentarily before he started moving away faster and finally turned around completely.
Shit, that was bad, Kuroki thought bitterly as he tried to focus on something else instead of the scent of blood. It was making him sick but also hungry and twitchy and he needed some kind of distraction to prevent him from just lunging at some sucker and ripping his face off.
There was an arcade around here somewhere, right? Or so he thought, anyway. Maybe he had imagined it. But, hell, an arcade would be a Godsend at this point; video games were always a good outlet for him.
He walked around the town square, ignoring the stares he got from some of the others that were commuting as well, and looked around.
Content: Kuroki goes stomping around town to blow off some steam.
Setting: Probably around the center city and stuff.
Time: AFTERNOONGET.
Warnings: Kuroki being pissy, probably kicking sum ass, getting more pissy, depending on who replies.
"GRAHHH!!" Kuroki's voice escalated as he swung his arms down, cracking into the side of some dipshit-loser's ribs, grinning like a mad-man when he heard the satisfying sound of bones breaking under his skin. He wasn't angry enough to start bashing the asshole's head in--that was only sufficient punishment for someone who had the audacity to call him a girl--but he did give the jerk a kick to the side, grinding the heel of his shoe into his solar plexus when he tried to roll onto his back.
"See, that's what you get, douchebag," Kuroki sneered, edging forward on his leg and applying pressure to the jerk's chest, "You should be polite to your elders, yeah? None of those bullshit faces.." he rubbed at his cheek, the spot where the guy managed to whack him one pretty good. "Though I'm sure this'll bruise. I'll give that to ya'." He laughed a little, his eyes panning down over the damage he had created.
The kid's face was bloody, his nose was definitely broken, and of course his ribs were broken, on the left side somewhere. And there was blood everywhere.
Kuroki twitched. The smell was getting stronger and stronger and he swore he could almost feel his pupils dilating. He took a step back, the end of the metal bat dragging along the pavement of the backalley momentarily before he started moving away faster and finally turned around completely.
Shit, that was bad, Kuroki thought bitterly as he tried to focus on something else instead of the scent of blood. It was making him sick but also hungry and twitchy and he needed some kind of distraction to prevent him from just lunging at some sucker and ripping his face off.
There was an arcade around here somewhere, right? Or so he thought, anyway. Maybe he had imagined it. But, hell, an arcade would be a Godsend at this point; video games were always a good outlet for him.
He walked around the town square, ignoring the stares he got from some of the others that were commuting as well, and looked around.