Extermination gone wrong [Somewhat closed/complete]
WHO: Hiruma Youichi, Claire Bennet and possibly Jeff Andonuts
WHAT: Antrozous pallidus extermination with brooms and guns.
WHERE: Blonde Brigade's House
WHEN: Today? XD
Hiruma stood at the base of the ladder to the attic. The bats were asleep. They weren't scratching, as much.
In one hand, he held a broom. In the other, his carbine, in case any of them tried to start trouble. At his feet, a box filled with chunks of wood, wire screen and nails. He was like some sort of horrible demonic mix of a janitor, a guerilla and a carpenter.
So he clambered up the ladder, placing the gun and the broom on the floor of the attic before going back down for the stuff to patch the hole. He then climbed up himself and huffed. He hated attics, they were always so damn hot in the summer.
He didn't bother to flip on the light. This way, it was easier to see the hole where they were coming in. He found it, then quickly nailed it shut.
"Alright, where are those..." There. A small colony, maybe about 10 or 15. He opened the small, round window and grabbed up the broom, pretending to cock it like a gun. "Hasta la vista, fucking bats." He started wailing at the sleeping bats with his broom. The pale little bats squeaked their dissatisfaction and hissed a little, but did not hesitate to escape through the open window to get away from this broom wielding madman.
Hiruma grinned. Mission accomplished, and, like he had said, not a single one of them had to be touched.
He looked up into the crevice in the attic that they had been inhabiting. He'd have to clean it, who knows what kind of stuff they'd--
Wait, one more fluffball. Looking quite angry and baring its teeth. Its tiny teeth.
"Stupid bat, shoo!!" Hiruma yelled at it and waved his broom viciously. The bat did not waver, staring Hiruma down like a cowboy in a standoff. "ARGH! GET LOST!!!" He continued his verbal abuse, and the bat did not move, not even a millimeter.
"Fine. You're made me do this, fucking rodent," the boy immediately regretted not bringing gloves, but big deal. He had a slightly bad feeling about this, but before it registered, he'd already reached out.
The small creature promptly freaked out and lunged from it's perch on the wall and attached itself to Hiruma's hand. Hiruma let out a yell of rage, and not pain. "MOTHERFUCKING BAT!!" He shook his hand furiously and sent the small creature barreling into the ground. It managed to get back up and flap around the attic.
Hiruma was enraged. He grabbed the carbine and switched off the safety and began shooting wildly at the spasmatic creature. It eventually flew out the window like the others.
Gunfire was sure to attract Claire's attention.
WHAT: Antrozous pallidus extermination with brooms and guns.
WHERE: Blonde Brigade's House
WHEN: Today? XD
Hiruma stood at the base of the ladder to the attic. The bats were asleep. They weren't scratching, as much.
In one hand, he held a broom. In the other, his carbine, in case any of them tried to start trouble. At his feet, a box filled with chunks of wood, wire screen and nails. He was like some sort of horrible demonic mix of a janitor, a guerilla and a carpenter.
So he clambered up the ladder, placing the gun and the broom on the floor of the attic before going back down for the stuff to patch the hole. He then climbed up himself and huffed. He hated attics, they were always so damn hot in the summer.
He didn't bother to flip on the light. This way, it was easier to see the hole where they were coming in. He found it, then quickly nailed it shut.
"Alright, where are those..." There. A small colony, maybe about 10 or 15. He opened the small, round window and grabbed up the broom, pretending to cock it like a gun. "Hasta la vista, fucking bats." He started wailing at the sleeping bats with his broom. The pale little bats squeaked their dissatisfaction and hissed a little, but did not hesitate to escape through the open window to get away from this broom wielding madman.
Hiruma grinned. Mission accomplished, and, like he had said, not a single one of them had to be touched.
He looked up into the crevice in the attic that they had been inhabiting. He'd have to clean it, who knows what kind of stuff they'd--
Wait, one more fluffball. Looking quite angry and baring its teeth. Its tiny teeth.
"Stupid bat, shoo!!" Hiruma yelled at it and waved his broom viciously. The bat did not waver, staring Hiruma down like a cowboy in a standoff. "ARGH! GET LOST!!!" He continued his verbal abuse, and the bat did not move, not even a millimeter.
"Fine. You're made me do this, fucking rodent," the boy immediately regretted not bringing gloves, but big deal. He had a slightly bad feeling about this, but before it registered, he'd already reached out.
The small creature promptly freaked out and lunged from it's perch on the wall and attached itself to Hiruma's hand. Hiruma let out a yell of rage, and not pain. "MOTHERFUCKING BAT!!" He shook his hand furiously and sent the small creature barreling into the ground. It managed to get back up and flap around the attic.
Hiruma was enraged. He grabbed the carbine and switched off the safety and began shooting wildly at the spasmatic creature. It eventually flew out the window like the others.
Gunfire was sure to attract Claire's attention.