[OPEN] I've done my sentence
Who: Gokudera Hayato and You!
What: Basically, it's him getting beaten up in an alley. Save him, join in the pummeling, have fun~
Where: Some random alley in Anatole
When: August 10. Night.
Format: Prose is preferred, but I'm not really too picky
Warning: dirty language
When Gokudera had first arrived in Anatole, the first thing on his mind was his boss' well-being. Considering the small don-to-be had no means of income, and Gokudera didn't want him to worry, he'd taken it upon himself to earn enough ivories to buy them the basics. It had been a tiring ordeal, working all night and coming home underpaid, with little food for himself, let alone both of them. It hadn't been until his sister had began renovations on an abandoned house, and started renting it out that he found a sanctuary as well. There was no purpose in working himself to the bone when his boss left, and after conversing with just the right people, found himself security in the Patrol. Helping out the mining crew by supplying safe amounts of explosives didn't hurt, either. He'd been able to leave on good terms.
The recent disappearances have him shaken up, and he's been wandering about, hoping to find the landlady when he ends up carrying himself accidentally to the pits. It's dark and by now, everyone should be hauling... but there are some slackers. Rage spikes up in him. Tired nights of hauling coal heavier than himself and barely earning enough reminds him that without the help of the large, STUPID brutes outside, there are probably some sad saps down struggling. He's yelling before he can stop himself.
"Oi! What the hell?! How is that fair, bastards?!"
"Oh? If it isn't Deary." One of the men, a tall grizzly-looking fellow steps forward, wearing nothing save a dirtied pair of shorts under his thick guts and sneers down at Gokudera. He has to take a few recoiling steps back so he won't be injured by the man's stench alone and returns the sneer with his own scowl. "Haven't seen you in a while~ What happened? Did that boss of yours take a liking to you?" A few chuckles accompany the retort and Gokudera snarls, trying not to start a fight there in the open.
"Why don't you guys quit sucking dick and go do your fucking job?" The teen bites back before narrowly avoiding a grab. His words easily have wiped the smirks from their dirtied faces, and they start on him, making Gokudera back up to keep himself guarded. A second of tension lingers in the air before he takes off with the largest man at his heels. When they know how much influence he has, how much his word will be taken over theirs, they can't let him go so easily.
"Get back here you little shit!!" One yells and Gokudera leads them to an alley. He assumes that if their goal is to surround him, the narrow paths will aid him in shaking and tripping them up with smoke. However, when he spares a glance back, there is one less man than was following him before. "-Shit!" He glances around, looking for something to climb, some means to escape before the member unaccounted for makes his appearance on the other side of the narrow stretch of brick wall and gravel.
"You shouldn't have ran away like that. We'll have to knock out every tooth in that pretty mouth to keep you quiet."
"If you can aim!" Gokudera takes a deep breath before ducking a punch and trying to run around his attacker. Unfortunately, he runs into another. The other two men don't seem to have much skill either and in this space, he's able to dodge and knock the man down to the ground with a few choice strikes to his mid-section. Once he's down, Gokudera is being lifted to the wall, held against it while a punch lands across his face. The teen kicks out, and it lands well enough for the man to relinquish his grip. He falls like a ragdoll to the ground, dust rising with the impact before his head is pulled backwards. "You won't say anything now, will you~?"
"Y-You hit like a girl..." Gokudera spits blood at the largest man and yells as he's struck, then slammed into the wall once more. They may be lacking skill, but the men make up for it in the muscle they've built in the mines. He can hardly call out for help or even insult them as his jaw is hit repeatedly, leaving him to growl in the back of his throat as the hand on his neck pushes.
What: Basically, it's him getting beaten up in an alley. Save him, join in the pummeling, have fun~
Where: Some random alley in Anatole
When: August 10. Night.
Format: Prose is preferred, but I'm not really too picky
Warning: dirty language
When Gokudera had first arrived in Anatole, the first thing on his mind was his boss' well-being. Considering the small don-to-be had no means of income, and Gokudera didn't want him to worry, he'd taken it upon himself to earn enough ivories to buy them the basics. It had been a tiring ordeal, working all night and coming home underpaid, with little food for himself, let alone both of them. It hadn't been until his sister had began renovations on an abandoned house, and started renting it out that he found a sanctuary as well. There was no purpose in working himself to the bone when his boss left, and after conversing with just the right people, found himself security in the Patrol. Helping out the mining crew by supplying safe amounts of explosives didn't hurt, either. He'd been able to leave on good terms.
The recent disappearances have him shaken up, and he's been wandering about, hoping to find the landlady when he ends up carrying himself accidentally to the pits. It's dark and by now, everyone should be hauling... but there are some slackers. Rage spikes up in him. Tired nights of hauling coal heavier than himself and barely earning enough reminds him that without the help of the large, STUPID brutes outside, there are probably some sad saps down struggling. He's yelling before he can stop himself.
"Oi! What the hell?! How is that fair, bastards?!"
"Oh? If it isn't Deary." One of the men, a tall grizzly-looking fellow steps forward, wearing nothing save a dirtied pair of shorts under his thick guts and sneers down at Gokudera. He has to take a few recoiling steps back so he won't be injured by the man's stench alone and returns the sneer with his own scowl. "Haven't seen you in a while~ What happened? Did that boss of yours take a liking to you?" A few chuckles accompany the retort and Gokudera snarls, trying not to start a fight there in the open.
"Why don't you guys quit sucking dick and go do your fucking job?" The teen bites back before narrowly avoiding a grab. His words easily have wiped the smirks from their dirtied faces, and they start on him, making Gokudera back up to keep himself guarded. A second of tension lingers in the air before he takes off with the largest man at his heels. When they know how much influence he has, how much his word will be taken over theirs, they can't let him go so easily.
"Get back here you little shit!!" One yells and Gokudera leads them to an alley. He assumes that if their goal is to surround him, the narrow paths will aid him in shaking and tripping them up with smoke. However, when he spares a glance back, there is one less man than was following him before. "-Shit!" He glances around, looking for something to climb, some means to escape before the member unaccounted for makes his appearance on the other side of the narrow stretch of brick wall and gravel.
"You shouldn't have ran away like that. We'll have to knock out every tooth in that pretty mouth to keep you quiet."
"If you can aim!" Gokudera takes a deep breath before ducking a punch and trying to run around his attacker. Unfortunately, he runs into another. The other two men don't seem to have much skill either and in this space, he's able to dodge and knock the man down to the ground with a few choice strikes to his mid-section. Once he's down, Gokudera is being lifted to the wall, held against it while a punch lands across his face. The teen kicks out, and it lands well enough for the man to relinquish his grip. He falls like a ragdoll to the ground, dust rising with the impact before his head is pulled backwards. "You won't say anything now, will you~?"
"Y-You hit like a girl..." Gokudera spits blood at the largest man and yells as he's struck, then slammed into the wall once more. They may be lacking skill, but the men make up for it in the muscle they've built in the mines. He can hardly call out for help or even insult them as his jaw is hit repeatedly, leaving him to growl in the back of his throat as the hand on his neck pushes.