everyone can say what they wanna say
Who: by_your_leave, frankengambler
When: Backdated to 02/08/11.
Where: Outside a convenience store in Sector 4.
Summary: Kaiji is fired and doesn't take it very well. In fact, he takes it out on his ex-boss' car. Needless to say he's not too pleased about this and calls the police.
Warnings: Probably none except for language on Kaiji's end and GBH on an automobile but I'll add them if I need to.
[Funny how something so small can be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Hell, he’d even been anticipating it for a while; the guy never liked him and he would’ve jumped on any excuse to fire his ass. But why did it have to be now? He’d left without a word, walked right back out the door and not looked back once but inside, all he could think of was how sick he was of this place. Sick of being more helpless than ever. Of rotting at the bottom of the food-chain. Of all this trivial bullshit- you’re ten minutes late, smile for God’s sake, tuck your shirt in, cut your damn hair- when someone he considered a friend was dead. No, not dead. Viciously, horribly killed.
Fuck that.
Kaiji knows which car belongs to his boss- it’s cheap as hell but that’s not what’s important here. He works silently at first, slashing the tires, keying paintwork but it’s not working. Before he knows it, all of his frustration bubbles up and-] Piece of shit-! [He kicks the door hard, leaving a dent and then does the same again and again. His foot’s numb by the time he’s done but his blood’s boiling.]
Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch-! [This time it’s a window he goes for and it smashes easily with the help of a brick.
The manager’s yelling through the window that he’s already called the cops but he doesn’t care. He barely even hears him over the sound of breaking glass and his foot meeting metal over and over.]