[unfinished] Oh the goodness of his soul is dying - boohoo
Who: Hidan and ________ <- fascinating name huh?
What: Since when has Hidan been predictable? Probably fighting, yelling and swearing, there will definately be swearing.
Where: Some alleyway
When: After Hidan's random break of slaughter heard in the fourth building.
Rating: Probably R?
Open: Yup
Blood dripped off the sharp edge of a pike driven right through his chest. He would be found on his knee's hurled over in a ball conveniently in the mid remains of what used to be a person of some sort. Pale naked skin of his upper half splattered in blood and other sorts of entrails pieced about, he'd decided to let the cloak go and he didn't really have much a problem with going about topless being he hardly cared about much just in general. White hair a mess and streaked red, slowly one hand came up from where it was - on his pendant - to slick it back again only adding more blood to the mixture. This fucker here had one hell of a death wish, he was just begging for it and oh when it came he cried, he screamed, he squealed and bled like a little fucking piggy and the pain ~ oooh the pain was glorious.
Another one gone and he still lived on. WOEWOEWOE. Oh his life, his motherfucking miserable life. It was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying but it was likely both as after a long while a heavy sighed ensued and slowly the pike was pulled from his chest muttering an "ouch man," to himself.
He stared down at the ground, shit he dropped his heart.
There was a long pause as he poked at it a bit and than broke into rather psychotic laughter. "GWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Motherfucker."
How fucking ironic. Well anyways, shoving it back in the wound slowly began to heal and he rose to his feet again dragging his scythe on the ground a bit before lifting it to lay on a shoulder.
"Wonder if he'll actually stay dead or not man, I mean if this is purgatory," he mused to himself, "or something like that."
Nevertheless he stopped turning his head over a shoulder, "blessed be asshole." and gave a salute before carrying on.
What: Since when has Hidan been predictable? Probably fighting, yelling and swearing, there will definately be swearing.
Where: Some alleyway
When: After Hidan's random break of slaughter heard in the fourth building.
Rating: Probably R?
Open: Yup
Blood dripped off the sharp edge of a pike driven right through his chest. He would be found on his knee's hurled over in a ball conveniently in the mid remains of what used to be a person of some sort. Pale naked skin of his upper half splattered in blood and other sorts of entrails pieced about, he'd decided to let the cloak go and he didn't really have much a problem with going about topless being he hardly cared about much just in general. White hair a mess and streaked red, slowly one hand came up from where it was - on his pendant - to slick it back again only adding more blood to the mixture. This fucker here had one hell of a death wish, he was just begging for it and oh when it came he cried, he screamed, he squealed and bled like a little fucking piggy and the pain ~ oooh the pain was glorious.
Another one gone and he still lived on. WOEWOEWOE. Oh his life, his motherfucking miserable life. It was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying but it was likely both as after a long while a heavy sighed ensued and slowly the pike was pulled from his chest muttering an "ouch man," to himself.
He stared down at the ground, shit he dropped his heart.
There was a long pause as he poked at it a bit and than broke into rather psychotic laughter. "GWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Motherfucker."
How fucking ironic. Well anyways, shoving it back in the wound slowly began to heal and he rose to his feet again dragging his scythe on the ground a bit before lifting it to lay on a shoulder.
"Wonder if he'll actually stay dead or not man, I mean if this is purgatory," he mused to himself, "or something like that."
Nevertheless he stopped turning his head over a shoulder, "blessed be asshole." and gave a salute before carrying on.