[ unfinished ] Arrival
Who: Haine Rammsteiner and YOU MAYBE!?
What: Haine arrives
Where: Just in front of the church
When: Late night, Midnight or so.
Rating: PG I'd guess, maybe more maybe less depending.
Open: Yes. Tagging anyone who's good with a gun, from the church or has some information or 'bargining' ability we shall say.
The slender figure dropped and landed firmly on the ground from what could have said looked like the sky to anyone passing by, though it probably looked like no where; a palm steadying his long fall's landing and head tilted up - you could only see a few meter's upward anyways. This place was dark sheathed in a thick grey fog it almost seemed. Reminded him of somewhere, somewhere real close to home and hell. This didn't look like any place he'd remembered but it was just so homely he almost felt sick. Either him or something else, whichever it was it left a foul taste in his mouth. Haine breathed in deeply, the stench of this place was overwhelming. A gloved hand rising beneath his nose as he slowly rose and looked around; so close to spilling last nights dinner all over the pavement it wasn't even funny. He felt a gag coming up but gathered his posture and clenched his gut enough to suppress if for the time.
Wherever he was he had a feeling he'd need to be on guard even more than before, this could just be the underground. After all, what was that Giovanni said? If this was anything to do with below though he wouldn't be shocked at Giovanni showing up any moment, he always had a taste for dragging out the inside and watching him squirm in his own destruction. It was his fault in the end; rather their fault but he caved every time. He'd try, he had tried to walk away time and time again but the ring slaved him to violence, Giovanni thought it was lethargy and the Cerberus though it was depression; surely it might have been a bit of both but what it came to was his will. Haine just refused to be their dog.
He slowly began walking, fingers ready to pull and shoot at anything remotely suspicious. He'd seen some shitty places, some real rundown slums and disgusting dwellings. In brute honesty, this place was nicer than some places he'd been to but there was something just not right - that church. That church was not like Bishops, Haine never believed in a god being he were what he were. Bishop sure knew as much as Haine did he was beyond redemption if a Lord existed but he stopped a good few feet away from the gates surrounding the church. Was its windows bleeding? And there was that noise again, wait - that was something different.
He rose his white Mauser, the chain connecting it to his side slicing through the silence that suddenly overcame what seemed like everything except for that certain sound. Whether it was his acute hearing or not that did this, he'd yet to say but he had no problem letting loose a few rounds just for good measure. If this was the underground than everyone here who was able to roam willingly deserved to die and if this was hell well, than everyone here already did. He kind of hoped it was Giovanni but he knew if it was these bullets would just cause decoration for the floor - wouldn't be likely to do a damn thing. Than what wasn't a little home welcoming without some confetti?
What: Haine arrives
Where: Just in front of the church
When: Late night, Midnight or so.
Rating: PG I'd guess, maybe more maybe less depending.
Open: Yes. Tagging anyone who's good with a gun, from the church or has some information or 'bargining' ability we shall say.
The slender figure dropped and landed firmly on the ground from what could have said looked like the sky to anyone passing by, though it probably looked like no where; a palm steadying his long fall's landing and head tilted up - you could only see a few meter's upward anyways. This place was dark sheathed in a thick grey fog it almost seemed. Reminded him of somewhere, somewhere real close to home and hell. This didn't look like any place he'd remembered but it was just so homely he almost felt sick. Either him or something else, whichever it was it left a foul taste in his mouth. Haine breathed in deeply, the stench of this place was overwhelming. A gloved hand rising beneath his nose as he slowly rose and looked around; so close to spilling last nights dinner all over the pavement it wasn't even funny. He felt a gag coming up but gathered his posture and clenched his gut enough to suppress if for the time.
Wherever he was he had a feeling he'd need to be on guard even more than before, this could just be the underground. After all, what was that Giovanni said? If this was anything to do with below though he wouldn't be shocked at Giovanni showing up any moment, he always had a taste for dragging out the inside and watching him squirm in his own destruction. It was his fault in the end; rather their fault but he caved every time. He'd try, he had tried to walk away time and time again but the ring slaved him to violence, Giovanni thought it was lethargy and the Cerberus though it was depression; surely it might have been a bit of both but what it came to was his will. Haine just refused to be their dog.
He slowly began walking, fingers ready to pull and shoot at anything remotely suspicious. He'd seen some shitty places, some real rundown slums and disgusting dwellings. In brute honesty, this place was nicer than some places he'd been to but there was something just not right - that church. That church was not like Bishops, Haine never believed in a god being he were what he were. Bishop sure knew as much as Haine did he was beyond redemption if a Lord existed but he stopped a good few feet away from the gates surrounding the church. Was its windows bleeding? And there was that noise again, wait - that was something different.
He rose his white Mauser, the chain connecting it to his side slicing through the silence that suddenly overcame what seemed like everything except for that certain sound. Whether it was his acute hearing or not that did this, he'd yet to say but he had no problem letting loose a few rounds just for good measure. If this was the underground than everyone here who was able to roam willingly deserved to die and if this was hell well, than everyone here already did. He kind of hoped it was Giovanni but he knew if it was these bullets would just cause decoration for the floor - wouldn't be likely to do a damn thing. Than what wasn't a little home welcoming without some confetti?