04 | LOCATION: CENTRAL | EXTRA TARGET PRACTICE | 3-2-1, WE'VE GOT THE BOMB
If Jet Star were around, he would have objected. And they probably would have listened to him.
If their little girl was around, she would have been all for it. But there was no way they'd go through with it when she might get hurt.
But they aren't here and that leaves Party Poison and Kobra Kid to their own dubious morals and, of course, the killjoy concept of fun. Party's had one hell of a time in Taxon--aliens, hamsters, FBI agents, Librarian dudes, nearly running over a girl, finding a superhero, fighting with Kobra on more than one occasion, the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W that may or may not be a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and instead someone that just looked like a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W...
Yeah, it was definitely time to destroy shit.
They'd swiped the obvious tools, which was basically just a whole lot of empty bottles from a few bars, a bed sheet, tape and gasoline. It wasn't that hard, it really wasn't. And after the majority of the morning was spent ripping the sheets up properly, they were ready to go.
Extras weren't people, was the redhead's realization. They were like draculoids, robots of some sort. And Party needed a release that wasn't just being a speed demon. From the way him and Kobra kid had been fighting since they got here, it was best they both do it. And maybe--just maybe--he resented the fact that he was here and was taking it out on them. It was a statement. It was just a really fun statement.
"Oldest first," he stated, setting fire to the first molotov cocktail. The two of them were on top of a relatively high building, and Party looked over the edge. Nope. No prisoners, it looked. Just Extras. Awesome.
"She said come on, come on, kiss my battery, come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world!" Because he was going to sing at the top of his lungs, especially while throwing the homemade (and well crafted) incendiary device to the people below. There was a crash, and then a woosh of flames. Party laughed for the first time in a while, tossing the lighter to Kobra.
((OOC: I know we've been swamping your flists lately, but I couldn't help it. Since there's currently Extras on fire and a whole lot of 'what the fuck' going on, it's open to anyone, anyway, any how. Feel free to either join in or tell the Killjoys off! The more the merrier. They are checking to make sure they don't hit anyone that looks like they're not an Extra, though.))
If their little girl was around, she would have been all for it. But there was no way they'd go through with it when she might get hurt.
But they aren't here and that leaves Party Poison and Kobra Kid to their own dubious morals and, of course, the killjoy concept of fun. Party's had one hell of a time in Taxon--aliens, hamsters, FBI agents, Librarian dudes, nearly running over a girl, finding a superhero, fighting with Kobra on more than one occasion, the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W that may or may not be a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and instead someone that just looked like a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W...
Yeah, it was definitely time to destroy shit.
They'd swiped the obvious tools, which was basically just a whole lot of empty bottles from a few bars, a bed sheet, tape and gasoline. It wasn't that hard, it really wasn't. And after the majority of the morning was spent ripping the sheets up properly, they were ready to go.
Extras weren't people, was the redhead's realization. They were like draculoids, robots of some sort. And Party needed a release that wasn't just being a speed demon. From the way him and Kobra kid had been fighting since they got here, it was best they both do it. And maybe--just maybe--he resented the fact that he was here and was taking it out on them. It was a statement. It was just a really fun statement.
"Oldest first," he stated, setting fire to the first molotov cocktail. The two of them were on top of a relatively high building, and Party looked over the edge. Nope. No prisoners, it looked. Just Extras. Awesome.
"She said come on, come on, kiss my battery, come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world!" Because he was going to sing at the top of his lungs, especially while throwing the homemade (and well crafted) incendiary device to the people below. There was a crash, and then a woosh of flames. Party laughed for the first time in a while, tossing the lighter to Kobra.
((OOC: I know we've been swamping your flists lately, but I couldn't help it. Since there's currently Extras on fire and a whole lot of 'what the fuck' going on, it's open to anyone, anyway, any how. Feel free to either join in or tell the Killjoys off! The more the merrier. They are checking to make sure they don't hit anyone that looks like they're not an Extra, though.))