for mayfield_rpg - the villain has arrived~
A. (Normal prompt~ At work!)
[Welp. Ladd Russo's got a meat cleaver that is extremely covered in blood. Too much blood in fact. Even when he steps towards the counter he's holding it like he's about to pound something.] Hey! Get you anything? Or you just curious about what goes into the sausage? Cuz, I don't like to brag or anything, but my secret ingredient has a [Snnnnrk.] killer twist to it!
B. (Event prompt~ Careful What you Wish For)
[Ladd got something for christmas. And he's wishing it was coal.]
No... WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS TO MY - my poor Lua? So sweet, so gentle...
SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE! I WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL HER! SHE WAS MINE!
[... he's staring at you now. Squinted eyes. He pulls the head of his dead wife from the present box.]
... you know anything about this?
C. (Battle prompt~)
[Oh shit Ladd Russo looks very happy. You better run, he's coming after you and he's got nothing but his fists!]
TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!
D. (Prose prompt~)
The man's suit is white, and it emphasized the blood tenfold. The splatters of blood weren't large, just little dots converging on deep little lines. The thing that really stood out was the frequency of the splatter... in that there was splatter pretty much all over the coat, and the pants were painted in a thick red coat. Of course, no one in their right mind would be focusing on the man's suit. Their eyes would be drawn right to the gun in his hands, a thick shotgun that was even more stained with blood than the suit. In fact... no, the gun wouldn't be the primary focus because any sane person would be staring at the four corpses found on the floor. Or maybe that smirk on his lips as he lifts the gun up, seemingly pleased with his work.
The scene was quite gruesome to say the least.
A door shut suddenly. The man lifted his gaze. Someone or something had just closed a door. At first the man was confused. He was sure he killed everyone in the room! Was it possible that someone survived? Or maybe... it was someone new?
His grip on his shotgun tightens.
"What's this? A new pig for me to slaughter?"
A grin crosses Ladd Russo's pale lips. Oh, he could only hope it was a rich, fat man with a smug smirk. All the others had expected Ladd to kill them, had pleaded him not too and this left a very hollow feeling in his chest. Not because they had families, oh certainly not. If it were up to Ladd, he'd send their families straight to hell with their mafioso husbands. No, it was the fact that they saw it coming, and that was no fun! No excitement, no irony, no compassion! It did nothing for Ladd! Oh, but a man who thought he was out of death's reach? A mafioso bastard with an inflated ego who couldn't possibly imagine anyone ever killing them? It was making Ladd excited just thinking about it~! He spun on his heel and called his visitor out.
"Looks like you went to the wrong place at the wrong time pal," his grin widened. "Such a shame~! Why don'cha just come out like a good little sheepy and I might consider making your death quick and painless? Huh? That sound good?"
He paused for emphasis, tapping his foot. "Yahknow, you should be proud! I don't offer this to just anyone! Normally I'd just drill the closet with enough bullets to kill a room full of elephants! But I'm feeling generous... 'Course, said generosity depends on whether you come out or not~! Cuz if you try to hide or otherwise escape... " the shotgun made a loud clank as Russo reloaded, "Well, I'll make you wish you weren't such a yellow-bellied coward! The choice is really up to you pal, and I ain't giving you the whole day to decide!"
Ladd Russo liked to do two things - talk and kill. Lord forbid he was going to a lot of both when his murder gauge was up.
[Welp. Ladd Russo's got a meat cleaver that is extremely covered in blood. Too much blood in fact. Even when he steps towards the counter he's holding it like he's about to pound something.] Hey! Get you anything? Or you just curious about what goes into the sausage? Cuz, I don't like to brag or anything, but my secret ingredient has a [Snnnnrk.] killer twist to it!
B. (Event prompt~ Careful What you Wish For)
[Ladd got something for christmas. And he's wishing it was coal.]
No... WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS TO MY - my poor Lua? So sweet, so gentle...
SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE! I WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL HER! SHE WAS MINE!
[... he's staring at you now. Squinted eyes. He pulls the head of his dead wife from the present box.]
... you know anything about this?
C. (Battle prompt~)
[Oh shit Ladd Russo looks very happy. You better run, he's coming after you and he's got nothing but his fists!]
TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!
D. (Prose prompt~)
The man's suit is white, and it emphasized the blood tenfold. The splatters of blood weren't large, just little dots converging on deep little lines. The thing that really stood out was the frequency of the splatter... in that there was splatter pretty much all over the coat, and the pants were painted in a thick red coat. Of course, no one in their right mind would be focusing on the man's suit. Their eyes would be drawn right to the gun in his hands, a thick shotgun that was even more stained with blood than the suit. In fact... no, the gun wouldn't be the primary focus because any sane person would be staring at the four corpses found on the floor. Or maybe that smirk on his lips as he lifts the gun up, seemingly pleased with his work.
The scene was quite gruesome to say the least.
A door shut suddenly. The man lifted his gaze. Someone or something had just closed a door. At first the man was confused. He was sure he killed everyone in the room! Was it possible that someone survived? Or maybe... it was someone new?
His grip on his shotgun tightens.
"What's this? A new pig for me to slaughter?"
A grin crosses Ladd Russo's pale lips. Oh, he could only hope it was a rich, fat man with a smug smirk. All the others had expected Ladd to kill them, had pleaded him not too and this left a very hollow feeling in his chest. Not because they had families, oh certainly not. If it were up to Ladd, he'd send their families straight to hell with their mafioso husbands. No, it was the fact that they saw it coming, and that was no fun! No excitement, no irony, no compassion! It did nothing for Ladd! Oh, but a man who thought he was out of death's reach? A mafioso bastard with an inflated ego who couldn't possibly imagine anyone ever killing them? It was making Ladd excited just thinking about it~! He spun on his heel and called his visitor out.
"Looks like you went to the wrong place at the wrong time pal," his grin widened. "Such a shame~! Why don'cha just come out like a good little sheepy and I might consider making your death quick and painless? Huh? That sound good?"
He paused for emphasis, tapping his foot. "Yahknow, you should be proud! I don't offer this to just anyone! Normally I'd just drill the closet with enough bullets to kill a room full of elephants! But I'm feeling generous... 'Course, said generosity depends on whether you come out or not~! Cuz if you try to hide or otherwise escape... " the shotgun made a loud clank as Russo reloaded, "Well, I'll make you wish you weren't such a yellow-bellied coward! The choice is really up to you pal, and I ain't giving you the whole day to decide!"
Ladd Russo liked to do two things - talk and kill. Lord forbid he was going to a lot of both when his murder gauge was up.