Fight Club II
The last time Sirius had done this, his reasoning had been wholly selfish. Admiration for Palahniuk's concept aside, he'd wanted to go mad, had been desperate to curl his fingers into fists and actually use them, had wanted to draw and taste blood and be primal. He'd needed it, then.
This time, the reasoning has shifted and the location is different, but when he steps into the circle the same electric anticipation is there, jolting through him and waking the part of him that will never be comfortable with nor understand polite society. Sometimes the only way to make sense of the world is to tear it apart.
"LISTEN UP!" he calls, voice carrying over and then silencing the chatter. His grin is predatory as he surveys the group and continues. "The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club…"
[OOC: Please see this post before tagging in.]
This time, the reasoning has shifted and the location is different, but when he steps into the circle the same electric anticipation is there, jolting through him and waking the part of him that will never be comfortable with nor understand polite society. Sometimes the only way to make sense of the world is to tear it apart.
"LISTEN UP!" he calls, voice carrying over and then silencing the chatter. His grin is predatory as he surveys the group and continues. "The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club…"
[OOC: Please see this post before tagging in.]