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Who: Ladd Russo, Caerula Sanguis
What: When the chain comes off, the fight begins!
Where: Northern District
When: Backdated to February 14
Warnings: Violence. And language, probably.
Notes: SYD I AM SO SORRY FOR MY SLOWNESS
"Are we done now? No, no -- are you done? Done running around like a damn loony? Are you?"
Ladd was not amused.
It wasn't often he was seen without a shiny white grin plastered menacingly all over his face. He had a way of channeling his negative emotions into further bloodlust most times, were he having a bad day. Now was not one of those times. No, Ladd was scowling, panting in his dark suit, slightly hunched over and tugging to undo his tie. Rarely was such a boastful character looking so very irritated and tired.
If one followed the pink chain tied around the metal limb resting on his leg, the source of his problems was easy to find - the tall and curvy white-haired woman who he'd been chained to for the day had decided to take him on a joy ride through the District. Ladd wasn't unathletic by any means, but he was a hitman, not a marathon runner!
Ironically, he really wanted a smoke right about now.
"What kind of jackass idea was that? You're kinda making me mad. You know - I liked you, Caerula - I liked you! But now I'm thinkin' that givin' a birdbrained dame like you a real serious and loving death isn't even worth it! A quick one sounds better!"
His tone was sour.
If he realized that the time for the chain to disappear was encroaching right on him, maybe he'd have been more excited.
What: When the chain comes off, the fight begins!
Where: Northern District
When: Backdated to February 14
Warnings: Violence. And language, probably.
Notes: SYD I AM SO SORRY FOR MY SLOWNESS
"Are we done now? No, no -- are you done? Done running around like a damn loony? Are you?"
Ladd was not amused.
It wasn't often he was seen without a shiny white grin plastered menacingly all over his face. He had a way of channeling his negative emotions into further bloodlust most times, were he having a bad day. Now was not one of those times. No, Ladd was scowling, panting in his dark suit, slightly hunched over and tugging to undo his tie. Rarely was such a boastful character looking so very irritated and tired.
If one followed the pink chain tied around the metal limb resting on his leg, the source of his problems was easy to find - the tall and curvy white-haired woman who he'd been chained to for the day had decided to take him on a joy ride through the District. Ladd wasn't unathletic by any means, but he was a hitman, not a marathon runner!
Ironically, he really wanted a smoke right about now.
"What kind of jackass idea was that? You're kinda making me mad. You know - I liked you, Caerula - I liked you! But now I'm thinkin' that givin' a birdbrained dame like you a real serious and loving death isn't even worth it! A quick one sounds better!"
His tone was sour.
If he realized that the time for the chain to disappear was encroaching right on him, maybe he'd have been more excited.