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Who: Ladd Russo (lancerusso) & Hallelujah Haptism (bloody_hymn).
When: RIGHT NOW.
Where: The Gym
Rating: Let's go with R.
Summary: Ladd and Hallelujah are going to beat each other up. That's really about it.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, and two bloodthirsty, sadistic gentlemen.
Two fights in... well.. it was probably a week, Hallelujah had no sense of time here. (Not that he ordinarily had that, being imaginary and all.) He was feeling fairly lucky. He had broken Lyle's arm, which had been excited and seemed to have no repercussions... and now this 'Ladd' fellow seemed up for an all-out fight. And with an all-out fight, he didn't have to restrain himself.
His lips curled up as he entered the gym, leaning back against one of the machines. Unlike Lyle, though, Ladd would probably not hesitate or hold back. But.. that made it fun.
...Allelujah was sure to be pissed, though. But that was only if he found out.
No... Ladd would attack him, and Hallelujah would drive him to the ground, tear out his esophagus or break the trachea, and then take all the time he needed to spill his entrails on the floor. The man laughed at the thought, planning it out in his mind. Perhaps he could even catch him off guard, beginning the fight as soon as the man entered the room.. He could slam his face into the wall, fingers wrapping into his hair as he just smashed the skull, over and over again, cracking the bones and bruising the tissue, letting the coppery red blood flow out onto the floor.. or maybe he could crack all of the man's fingers and rip out his eyes, letting him stagger around, blind and lost, before slowly ending his life...
"...Where the hell is he," Hallelujah murmured to himself, excitement and impatience rich in his voice. He wanted to start this now. He was excited.
When: RIGHT NOW.
Where: The Gym
Rating: Let's go with R.
Summary: Ladd and Hallelujah are going to beat each other up. That's really about it.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence, and two bloodthirsty, sadistic gentlemen.
Two fights in... well.. it was probably a week, Hallelujah had no sense of time here. (Not that he ordinarily had that, being imaginary and all.) He was feeling fairly lucky. He had broken Lyle's arm, which had been excited and seemed to have no repercussions... and now this 'Ladd' fellow seemed up for an all-out fight. And with an all-out fight, he didn't have to restrain himself.
His lips curled up as he entered the gym, leaning back against one of the machines. Unlike Lyle, though, Ladd would probably not hesitate or hold back. But.. that made it fun.
...Allelujah was sure to be pissed, though. But that was only if he found out.
No... Ladd would attack him, and Hallelujah would drive him to the ground, tear out his esophagus or break the trachea, and then take all the time he needed to spill his entrails on the floor. The man laughed at the thought, planning it out in his mind. Perhaps he could even catch him off guard, beginning the fight as soon as the man entered the room.. He could slam his face into the wall, fingers wrapping into his hair as he just smashed the skull, over and over again, cracking the bones and bruising the tissue, letting the coppery red blood flow out onto the floor.. or maybe he could crack all of the man's fingers and rip out his eyes, letting him stagger around, blind and lost, before slowly ending his life...
"...Where the hell is he," Hallelujah murmured to himself, excitement and impatience rich in his voice. He wanted to start this now. He was excited.