[thread] I have a confession or two
Who: Heine Rammsteiner [bulletdog], Mello [vicious_solace], Bishop [bishop_n_queens] [closed]
Where: The church
When: [13/01/2008] [9:43 PM]
What: Heine meets Mello and stuff happens as usual .
Rating: Probably R
The winter had been pretty cold. Things had been pretty quiet. He hadn't seen Beyond for a long while. He really didn't know what was going on. He hadn't seen Mello. Didn't really care. He hadn't gone to see Bishop. He hadn't had his medication. He didn't know if that mattered. He was just kind of around doing nothing really until he heard that there was a tournament around. He'd heard of a few names flying about too. Now that was something good to do. Especially because it was an underground tournament and he'd be happier than ever if someone actually killed him. Was he in? Hell yes he was.
Right now though the albino was heading towards the church. He stepped up to the stairs and looked upwards. This was where that kid was hung with his innards splayed down the stone. It had been over a year that whole thing, but he could smell it still. Gloved hands came to touch the stone. He'd be smelling a lot of that soon and it would be good. Oh, yes. It would be good.
Boots pivoted and pushed the doors open. It was almost just like that chapel back home, Heine concluded as he walked forward. He slowly walked down the middle between pews with no sight of Bishop around. Was he sleeping? A sound made him stop though in the middle of his walk and tip his head to the side.
. . .
Mello. The German smirked. It looked like he wasn't quite awake. Perfect. As quiet as he could footsteps made their way to the pew and sat right on his stomach. Leaning back on the bench he brought up his feet to cross boots on the top of the other pew's back.
Where: The church
When: [13/01/2008] [9:43 PM]
What: Heine meets Mello and stuff happens as usual .
Rating: Probably R
The winter had been pretty cold. Things had been pretty quiet. He hadn't seen Beyond for a long while. He really didn't know what was going on. He hadn't seen Mello. Didn't really care. He hadn't gone to see Bishop. He hadn't had his medication. He didn't know if that mattered. He was just kind of around doing nothing really until he heard that there was a tournament around. He'd heard of a few names flying about too. Now that was something good to do. Especially because it was an underground tournament and he'd be happier than ever if someone actually killed him. Was he in? Hell yes he was.
Right now though the albino was heading towards the church. He stepped up to the stairs and looked upwards. This was where that kid was hung with his innards splayed down the stone. It had been over a year that whole thing, but he could smell it still. Gloved hands came to touch the stone. He'd be smelling a lot of that soon and it would be good. Oh, yes. It would be good.
Boots pivoted and pushed the doors open. It was almost just like that chapel back home, Heine concluded as he walked forward. He slowly walked down the middle between pews with no sight of Bishop around. Was he sleeping? A sound made him stop though in the middle of his walk and tip his head to the side.
. . .
Mello. The German smirked. It looked like he wasn't quite awake. Perfect. As quiet as he could footsteps made their way to the pew and sat right on his stomach. Leaning back on the bench he brought up his feet to cross boots on the top of the other pew's back.