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[yeehawkiller]

WHO: Severen, Randall, Abigail
WHAT: Severen having a temper tantrum. Nom nom nom
WHEN: Not soon after Severen's last post
WHERE: Fifth floor corridor
WARNINGS: Swearing, Vampireness

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[bunchasavages]

Of course, it had to be Randal, roaming the halls in search of some way to occupy himself. The library was a little dead lately, he couldn't call Dante, and aside from some snow on the deck, there wasn't much happening around here. Nothing worth making a video post, anyway.

It was a testament to Randal's lack of total common sense that, when he saw Severen come tearing out of his room like hell was chasing him, he raised his hand in greeting and said something that, upon later reflection, was probably "Sup" or something equally as idiotic to say to someone who looked like they wanted to murder your face. Randal's sense of self-preservation was not as well-developed as it ought to have been.

But hey, he and Severen were friends.

Sort of.

[yeehawkiller]

Severen didn't greet Randal. Instead he just stood with two feet apart in a wide stance, distributing the weight of his body equal down the middle. A wild flame of beating crazy flickered behind his eyes. Perhaps Randal saw this as he passed him in the corridor, it's not like Severen ever tried to hide his mood. Ever.

He let Randal walk past him. Severen's heart flipped in his chest and he could feel his mood lighten. An energy ran down to his toes and back up to his face which cracked into a feral smile. He thought; it was rude for Severen not to say hello ,wasn't it? Where were his southern manners?

It was a shame really. Severen thought the guy was alright. At least he was shaved.

In a beat the vampire had spun around and the leather of the belt was wrapped around Randal's neck.

"Howdy!" He crowed with venom and he tugged hard on the ends, dragging Randal into the nearby commonroom.

[bunchasavages]

Randal shrugged at Severen's apparent lack of manners; the guy looked like he needed a nap, so he was just going to leave him alone until the next time he found him having said nap in the library.

And then there was a belt around his neck. Randal clawed at it in fear, panicking and yelling as loudly as one can with a belt around their neck. He was almost lifted off his feet as he was dragged into the common room, and while a part of him thought about how Han would handle this, the rest of his mind was occupied with Dante's voice, asking him why the hell he'd come here to this stupid ship in the first place.

He finally formed the words, "Get offa me!"

They came out strangled and incoherent.

[yeehawkiller]

And those srtangled sounds were barely heard over the rauckus call Severen let out,

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW."

Subtlety. Not one of Severen's more better qualities.

"Gawrsh darn it, pardner!! I caught a good 120 pounder!" He hooted like who cowboy had just wrangled a bull to the dirt. CRASH. As the vampire dragged Randal into the room he backed into a disused table. Its heavy legs screeched against the floor as Severen cackled.

"Get em' while they be live an' kickin'!" He tugged hard on the leather. His regular preternatural strength had escaped him, but he still had enough grit to pull the slacker up off the floor and onto the table, slamming him back first onto the hard surface.

"Yeeeeewhoooo!!"