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WHO: Arthas, Nicki and Tirion
WHAT: Prelude to violence
WHERE: Around the barge
WHEN: Late night, Jan 11th
WARNINGS: With Nicki and Arthas? I couldn’t imagine why xD
It didn’t matter what Tony said, he was too nice, too sweet. He didn’t understand why Killing was fun to play. In a way, Nicki was glad. It took a certain type of person to enjoy the game, and he never wanted Tony to have to be it. And Nicki understood the consequences more then he showed, and he accepted them in a way that only made sense to him.
These were the things he going through his head as he searched the barge for the only other person that would play with him. He had on Tony’s clothes -far too tight jeans, and a plaid dress shirt- he didn’t seem too aware of the cold-, and a candy cane hanging out of his mouth. He had a pile more in his pocket.
Nicki’s mood was falling back and forth between excited, and very angry. Any time he thought of his clown being taken away, the first person he’d truly adored on the ship, he wanted to kill things. The scarred and garishly painted smile calmed him down substantially, and they took it. Like a terrible visualization of the insanity in his head. Not against him, but laughing with him.
And they took something that made Arthas happy. Or as close as he could get to that emotion. He wasn’t Arthas’ biggest fan, but it struck a chord. But they just kept took without understanding the consequences of it. There was much more then games afoot, he knew, but he just kept on.
Where was Arthas anyways? Nicki had been wandering for a full ten minutes by now. Patience was not one of his virtues.
WHAT: Prelude to violence
WHERE: Around the barge
WHEN: Late night, Jan 11th
WARNINGS: With Nicki and Arthas? I couldn’t imagine why xD
It didn’t matter what Tony said, he was too nice, too sweet. He didn’t understand why Killing was fun to play. In a way, Nicki was glad. It took a certain type of person to enjoy the game, and he never wanted Tony to have to be it. And Nicki understood the consequences more then he showed, and he accepted them in a way that only made sense to him.
These were the things he going through his head as he searched the barge for the only other person that would play with him. He had on Tony’s clothes -far too tight jeans, and a plaid dress shirt- he didn’t seem too aware of the cold-, and a candy cane hanging out of his mouth. He had a pile more in his pocket.
Nicki’s mood was falling back and forth between excited, and very angry. Any time he thought of his clown being taken away, the first person he’d truly adored on the ship, he wanted to kill things. The scarred and garishly painted smile calmed him down substantially, and they took it. Like a terrible visualization of the insanity in his head. Not against him, but laughing with him.
And they took something that made Arthas happy. Or as close as he could get to that emotion. He wasn’t Arthas’ biggest fan, but it struck a chord. But they just kept took without understanding the consequences of it. There was much more then games afoot, he knew, but he just kept on.
Where was Arthas anyways? Nicki had been wandering for a full ten minutes by now. Patience was not one of his virtues.