S'up? I got A5 and B6~!dorcha_radharcMarch 18 2012, 17:00:34 UTC
[ Walking slowly across the field drenched in the blood of a few of those who had got in his way. The tall dark haired one was not in his right mind, in fact his violet eyes were a bit bugged out as he stalked across the way towards the other. Did he know this guy probably not.
However the voice going in the back of the normally friendly one was chanting 'kill,kill,kill...' over and over again. The bloody butchers knife was lifted in the air as he started to run at the other.]
fine by me, dude :3smilescanlieMarch 18 2012, 17:10:20 UTC
[when this whole crazy mess had started, Matt had retreated within his mind. Alternating between bad dream, fucked up tripping on roofies he couldn't remember taking or got slipped... and the comforting thought that he hadn't taken the kids along with him when this started. He had a key in his hand he didn't know which car it belonged to. His arms were streaked with blood, most not even his own.
It was just him left. The roads were empty, the night pitch. Oddly, he was calm. Waiting for the damn punchline. Nice guys finish last, Matt. That's what they say.
When he focuses enough to hear the swish of the knife slicing through the air, it's too late - he turns and balks. His body starting back, legs stumbling. His only weapon, the key. And what good would it do?
He swung it, forgetting the hand he had it in. Intending for a punch but he swiped against his attacker's cheek with the curving metal object, crying out --]
[ AS the metal swept across his cheek blood started to gush out of the wound in true classic movie style. Too much blood. He staggered backwards the knife falling from his hands as his hands went up to grab his cheek the pain almost enough to snap him out of it...but the echoing in his head returned.
The knife was on the ground closer to the other as Harvey started to stalk forward again the wound seeming to be closing up. Go on bro, pick up the knife. It'll be over soon.]
[scrambling back on the sidewalk, Matt felt his body dip as it met the hard, cold wet of the road. It didn't matter, no cars. But he couldn't quite manage to get up, his eyes flitting down to the dropped knife. He might grab it up - but there's no way he -- no, no. Even that was... an accident. He hadn't mean to hurt him --]
Ah - ahh... [shit. Shit! What -- could he do? He had to get up, run -- but -]
mun is such a pansy at hurting others.dorcha_radharcMarch 18 2012, 17:40:13 UTC
[ Harvey moved forward at the other, in a slow yet seemed quick pace almost Micheal Myers like. It was then that a bullet came from no where slamming into his chest sending him backwards, some kind of dart sticking out as a red headed man was rushing towards them. He had blood dripping from his forehead. Clearly he had been hurt in the attack as well.
The man that had just fired the shot hurried over to Matt looking down at him.] You 'kay mate? Still 'live?
lol! Matty ain't really a fighter. :3smilescanlieMarch 18 2012, 17:45:20 UTC
[blue eyes wide with shock, Matt barely managed to find his voice, rough from yelling, and closed up from fear before now as he turned his head.] A-ah, yeah.. but..
[was he dead? For sure, dead? Couldn't they - what? Help? Are you insane, Matt?]
Harvey can be, but he's more a protector.dorcha_radharcMarch 18 2012, 17:48:56 UTC
[ The other held his hand out to Matt keeping the gun leveled on the other, the beast of a man that had taken lives had been non other then his cousin. It was a tranq gun. ] If yer 'kay, I sugeest you run then. Ain' 'nough in dat bullet to keep 'im down long.
L-leave you? [he shakes his head as he finally finds enough feeling in his legs to stand, gripping tight to that hand. The bloody key clinks under his boot and Matt winces, remembering.]
I - I don't know where to go... and there's no cars. Is he going to wake up?
We need cops... or - I don't know! Something! [he knew he was bordering on babbling and sounding crazy right now, but - fuck. This was unreal. He'd never been in this situation before and didn't want to be!]
[ The other shook his head some. motioning out towards the woods.] 85's down dat way keep goin' straigh' and you can hitchhike outta here.
[ The one clocked on black and blood started to move a little as the red head moved closer, pointed the traq gun down at him.] No cops, they just hull the boy off to jail. I gotta get him home.
Dem people he hurt, they pretty messed up but they'll live.
You know him.. [Matt realises slowly, backing away from him a little.] You -- [he's telling him where to get a ride out of here? Why?] He - he tried to kill them! How can they be? No -- the cops need to know.
[ The body started to make an almost groaning noise as the other looked back at Matt. ] Yeah I know 'im and I know what be wrong too. He's family, an' been off his med's too damn long.
[ The other shot a dart into Harvey's chest again and the groaning stopped. As Mal moved to grab Harvey's arms to try and drag him a bit, the unconscious one was almost 6'5 and a good 200 pounds. The cousin, was maybe half of that.] He's normally harmless! Jus' go back where ya came!
[ooc; totally butchering the cousin's accent @_@ ]
[Matt winced at the precision, the almost casual way this guy attacked someone he plainly knew. Didn't he care? He was sure you weren't meant to tranqualise someone within such a short space of time --] Look, man.. if he's.. like that, he needs professional help!
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However the voice going in the back of the normally friendly one was chanting 'kill,kill,kill...' over and over again. The bloody butchers knife was lifted in the air as he started to run at the other.]
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It was just him left. The roads were empty, the night pitch. Oddly, he was calm. Waiting for the damn punchline. Nice guys finish last, Matt. That's what they say.
When he focuses enough to hear the swish of the knife slicing through the air, it's too late - he turns and balks. His body starting back, legs stumbling. His only weapon, the key. And what good would it do?
He swung it, forgetting the hand he had it in. Intending for a punch but he swiped against his attacker's cheek with the curving metal object, crying out --]
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The knife was on the ground closer to the other as Harvey started to stalk forward again the wound seeming to be closing up. Go on bro, pick up the knife. It'll be over soon.]
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Ah - ahh... [shit. Shit! What -- could he do? He had to get up, run -- but -]
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The man that had just fired the shot hurried over to Matt looking down at him.] You 'kay mate? Still 'live?
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[was he dead? For sure, dead? Couldn't they - what? Help? Are you insane, Matt?]
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I - I don't know where to go... and there's no cars. Is he going to wake up?
We need cops... or - I don't know! Something! [he knew he was bordering on babbling and sounding crazy right now, but - fuck. This was unreal. He'd never been in this situation before and didn't want to be!]
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[ The one clocked on black and blood started to move a little as the red head moved closer, pointed the traq gun down at him.] No cops, they just hull the boy off to jail. I gotta get him home.
Dem people he hurt, they pretty messed up but they'll live.
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[ The other shot a dart into Harvey's chest again and the groaning stopped. As Mal moved to grab Harvey's arms to try and drag him a bit, the unconscious one was almost 6'5 and a good 200 pounds. The cousin, was maybe half of that.] He's normally harmless! Jus' go back where ya came!
[ooc; totally butchering the cousin's accent @_@ ]
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