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You're a True Freak with Style [Complete]

Feb 18, 2006 00:23

Character(s): Vicious and Isaac
Content: Vicious arrives back at the Muspelheim Gate after a long adventure of lostness and meets a very odd man named Isaac who is new to Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Wednesday night
Warnings: crude language?

( Often when Vicious thought it could never get worse that was when the world decided it was time to strike him down. )

muspelheim, completed, isaac

Comments 12

redcha0s February 18 2006, 05:54:30 UTC

One moment the redhead was awaiting the arrival of his nemesis, the next he was laying face down in a dusty pathway. Isaac huffed a few times before managing to rise to all fours, then to his own two feet (with a slight wobble), grasping his forehead and the hair that surrounded it tightly. It felt like his brain was going to seep out of his skull suddenly if he didn't keep it in there with his palms. "Ahh.." he groaned and took a few shakey steps forward ( ... )

shed_scarlet February 18 2006, 06:15:51 UTC

Vicious stared at the strange red headed man who had appeared out of thin air before him. The cigarette in his mouth quirked down almost slipped free, then up as he gained control over his surprise again. Well it was hard not to stare at a stranger, he reasoned to himself.

'Who in the hell walks around in leather like that these days?!' He thought to himself stepping a little closer the red head.

Well as interested in the odd stranger as he was the man apparently didn't seem as 'excited’ to see him.

Vicious knocked the ashes from his cigarette onto the ground. "You look thrilled to be here." He murmured in a sarcastic tone.

redcha0s February 18 2006, 14:59:34 UTC

Isaac was almost the very definition of the word strange; his body was covered is masses of tattoos, scars, cuts and piercings, his attire consisted of almost grotesquely low cut leather pants, hooker-style thigh-high boots, and long leather gloves, and he had the strangest of eyes (not that you might be able to tell, his eyes didn't settle anywhere for long) they were grey -almost white.

He commented quietly in a smooth, slightly paranoid, tone of voice. "You're not who I thought you might be..." He took a long, hard, stare at the man infront of him for a few seconds, then his eyes darted away again. He didn't like eye-contact, it made him nervous.

"Where am I?" he asked afterwards, looking around the place again. There was something about Isaac that screamed 'lost child', he was almost painfully gullible, so any answer the stranger might give would probably be accepted.

shed_scarlet February 18 2006, 21:23:27 UTC

Vicious in comparison to the exoticness of the other looked rather minimalistic as he stood there, shirtless in his black pants. Even the tattoo winding from his wrist to the shoulder could not match the intricately detailed piece that the other's was. However, rather than taking a disapproving eye do the red head's clothing he thought they rather suited him.

If he were the type who demanded attention, he might have asked the red head to look at him. "Disappointed?" Vicious smirked at the stranger finding his lack of eye contact...amusing for the moment.

To the question he shrugged his shoulders and gave the man another sarcasm laced answer. "As to where you are? You're in hell." He watched the redhead wondering whether he would actually believe him with that gullible expression so well pasted across his face.

redcha0s February 19 2006, 16:51:33 UTC

And Isaac believed this reply instantly. "I knew I'd end up here soon." his eyes darted from left to right and he began to manically chuckle to himself (it was a high-pitched, squeaky, little laugh. Not unpleasant on the ears, just a little odd to come out of fully grown man). "Hehe.. Hehehee!! Master must be here then, my Lord must be here." He was evidently a total stranger to any sort of discretion, blabbing out secrets infront of a someone he didn't even know.

Isaac's eyes briefly darted to the wrist of the other man, and for a moment he seemed total still as his grey eyes licked up the other's arm, soaking in the image of his tattoo. Isaac liked tattoos, a lot.

But once that moment passed he took a small step backwards and reverted to that twitchy, hesitant, figure he was previously. "Isaac has to look for him."

shed_scarlet February 20 2006, 02:59:37 UTC

Vicious stared at him with an amused smirk. Isaac was one nut short of a fruitcake to immediately believe him that Paixao was Hell. However, the innocence of the man had it's own charm. Lost in thought for a moment he caught Isaac staring and tensed a bit in mild surprise. 'Haven't seen that look in some time.' Vicious thought to himself finding it to be fascinating.

"So Isaac has a master he must find?" He asked the redhead unwilling to miss the opportunity to tease something so close to childish.