Get your guns.
Who: derbruder versus ysobritish
When: the evening of July 22
Where: Somewhere outdoors where people don't mind bullets and bloodshed? Oh, wait, that just described this entire city, um...
Summary: Giovanni has been trolling around, trying to find someone to entertain him, and he's finally had the good fortune to get a little demonstration from good ole Liquid Snake. Oh, sweet blessed bullet holes.
Warnings: blood and shooting and injuries and guns and Giovanni smiling like this 8)))
Giovanni sat on top: an empty and ruined warehouse, half crumbled, like a pile of discarded blocks. The street stretched out in front of it, empty. Evening was a good time of day, long shadows and dusky sunlight. He stretched one hand out towards the sun, spreading his fingers, trapping it behind the bars.
It's taken some getting used to: a world with seasons, with sunlight, with warm and cold and everything in between. A dog raised underground, in a world after the end--he only knew ashes. But this place was different. There was something bright about it, vibrant--no matter how they complained of shadows, they would never know!--and that was both alluring and irritating.
And he's still not here: Heine Rammsteiner, and the city feels empty in his absence. Something to chase, to watch, to do--and aah, with Noki gone, still the emptier. There is a slight lick of concern in the corner of Giovanni's mind--why was Noki returned, and not Giovanni; where was the homecoming for the favorite son, the best dog?--but his mind wasn't built for such thoughts. Rebellious. Jealous. No. Their mother would return him when she saw fit, and for now: patience. Entertainment.
Entertainment. A smile split Giovanni's face. The evening sunlight looked yellow from behind his tinted glasses, and he leaned forward slightly in his crouch to peer down the street. His opponent: a soldier. No challenge for a dog of Einstürzen. And no Heine Rammsteiner either--aah, but who is? It would suffice, for now.
So when he saw this Snake coming, Giovanni stood up and dusted his hands off, smacking them together. Applause, in a way, slightly mocking. Finally, a show. His smile fixed firmly in place, he stood on top of the rubble and waited.
When: the evening of July 22
Where: Somewhere outdoors where people don't mind bullets and bloodshed? Oh, wait, that just described this entire city, um...
Summary: Giovanni has been trolling around, trying to find someone to entertain him, and he's finally had the good fortune to get a little demonstration from good ole Liquid Snake. Oh, sweet blessed bullet holes.
Warnings: blood and shooting and injuries and guns and Giovanni smiling like this 8)))
Giovanni sat on top: an empty and ruined warehouse, half crumbled, like a pile of discarded blocks. The street stretched out in front of it, empty. Evening was a good time of day, long shadows and dusky sunlight. He stretched one hand out towards the sun, spreading his fingers, trapping it behind the bars.
It's taken some getting used to: a world with seasons, with sunlight, with warm and cold and everything in between. A dog raised underground, in a world after the end--he only knew ashes. But this place was different. There was something bright about it, vibrant--no matter how they complained of shadows, they would never know!--and that was both alluring and irritating.
And he's still not here: Heine Rammsteiner, and the city feels empty in his absence. Something to chase, to watch, to do--and aah, with Noki gone, still the emptier. There is a slight lick of concern in the corner of Giovanni's mind--why was Noki returned, and not Giovanni; where was the homecoming for the favorite son, the best dog?--but his mind wasn't built for such thoughts. Rebellious. Jealous. No. Their mother would return him when she saw fit, and for now: patience. Entertainment.
Entertainment. A smile split Giovanni's face. The evening sunlight looked yellow from behind his tinted glasses, and he leaned forward slightly in his crouch to peer down the street. His opponent: a soldier. No challenge for a dog of Einstürzen. And no Heine Rammsteiner either--aah, but who is? It would suffice, for now.
So when he saw this Snake coming, Giovanni stood up and dusted his hands off, smacking them together. Applause, in a way, slightly mocking. Finally, a show. His smile fixed firmly in place, he stood on top of the rubble and waited.