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♋ and ♑: Gargle with peroxide, a steak for your eye... [closed]

Sep 29, 2011 21:58

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara
Location: Death City's jail.
Rating: PG-13 for trollmouth and cray-cray.
Time: Dec 19th, very late.
Description: Gamzee has been restrained, but he's far from okay. A leader must do what is best for his people, even when it's really, really stupid.

( But I'm a pizzatarian so it's a frozen pizza pie. )

gamzee makara, karkat vantas

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hemocidal September 30 2011, 05:54:24 UTC

Waking up on the jail cell floor hadn't done anything to improve Gamzee's already livid mood, or quelled the maddening rage that had propelled him around the city for days. He had tried to sate it by drowning it in that beautiful red, red flow, but that had only made it worse, angering him more with each blow. He had wanted red blood, that punchline colored swill, but no matter how much he had spilled it wasn't the right blood ( ... )

dungenessmaster September 30 2011, 06:14:38 UTC

Karkat felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Seeing that look on Gamzee's face was always going to clutch up his vascular organ and turn the rest of his esoteric alien vitals to cold water. It didn't matter how much of a part BREW had played in all this, the bottom line was that Karkat had left and Gamzee was beyond enraged at him for it.

"Look..."

He took a deep breath and stepped closer, hands still behind his back, eyes on Gamzee.

"I know... I know you're mad, and that it's my fault for letting you get this way. I mean, shit, I failed everyone else I ever came into contact with in every possible way, why not you too?"

hemocidal September 30 2011, 06:33:53 UTC

When Karkat steps closer, Gamzee is on his feet again in an instant - even taller than his normal gangly self with the height from the boots he hasn't bothered to remove. His glare doesn't leave Karkat's face, snarl curling upwards into a deformed shadow of a grin.

When he finally speaks, still in that odd fluctuating tone, it's harsh and rasping, and he spits every word like it's poison.

"You think this is mad, motherfucker?"

With an animal snarl (and a more clown-like honk), he steps up to Karkat, leaning down to match his eye level. He reeks of blood, sweat, and not at all of the sticky-sweet sopor.

"I'LL SHOW YOU MOTHERFUCKING MAD."

1/2 dungenessmaster September 30 2011, 06:41:19 UTC

Karkat stood up straight, even thought he still wasn't quite as tall as Gamzee, especially since he didn't have--

Were those...

Was he wearing Stripperella's boots?

Karkat's eyes flicked from the boots back up to Gamzee's face, to the boots again, then back up, and as hard as he tried to keep his expression neutral, it just wasn't happening.

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