11-15-2018, 02:09 AM
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He was pretty sure Vagabond would have been pissed off if he knew how he had slipped up but eh, sometimes shit happened and he couldn't just let things go that easily. Well, he hadn't exactly came here to kill someone but hit and runs were under his repertoires to do. Couldn't have her seeing anything, telling anyone anything. He'd been silent for the most part on creeping up on her and when he saw her eyes he realized she was blind but she'd still heard him, smelled him. Animals did that much he knew and he had to make a quick decision then and there or else he risked discovery. A fight soon broke out between him and the woman and to say the least he had to quickly put her down. But she got a hell of a couple of good licks on him. Sounds of savage snarls and yowls lit up the night air. Even so he was bigger than she was and overpowered her once he got the hang of where the fight was going. They didn't call him the Brawler for nothing and he easily pinned her down and dragged his claws right across her throat. Blood spilled out freely upon the border and he backed up, dual colored eyes uncaring as he turned away.
Well, things went wrong for a reason and he sided as he shoulder his sack before he pulled out some spray cans. Paint was fun to use and he sprayed using his prehensile tail to help him out. The smiley face against the ground with orange and purple paint before he shouldered everything and turned from the scene. Even with the pain of fresh scratches and bites on his body he felt pretty chipper. But that was normal, this was his normal. Him, Vagabond, Golden Boy, they would all free pretty happy even if they had just murdered a bunch of people because it was their life. Their norm. He high tailed it out of there to head back to his camping grounds still a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to get any valuables.
-- rimmy's calling card has been left near delilah's body. a purple and orange spray painted smiley face with the faint scent of the rosebloods
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
[glow=#000,1,400]NOT CAUSE I'M BUSY, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]This was supposed to be simple run but then again he should have known that nothing was ever simple. Especially with the experience had underneath his belt. They never had things go utterly correctly but they always had back plans, plans for other plans and they just learned to improvise on the fly. So why didn't he think that this could go wrong. Well, because he thought thought he could be sly but he wasn't the type of sly that Golden Boy was. He didn't have honeyed words but he could be quiet persuasive when he wanted to be. All he wanted to do was get in and steal some shit, didn't matter if he needed it or not. He just wanted it and if they had stuff to take then he would surely just take a little cut of it. After all from leaving one place to go and do some exploring and finding this strange little town in the middle of a swamp he was sure they'd have something. Even if the place smelled like the a horse's ass. Which was terrible by the way. He'd been so careful to not stir up trouble and even so he hadn't factored in that someone would be out or even awake so late at night. It just came to pass really and he couldn't have any witnesses or they would likely rat him out. Treat everyone fairly and with him everyone had an equal chance to be killed.He was pretty sure Vagabond would have been pissed off if he knew how he had slipped up but eh, sometimes shit happened and he couldn't just let things go that easily. Well, he hadn't exactly came here to kill someone but hit and runs were under his repertoires to do. Couldn't have her seeing anything, telling anyone anything. He'd been silent for the most part on creeping up on her and when he saw her eyes he realized she was blind but she'd still heard him, smelled him. Animals did that much he knew and he had to make a quick decision then and there or else he risked discovery. A fight soon broke out between him and the woman and to say the least he had to quickly put her down. But she got a hell of a couple of good licks on him. Sounds of savage snarls and yowls lit up the night air. Even so he was bigger than she was and overpowered her once he got the hang of where the fight was going. They didn't call him the Brawler for nothing and he easily pinned her down and dragged his claws right across her throat. Blood spilled out freely upon the border and he backed up, dual colored eyes uncaring as he turned away.
Well, things went wrong for a reason and he sided as he shoulder his sack before he pulled out some spray cans. Paint was fun to use and he sprayed using his prehensile tail to help him out. The smiley face against the ground with orange and purple paint before he shouldered everything and turned from the scene. Even with the pain of fresh scratches and bites on his body he felt pretty chipper. But that was normal, this was his normal. Him, Vagabond, Golden Boy, they would all free pretty happy even if they had just murdered a bunch of people because it was their life. Their norm. He high tailed it out of there to head back to his camping grounds still a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to get any valuables.
-- rimmy's calling card has been left near delilah's body. a purple and orange spray painted smiley face with the faint scent of the rosebloods
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]