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Location : convict island aka Australia
With their hands on the bottle (Private CPK)
Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:59 am
Artist: Hellsing ost Ruins - Song: The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflower's Sweet Smell - Word Count: 1036
The burn as it runs down the throat, the solitude he sought always to far away so until he crushed it all he would never truly be alone.
Wolf sat his eye gazing into the depths of the cup lying within his hand, the brown tinged liquid seeming to reflect back everything that touched the surface. And in wolfs eye all he saw in this reflective was his soul, death filling every inch of it every last portion riddled with destruction. As he drew the glass to his lips letting the entire glass full of alcohol slide down letting not a drop fall from his mouth the man finished it without a single worry. But it seemed as he slammed the glass onto the table signaling another drink the patrons of his favorite little bar were less than impressed. The red haired man you see had created a little name for himself among everyone here, if these men by now didn't know of the 8th divisions captain they were literally living under a rock. One of the most destructive captains to date caring little for anything and giving no shits for life he was a man ready to kill someone for little to no reason..... he was a well known monster.
Wolf never really meant to leave this appeal on people but his general attitude of trying to find a good fight left others with the impression. And as the man sat his hand resting on the glass in front of him waiting for the bar maid to fetch him his next drink, what wolf didn't expect though was what was to happen next. For you see the massive patron now walking to the back of Wolf intent on stopping the ruthless drunk who'd managed to spend his entire last 6 hours here drinking was in for a treat. As his hand came to rest on Wolfs shoulder his idea of grabbing him and throwing him to the curb was cut short... and that wasn't the only thing cut short. the mans arm severed from the shoulder in a second, a sort of black spike rising through the ground ripping it off letting him bleed. At this point wolf however was only just beginning to move as the screaming man was reeling back screaming trying to clench his gaping wound and stop the blood flow. In this chaos, patrons screaming trying to get away from the large cussing yelling man, some trying to help the man out a few of the customers even running for their lives out of the bar, Wolf though he simply reached over the bar grabbing one of the large bottles of bourbon.
With a simple look back the darkness of Wolfs soul was truly on show anyone who saw the man would know the stories of him being just another monster were dead set true. A large devilish smile sitting on his face, one that had lay there since the start of this quarrel, Wolf was enjoying this little showing after all someone having the balls to try and fight him was unusual to say the least and now as he walked over crouching next to the big man his one eye staring down at him with a bit of hope in it. Pulling a packet of smokes from his pocket the man pulled one lighting it up before offering one to the beast he'd just mutilated, but when the man didn't take it Wolf could only shrug before placing it back into his pocket. With a bit of a puff on his cigarette he would let the smoke fall into the big mans face, the beast going unbelievably silent as wolf began to speak
Bud you really fucked up this time, maybe when ya get stronger you could try again? But for now that missing arms going to serve as a big ass reminder of what happens when you try parting a man with his alcohol, take his big ass to 4th division. BUT, you tell the healers if they fix that arm .... i'll personally come sever everyone of their heads.
Almost like a maniac Wolf began bursting into laughter, as if his words were some of the funniest shit he'd ever heard. As he reached the bar the man would proceed to sit on his stool and throw his legs up onto the wooden bar in front of him. Wolf would then begin taking the smoke from his mouth letting another puff rise into the air followed by him gulping down a large portion of his bottle of grog. With that though the people in the bar began scrambling the giant to his feet dragging him out the doorway and off to the 4th division. The captain of the 8th had seemingly caused himself a little trouble today but as he sat the demon like smile still on his face it was obvious ... he gave very little shits about what happened.
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