Post by ovahlord on Jul 27, 2008 4:54:26 GMT -8
Christian was out late tonight, said night had long since started, and dusk was far gone. The nights air was practically tainted as the stench of blood was still stained into his body from the actions which had led him up to sitting down on this rickety ass couch. The black mask on his face held a few more scratches on it from being tossed around by a group of people, and the black vest clinging to his body was soaked in a tint of crimson, mind you, not from his own blood. Pieces of teeth were lodged into that metal surface hiding a set of azure hues from the moon light.
The crumpled up heaps laying around him were barely moving as they breathed, not dead, but they sure as hell would not be getting up any time soon. Rather it was the horrendous beat down they received, the alcohol, or a mixture of the two in their systems was yet to be seen. Needless. Either way that face hid behind a nothingness, often mistaken for a lack of soul by those he crushed. "Mm, warned you when you came out of that god damn smoke infested place. " He nudged one of the ones groaning with that foot of his, grown men acting like lowly dwarfs drunken and enraged. It was a sad sight, but had given Christian a decent work out.
Rising from that couch he rose a foot back and kicked it harshly, crushing the front end of the frame, in like fashion those leather clad hands clenched his pocket edges tightly, he opened the side of his mask and flipped what looked like a small switch, turning on the headset in it. After this he pulled out a black phone and flipped it open typing in 911. "Hello. I have an emergency in an alleyway two buildings up from the corner of Beech and Ridgeview, just outside of the Blue Crest Bar and Grill. You're gonna need a few ambulances, I tried to get them together without causing any more harm." This said he closed the phone, not bothering to listen to the operator after it.
He tucked that black sliver back into his pocket, flipped the switch on his mask and closed it, going on about his business. Exiting that alleyway he would have continued on down the street, paying no heed to the fact ten bodies lay in a neat pile in the alleyway just a few feet back behind him at this point, while the sirens in the distance were blaring.