Propensity To SMASH (John S., Squee, Speed Thread)

["Tuvlan"]

OOC: This is an open thread, but everyone else aside from John Summers/Ong and "Tuvlan" may potentially get beat up. 'Tis for storyline.

The Results of Training

It had been a few... months.

Months of training.

Months of learning.

Months of cat worship.

Months.

The boy was crouched underneath the windowsill of the first floor of an emptied apartment. Only the next three floors were still accessible. In his hand was a pipe. On his body were his usual clothes. With one eye he stared...

It was nearly evening, around five thirty when the sun started to go down. Patiently, he listened in silence as he remained still.

With mental maps of the underground tunnels, he had a vague idea of where he was...

Hostile territory. The outside. Men in black strutted about with their batons and black suits. Enthusiastic men. Bored men. Some of these men were women.

But for seven days, the boy had staking out this area for consistency... to learn the patrols.

Some ways, inside a boarded up kitchen, he'd salvaged a few days worth of food---nothing nearly as satisfying as what he could get back home, but it sated him enough. There was very few people to steal from, considering how empty most buildings were. Those that were fully occupied and guarded up by soldiers were to be snuck around by... on the surface.

He would not risk knowledge of the tunnels.

Another patrol walked on by as he sat unnervingly still, very different to the boy who would have fidgeted about every split second over a year ago.

Another fifteen minutes would pass... and the boy would crawl silently into the kitchen again. No windows, two boarded up doorways, all the holes patched up...

And then he would stretch. Stretch and swing about his pipe.

There was no one to speak to, so he looked again to the carvings he had made on the blank wall, above the stove.

On the wall were lines for all the patrols quantities and the circles and letters determined what time of day by the sun and what day in general.

The boy smiled.

[John]

John was doing his usual recon. Mask over his face black clothes, sticking to the shadows. John didn't like the tactic, but being taught thus by Asiv he would use it. Esspecially now. He was simply following a patrol for now, seeing if they had Expiraments.

["Tuvlan"]

Time's A Tickin'
Theme Song: Force of Nature from Samurai Champloo OST

Night time was falling. It was a good time... The weakest group was tonight, followed thirty minutes by the second strongest and most disciplined one.

The head guy kept a twitchy finger on the radio. He was the one to look out for.

Hand over his chin, musing over his scrawlings for a final time, he finally stalked up to the third set of stairs... and waited...

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Four men. Undermanned. John would see these men strutting about, half of them with their hands in their pockets. Uneventful nights by the Crows territory made these men almost complacent.

---Suddenly, the shadow of a lean figure would be seen flinging itself out of the third story of a broken window. Silently, long pole outstretched into a downward swing. If it wasn't for John's position and with the recent lack of lights to power the remaining streetlights these days, there would only be a faint whistling sound to differentiate the figure from a pouncing cat.

Only the crunching sound confirmed the boy's presence as he slammed his feet onto the man's shoulders, pipe careening down the length of the man's face, snapping it backwards. However, then the boy would fall backwards---

---Or rather, roll backwards.

Instantly, the men whirled around, only to see their Patrolmen downed. Eyes wide, batons drawn.

"WHAT!?..."

Flashlights would be turned on---

[John]

John was trigger happy as soon as the kid had pounced, and the Barker guys moved, John would hurl his hammer with all the force he could muster directly for the furthest person from him as he charged in leaping from his position in an allyway to drive his knee into the closest enemies face falling back on his old Muay Thai training.

["Tuvlan"]

ENEMY OF ENEMY!?
=D!?

A hammer would go careening past the boy, shocking him at how suddenly it came, when he saw the blur of a man rush on past him and slam into hte man on his left.

A fantastic amount of bone and blood shattered and spilled onto the street as the hammer lodged itself completely into the side of the man's face, while the man with the knees in his chest would crumple, his spine on the verge of snapping.

The lone Barker soldier had literally a second before a pipe would go careening into his ear...

...And into his head.

Silence.

The boy whirled around to the other assailant, a near insane smile on his face. He tilted his head all the way to the side, assessing the person.

"Smash?

"=D!?"

[John]

John would raise his right hand in the air, while he was still air bourn from the knee strike and drop it into the center of the barker soldier's head to crush it. He'd walk over and put a foot down on the neck of the barker soldier and pull the hammer from the face.

He'd look over to the red head. He heard of some guy running around campus back at 259 that liked to cause trouble... Said that word alot. Couldn't remember his name though.

"Only alot."

Was John's answer.

"What... Never mind, probably smashing."

He was going to ask what he was doing here, but he decided it would just cause a repeat of the word.

["Tuvlan"]

Just A Drop

The boy would cackle slightly, realizing the efficiency with which everyone had died. And as he adjusted himself, in the darkness he saw very clearly...

...One of the faces from the school. The smile grew genuine.

"We have twenty-eight minutes before the next patrol comes around... and by then, they'll be vigilante.~"

Enthused, the boy would go to the manhole and pop it open with a well placed kick. Then he'd turn back to drag in the bodies, purposefully letting the blood smear towards it. With caution, the boy made sure not to move towards the building until the deed was done... and then would take off his shirt and wipe all the excess, dripping blood.

...But not before licking at his arms with a long, hungry tongue.

[John]

Jon would simply watch, giving his hammer one harsh swing to the ground to clear the blood from it. Moving his mask to cover his face once more.

"Then whats your plan? Laying an ambush?"

["Tuvlan"]

YEP

"Don't track any bloooood.~"

With that, the boy would skip daintily back to the hotel, beckoning with a stray, blood-drying hand for the man to follow, if he wanted.

[John]

Just because... John would follow putting the hammer back on his back and grinning behind the mask. Making sure not to track any blood with him.

["Tuvlan"]

A Temporary Abode

Upon entering in, the boy would pull out a table, letting it clatter loudly for his newfound compatriot and pull himself one as well...

...But would pass a can of uncooked, refried beats with a knife sticking out of it across the table.

The place was relatively untouched, in shambles, undoubtedly already attacked repeatedly by Barker Patrols... But the furious, primal scrawlings, the dates, times, numbers on the wall would be eeriely apparent.

Unfortunately, it would be terribly dark. For the boy who had been living ****** *** *****'* **, his eye was already more inclined towards looking in the darkness.

"So... friend?" the boy would ask lightly, in passing. Redundant, but confirming.

[Van]

Watching you watching us

---

Across the street in an empty building: whispers in the dark.

“That’s the one?”
“Yep.”
“Shit, look at him go.”
“Yep.”
“We gonna help them out?”
“Nope.”
“Wait, who’s that other guy—“
“Will you shut up.”
“Think they know each other or think he’s just another mercenary?”
“If you shut up maybe we’ll find out.”

[/i]

The higher-pitched whisper shut up, but not for long.

“…Well, that escalated quickly. You sure we shouldn’t call for backup?”
“Won’t need it.”[/i]

The gruff-voiced soldier turned away from his more excitable compatriot and fixed a stern sidelong glance at a figure seated in the dusky corner of the room. In the dim light, all that was visible of the creature was the sallow gray chroma of its skin, the shock of white hair strewn in front of its face, and the slow rocking movements of its skeletal body as it waited in the corner with the patience of a demon, hugging its knees tightly against its narrow chest. In the quiet twilight, all that was audible in the empty room above the stoic heartbeats of four soldiers was the persistent clattering of sharp teeth.

. . .

Two soldiers waited in tense silence outside the door of the west-most adjacent hotel room. Their leader and the curious private waited in the southmost adjacent room, holding their position a few feet away from the door, but not directly in front of it. The gruff-voiced man’s arms were crossed and a thick rope hung from his right gloved hand, trailing along the ground a few feet into the shadows where the faintest sound of gnashing teeth could be heard. The other soldier stood a few feet away from him with some sort of strange gun aimed at the door.

The leader of the group lifted a walkie-talkie to his lips and depressed the button with his thumb, sending only a short, quiet burst of static to the walkie-talkie residing in the other room with the other two soldiers. A cue.

The western door, left unlocked, would burst open to reveal two of Barker’s soldiers, charging toward the man in black with their batons raised, poised to strike him over his head or shoulders.

Just a few carefully timed moments after the western door opened, the southern door would burst open as well, introducing another Barker soldier aiming his weapon at the red-haired kid. He fired, not ammunition at all, but a net that flung itself toward Tuvlan with malicious purpose. The soldier followed after promptly, stomping into the room to seize the boy, hopefully entangled, and attempt to drag him by his ankles into the adjacent room.
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["Tuvlan"]

OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD

*STATIC*

Just as soon as the refried beans were passed across the table, the boy suddenly gripped up his pipe and held it in both hands in front of his face like a sword. Fear filled his eye and shock---he hadn't been as careful as he'd thought!

The western door burst open and the boy shouted incoherently, his face turning into a snarl. He was about to kick the table up when the door to his left burst open.

All he heard was an explosion before tight ropes exploded all over the boy. Instinctively, he held up his pipe to block it, but that would only help to catch the net all over his entire body. And as he stepped backwards, being propelled by the net... his left would get caught to.

The strong rope began to pull at the boy, who would be gnashing, flailing wildly as he tried to get a hold of the net, his right boot slamming uselessly against the floor. The boy would kick at his assailants, but his ankles would be grabbed.

"SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!

"D=!?"

[Van]

Reptile

[/i]

---

The boy was snared, dragged into the dark room, and the door slammed and locked behind him. The soldier responsible for his abduction dropped the kid’s ankles as soon as the last crack of light disappeared from the doorway, and backpedalled in the pitch darkness until his back hit the wall. The man couldn’t see a thing, but at least he was out of the way.

Meanwhile, the leader of the group had reached up to flip down his infrared goggles and took a few slow steps backward, tugging on the rope a little. The gurgling, gnashing sounds grew louder for a moment as if in agitation. Another violent tug and the man dropped the rope, backing into his own separate corner, his arms crossed.

In the pitch darkness, two glowing points of white light manifested as the clacking of teeth grew louder, so violently that the creature bit into its own scarred gums, causing its mouth to bleed. The glowing points of light began to stream like tears as the thing rushed forward toward the nearest living thing with its wide jaws and its long, clawed fingers splayed. The faint luminescence from Experiment #J00329B’s eyes was enough to cast an eerie shine on its exposed teeth as it gnashed them horrendously, bearing down on the captured boy and wrapping its long pointy fingers around Tuvlan’s throat. If the boy hadn’t seen, he would surely feel the creature’s fangs as they gnashed viciously toward his skull; dozens of them lining its wide snakelike jaw, long and needle-like and serrated like a shark’s, would bite down onto Tuvlan’s skull like it was a tootsie pop.
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["Tuvlan"]

Clack Clack, Boy's A Snack

The boy's struggling intensified. He needed a smoke. Bad. It was difficult to calm down and somewhere he knew that his incessant struggling only made his entanglement worse. His kicking appeared to be to no avail...

---Suddenly, his leg was dropped and the room grew silent...

Except for the clacking.

Two piercing, white lights shone in the otherwise comfortable darkness of the room. With only one eye, the boy stared, snarling, breathing slower to try to force himself to calm down. His arms to disentangle themselves. There were four sets of lights in all... but one reminded him too much of some of the eyes he saw amongst Rogues... Natural. Vicious. Not enough to illuminate the room, but enough to allow this... thing to see.

Clearing the net out of his eye, the boy stared in silent horror at several sets of teeth, smelling the unmistakable blood. Clattering teeth. The boy's arms slowly began to get free---

He felt it bare down on him. He heard the nerve-wracking clattering, so close to his head that it made his arms go dead still for a moment.

Almost a fatal mistake.

Deep claws punctured lightly into his throat, leaving ten gashes as they dug. The boy had only begun to grit his teeth when several sets of serrated teeth tore into the boy's head. Painfully, the boy's arms began to stretch out from underneath the net as the teeth tore at him, tearing away at his hair, pressing dangerously close into his skull---

The boy sat up, parallel, pushing up in the net with one hand and would make a weak uppercut into the bastard's neck.

HISSING.

"SHE TAUGHT ME BETTER."[/b][/i]