Post by Hannibal Grim on Oct 20, 2013 21:37:41 GMT -5
How many times had he been in this position? How many hours had he wasted watching those around him with their pathetic as fuck lives? Hannibal wasn't sure he was happy with how things were going. It was all so pathetic and fucked off. As if the world were going to hell, and the hell was filled with nothing but humans with their pathetic, sorry excuses of shit that they called lives. But was there anything else he could do other than watch? It wasn't as if he could intrude on these pathetic lives and make them better by blessing them with his mere presence. He couldn't do anything. Well, unless he wanted to get violent. But violence is boring unless you are shredding them apart. Even then, if the humans couldn't look him in the eye and plea for mercy, was there a point? No.
So, instead of actually doing anything, Hannibal decided to sit in the middle of a sidewalk and sulk. Sometimes he had no motive to do anything. He watched the scenery pass on without him, without a choice either. He knew that even if the occasional person was able to see him, they'd still go on as if he were nothing. Which was unnecessarily rude, if he could say so himself. It had been a long, long time since he had actually been able to have a decent conversation with anyone. So even being acknowledged at this point was good enough for him.
But, of course, that couldn't happen. Hannibal could only sit and wait for something to happen. It was only a matter of time until someone found something to do with him, and maybe then he could have some of the fun he actually wanted.
"No. Fuck that!"
Hannibal stood up from his spot on the ground, desperate to quell his boredom without the help of others. He was in an area filled with humans, no... balls. They were balls and he had a bat. Hannibal ripped a street sign up from the ground and held it on his shoulder, prepared to swing. Now he was getting strange glances... or at least the sign was, but it was still something. He tried to pick out the perfect ball from the crowd of shocked faces, and found one. A man who looked to be in his 30s dressed in business attire. Hannibal would definitely be putting him out of his misery. He walked over to him and swung the street sign with all his might, knocking the man forward hundreds of feet. He crashed into a nearby building and was definitely dead. People all around were panicking, but Hannibal didn't care.
This was a good way to pass his time! He laughed to himself then scouted for another ball, hoping to find something worth flinging across the street.
Post by Hyun Miyano on Nov 2, 2013 11:02:02 GMT -5
Natas was having a calm and relaxing breakfast, eating at a a diner, no one bothering him. No one causing any ruckus anywhere. It was peaceful, which was amazing for a change. He had enough of the dangerous things for awhile. He just wanted peace. And if the leave were to be ruined, he wanted it to be his own fault. Not because of some rowdy spiritual fuck making things go bad.
Of course, Natas' peace came to an abrupt end. A man flew right by him and crashed into the building he was sitting near. 'What the fuck...' Alvaro was just as confused as he was, which was a good thing. He had no idea what to think of that. Natas looked across the street, glaring at the cause of the lack of peace. As always, it was a rowdy spiritual fucker making things hard for him. He sighed and stood up. Of course, he had to be the one to stop this man. No one else seemed to even notice him. He heard screams of ghost and haunted sign, but he knew better.
He walked over to the blonde, hoping to not alarm him. "Hey... could you go on a random rampage somewhere else? I was eating here." He hoped his request wasn't unreasonable. It seemed good enough, but he didn't know. The inner workings of insanity often sparked violent reactions to even the most nonviolent of things. He just hoped that it didn't happen this time. It would be a shame to have to kill someone on his peace day.