Post by JC Bytes. on Aug 17, 2007 16:36:55 GMT -5
ooc;;
Lmao. Everyone exclaimed, 'Fuck' at least once.
Haha. I'm glad that I was able to start such a scene.
Okay, off to work on a post. xD
edit: ack... and i sort of mixed Lucian's words and actions around a little. Is this alright? And sorry about the whack-ish post.
"What are you going to do Lucy, spank me?" Before the inquiry could even fully escape the Male's lips, a searing sensation took place within his side. He faltered, loosening his grip on Ciel for a split seconds, before regaining his strength before shooting a dose of sapphire colored hatred, Lucian's way. Wow, these two were just chalked full of surprises today. What were they going to do next, kill him? If there was one thing that JC was sure of, it had to be the fact that he'd be able to at least take out dear Lucian and maybe even injure his son, before his own death. there'd be no way in hell that he'd go out without a fight. Nonetheless, this wasn't the case. Unfortunately, no one was going to die today; not one of them anyway, and to tell the truth, this reality wasn't quite a secret. After all, what would be the point of using another, if you exterminate them before the job was even complete? None, whatsoever.
Jacolby choose to ignore the following dialect that poured from his assailants mouth as he turned his gaze down onto the bloodied glass shards that lay along the ancient wood paneling. The suffering embedded by the gash within his flesh caused for his sturdy arm to convulse and for his fingertips to penetrate the naked skin that clad against Ciel's throat. As if paralyzing his arm hadn't been enough, this dirt bastard had to go and fucking stab him whilst his back had been turned?! Talk about low down and dirty, at least Jacolby had to decency to fight fair, even if his battles weren't much of a fight at all. Several seconds pasted before Bytes finally tore his gaze away from the ground and back onto Lucian. His facial expression alone sent out the inaudible message of, 'You son of a bitch.'
It was time to finally think rationally; time to admit defeat. Sooner or later, the other's poison alone would paralyze him for several weak, and to add blood loss into the equation would only make things worse. The white flag had to hit the air, otherwise within a few moments, his body would hit the ground. Shaking his head, JC's hold on the other slowly diminished until he dropped his hand altogether. This all would have run over so much better, if he'd only had to ability to use his other arm; his power branch. All the same, there was no point in dwellings on could of's and would of's, he had to deal with the situation at hand, even if it wasn't' necessarily the creme of the crop. Involuntarily, his active phalanges hoisted up the fabric that hung loosely at his torso in order to get a feel of the wound. "This was one of my favorite shirts," an odd statement for the situation, but still a true one. Ignoring the tattered cotton, JC inspected his gashes whilst trying to calm himself down.
Soon enough, an irritated grunt escaped the Male's lips as his blood smothered fingers balled themselves into a fist. Ready to take a single shot at Lucian just for the hell, Jacolby was forced to avert his concentration as the floor rumbled beneath his feet. Now what? Whipping around as fast as he could, without tangling up his useless limp or causing his side more pain than necessary, Colby caught sight of the unearthly figure that was now protruding from the ground. "What the hell...?" Though he was in what he believed to be agony, and though this wasn't truly the time for his curiosity to get the best of him, a quizzical brow peaked among JC's features.
He turned an eye toward Lucian as if he trying to double check that he wasn't the only one seeing this for the male had always feared his own insanity. And well, seeing the dead arise from the floors of the local tavern was...insane. Right?