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Post by milos on Sept 26, 2010 21:03:32 GMT -5
Oh, Let Me Tell Ya 'Bout The Sad Man, [/color][/font] SHUT UP & LET ME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS.[/font] REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A MADMAN.[/color][/font] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Figures the Council of imbeciles he worked for would send him here now. Yes, send the Vampire to the Gaveyard, because they hang out there anyhow. He wasn't even told what to look for! He fumed as he kicked over a headstone. A ghost slowly rose from the ground, and it was a small ghost. A little dog? He blinked as it sailed around his head, "what do you want?"He asked with a slight smirk. The dog flew towards him again, and began to fly away towards the deeper part of the cemetery.Milo followed slowly, what else had he to do?
He smiled as the dog drifted lightly. He didn't know what made him smile about the dog, it was just something he guessed. He hadn't ever minded animals. Growing up as a human, the family dogs were about the only friends he'd ever had. He never killed dogs, cats, or the like. He knew others of his kind that killed animals to eat, he'd never do that. Give him a person any day.
He looked around, and noticed there were those things his group controlled. Heartless? Something of the like. They didn't look happy to see him, but then again, he just didn't like the way they looked at him. They looked like jack in the boxes with knives. He cracked his knuckles and slide his hands into his pockets, sliding on his brass knuckles. He pulled his hands back out, and launched himself at one of the things. His fist resoundingly cracked against the side of its head, it fell over, and the others moved it. God, this wasn't gunna be as fun as he'd figured.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thought You Was Batman, [/color][/font] HIT THE PARTY WITH A GAS CAN.[/font] KISS ME YOU ANIMAL.[/color][/font][/center] -makes Doodlebob noises-
Tagged: Glo!
Outfit: His usual suit/ half suit
Music: Ironman ♥
Notes: The Art belongs to be, I paid for it, if one likes it, I can point you in the way of the artist. Please do not steal!
Credit: This was made by Pygmi at Caution 20. Don't remove credit. [/ul][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font][/left] |
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 26, 2010 21:21:20 GMT -5
Glo wondered around the dark, gloomy world, with boredom. There was someone he was suppose to meet. He hated taking orders, but he had nothing else to do at the moment and wanted to see what this Milo character was about. He figured he might as well since they were "on the same side"...or whatever.
The clone couldn't give two shits about the good v.s evil battle that was taking place in the all the worlds that ever existed. He was only on the side he was on simply because his father is an evil son of a bitch and therefore, automatically made him evil. Whatever. As said before, he didn't care either way.
As he walked, he noticed tombstones that had been knocked over. He was told a bit about his ally and knew he could be a bit of a dick. He cocked an eyebrow as he saw a ghostly dog floating quickly towards him. He walked toward the area the dog came from and saw Heartless creatures he and the other council members were suppose to work with. Instead, he saw a black haired boy killing one of them. He assumed this was Milo.
"Aren't we suppose to be working WITH them?" Glo sighed. "We are suppose to be on the same side...and you just go killing these...clown...looking things?" He stopped talking for a moment.
"What the hell are these things?"
Truth was, he had never used a Heartless. He barely even knew what they were. The scientists MIGHT had mentioned how to use them at one point, but Glo never paid attention.
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Post by milos on Sept 26, 2010 21:37:55 GMT -5
Oh, Let Me Tell Ya 'Bout The Sad Man, [/color][/font] SHUT UP & LET ME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS.[/font] REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A MADMAN.[/color][/font] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Milo hadn't counted on a fight. He didn't feel like fighting. He never felt like going into fights he knew he might not win. He wasn't sure what the point was there, he was getting annoyed here though. He didn't even have enough time to think to use magic. He sighed, and he looked around as he caught scent of something that wasn't him, the dog or heartless. He didn't really sniff the heartless, but he could tell the smell was more or less human. He hoped it wasn't some woman, he didn't feel like dealing with those.
He snarled, and turned his head, expecting another fight, but came face to face with someone who seemed to know who he was, or seemed to know enough to show him he was probably looking at another Council member. He gave a hard left to the knife weilders, and he looked as the other spoke. He smirked, "Yeah, well crazy motherfucker pulled their knives on me. I don't play like that, Cher'. Believe they're called Heartless or something of the like." He said picking himself up. He ripped the tattered sleeve from his jacket, and he jerked the rest of the ruined object off his shoulders. He swung it around his hand and he tossed it up in the air, the object vanished as it started to come down.
He looked back towards the other, cocking his hips to the side. "Name's Milo, but I figure if you approached me no issue you probably knew that.". He smiled, removing the brass knuckles from his hands as he finished with the things for the time being.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thought You Was Batman, [/color][/font] HIT THE PARTY WITH A GAS CAN.[/font] KISS ME YOU ANIMAL.[/color][/font][/center] -makes Doodlebob noises-
Tagged: Glo!
Outfit: His usual suit/ half suit
Music: Ironman ♥
Notes: The Art belongs to be, I paid for it, if one likes it, I can point you in the way of the artist. Please do not steal!
Credit: This was made by Pygmi at Caution 20. Don't remove credit. [/ul][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font][/left] |
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 26, 2010 21:55:18 GMT -5
The red eyed clone could already tell this one was going to be a handful. He was intrigued as the jacket vanished. A part of him wanted to gasp like a little kid and ask for more, but he was a grown adult and was too old for foolish, cheap tricks like disappearing attire.
It made him think though, what could he himself do? Throw a dagger? Make comebacks that make people hate him? Whoo-Hooo. What a talent. He pushed the depressing thought out of his head and decided to not worry about shit he couldn't control. It wasn't his fault his father was a loser who had no special talents.
"Heartless? Really? That's the best name they could come up with? I feel like I'm in bad Disney movie awaiting my knight in shining plaid pants." He rolled his eyes. "I figured it was you. People call me Glo because that's my name. I've also been known as WinkleberryMcJuggarnaut. Or..in some cases 'God'. But that's just for the women." He winked at his joke.
"So! Mind telling me what's up?"
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Post by milos on Sept 27, 2010 10:40:05 GMT -5
Oh, Let Me Tell Ya 'Bout The Sad Man, [/color][/font] SHUT UP & LET ME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS.[/font] REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A MADMAN.[/color][/font] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Milo glanced at the other. He wasn't bad looking, Milo knew he needed to stop going after men he worked with, but he couldn't help himself! He cracked his back as he rolled his shoulder blades towards each other, and he looked back towards the other again. Thought, he kept his eyes behind him a bit as well, didn't feel like having any other guests around.
The boy spoke again. Milo smirked. He had names women called him? Well, must be something else in bed then, mm? He'd enjoy finding out, that he knew for sure. "Pleasure to meet you, Suga."He was good with the name calling tonight he realized. He patted his pants pocket, and fumbled with a cigarette. He placed it between his lips and struck his thumb like a match as he always did. Lighters were overrated.
He took a drag, and blew smoke from his nose, "I was actually hopin you knew, cuz I hasn't a damn idea. All I know is there's some lulus around, and I'd imagine other things. I'm actually mildly insulted I'm here. Can't say it's racist or anything I suppose but sending a vampire to a world full of weirdos seems mildly offensive to me."He shook his head, smirking regardless.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thought You Was Batman, [/color][/font] HIT THE PARTY WITH A GAS CAN.[/font] KISS ME YOU ANIMAL.[/color][/font][/center] -makes Doodlebob noises-
Tagged: Glo!
Outfit: His usual suit/ half suit
Music: Ironman ♥
Notes: The Art belongs to be, I paid for it, if one likes it, I can point you in the way of the artist. Please do not steal!
Credit: This was made by Pygmi at Caution 20. Don't remove credit. [/ul][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font][/left] |
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Post by feliciafancy on Sept 28, 2010 16:14:48 GMT -5
"And you..umm....person of the same sex." Glo said as he didn't know what "Suga" meant...or if it was even really a word. Whatever. Some of his brothers had little quirks and subtitles they gave to people as well.
"It's just like the council to send us somewhere with no real purpose." Glo sighed as he kicked over a stick and eyed the boy lighting a cigarette.
He took out his dagger, sat on the ground and started drawing pictures in the sand as he listened to Milo's complaint about being sent to this god forsaken world. Glo chuckled.
"Gotta say, it does seem pretty appropriate for you though. No offense, of course." He said, eying him with a smile.
He finished his picture of a face with "x"s for eyes and large P for a mouth. "To honest, I couldn't give two shits about the council or why they sent us here. If they want us to do something I'll do it because it's something to do. Not because I really give a fuck." He stated as he pushed himself up and dusted off his hands and pants. He placed the dagger back into his sleeve.
"So you're a Vamp? What's that like?"
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