Post by Shaun on Jul 24, 2010 23:08:30 GMT -5
Charles crawled out from the cupboard he had spent an obscenely long time hiding in at the sound of shuffling feet···at least, he thought that's what it was. He desperately hoped that's what it was.
His body ached and shook with every movement; even gripping the bar's countertop was difficult, for lack of sleep, food, and hydration. Add that to the fact that he had an ungodly horrific hangover from a bout of depressed drinking the night before, and things all came together for an awfully sickly looking human being.
Gripping his pistol in hand, Charles took a look around the room. There seemed to be no one in sight, and the Tall Freaky Thing that had killed is entire family- and perhaps the entire town- was nowhere in sight, either.
That didn't fool Charles. Heeeee knew how sneaky the Tall Thing could be. Heeee wasn't going to be so easily taken or killed. Rubbing the stubble on his face, he moved forward slowly.
"Hello?" he caleld out loudly, unaware he was announcing his prescence and unwittingly giving his position away at the same time. He crept forward slowly, keeping an eye out for any one or thing that might be here to kill him. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye--
He turned, and saw an unusually gaunt man standing completely still in the middle of the bar. For a moment, he mistook the man for the Tall Thing, this other was so tall. He tried to fire several shots into the man, but found that his gun was out of ammo; he had never bothered to find anymore after his last encounter with a poorsurvivor, who's body was still lying in a heap against the wall.
"Wh-who are you?" Charles questioned.
The man, for his part, turned curiously toward Charles. His pale, thin face was framed by lochs of long, beautiful white hair. Ice blue eyes peered out at the man with the pistol, and set sights upon him as if he were prey. Then, even more chillingly, he spoke, in a cracked and calculating voice, as if he had never spoken before, but had been prepared to all his life.
"Your pistol is out of bullets."
The word bullets licked across the white-haired man's lips like a seductive advance, and as it left, an eerie grin formed on the tall human's face. It was not a grin of friendship, and it was only then that Charles noticed the spear in his discovery's hand.
It was too late. Before Charles could react, he had been run through, and his blood had begun leaking profusely onto the floor. The other, more calm man of the two removed hi sspear from the dying body and continud to grin, all the way out of the bar as it caught fire around him.
Terrence grinned, and left the burning building to seek the few remaining adversaries to his Master's Will...
(OOC: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!!)
His body ached and shook with every movement; even gripping the bar's countertop was difficult, for lack of sleep, food, and hydration. Add that to the fact that he had an ungodly horrific hangover from a bout of depressed drinking the night before, and things all came together for an awfully sickly looking human being.
Gripping his pistol in hand, Charles took a look around the room. There seemed to be no one in sight, and the Tall Freaky Thing that had killed is entire family- and perhaps the entire town- was nowhere in sight, either.
That didn't fool Charles. Heeeee knew how sneaky the Tall Thing could be. Heeee wasn't going to be so easily taken or killed. Rubbing the stubble on his face, he moved forward slowly.
"Hello?" he caleld out loudly, unaware he was announcing his prescence and unwittingly giving his position away at the same time. He crept forward slowly, keeping an eye out for any one or thing that might be here to kill him. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye--
He turned, and saw an unusually gaunt man standing completely still in the middle of the bar. For a moment, he mistook the man for the Tall Thing, this other was so tall. He tried to fire several shots into the man, but found that his gun was out of ammo; he had never bothered to find anymore after his last encounter with a poorsurvivor, who's body was still lying in a heap against the wall.
"Wh-who are you?" Charles questioned.
The man, for his part, turned curiously toward Charles. His pale, thin face was framed by lochs of long, beautiful white hair. Ice blue eyes peered out at the man with the pistol, and set sights upon him as if he were prey. Then, even more chillingly, he spoke, in a cracked and calculating voice, as if he had never spoken before, but had been prepared to all his life.
"Your pistol is out of bullets."
The word bullets licked across the white-haired man's lips like a seductive advance, and as it left, an eerie grin formed on the tall human's face. It was not a grin of friendship, and it was only then that Charles noticed the spear in his discovery's hand.
It was too late. Before Charles could react, he had been run through, and his blood had begun leaking profusely onto the floor. The other, more calm man of the two removed hi sspear from the dying body and continud to grin, all the way out of the bar as it caught fire around him.
Terrence grinned, and left the burning building to seek the few remaining adversaries to his Master's Will...
(OOC: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!!)
