by The Kingpin » Sat May 02, 2009 8:59 am
the thump had instantly woken Jose, who had turned his gun in the direction of the noise, staring at the source. realising it was Alec, he sighed and holstered his weapon on the shoulder holster he had. thinking it was a bit too slow of a reaction time, he thought it might be a good idea to find a leg holster some time. it was almost guaranteed there would be one in the building. most people searching wouldn't have cared, wanting only the weapon, whereas he, having at one time been a gang-banger, learned that the best way to keep from losing your gun was to have it in a holster. he found himself laying exactly how he had slept. as a kid his mother used to tell him he slept like the dead. wouldn't move an inch....he wondered how that related to the dead he saw in the streets....they didn't sleep at all...they only hunted....and fed off the living...or, as he'd noticed with a few of them, eachother...
Vergil was now taking a bite out of the last peach in the can he had opened. he made sure to savour the flavour of anything he ate these days, never knowing if it'd be his last meal or not. one thing he knew though, was that if he was going down, he'd make sure he'd take some of those monsters with him, then take himself out, so they couldn't have the satisfaction of turning him into one of them...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG