spark a fight in the dark

[clawhammer]

Who: Shin and Jongdae, Sylvia, Enkidu, and Hakuno
When: The night of the 5th
Where: Various
What: A lack of inhibitions means a spike in violence from a newly displaced and displeased man.
Warnings: Violence, serious injury, language, death.

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closed to Jongdae

[clawhammer]

[ His breathing’s already labored by the time he stumbles into the mouth of the dirty, wide alleyway, shoulder scraping the wall of the nearest building when he slumps heavily against it. Stitched fingers grasp at his glasses, dragging them off his face as his other hand tightens its grip on the front of his shirt – just over his heart.

It’s beating far too fast and has been for several minutes now, unable to identify the cause and uncaring beyond a healthy respect for the possible consequences of his own excitement. Kill… He wants to kill.

No. Not want.

Need.

Glasses are tucked into his pocket as his arm lifts to wipe sweat from a high brow, unfortunately too distracted to wisely watch his back. ]

closed to Hakuno

[clawhammer]

[ Time is measured now only in the steady, deafening beats of his own heart. Above that he can hear little else, certainly not the voice in his head warning him to stop, and it’s with clothes splattered with blood and wielding a simple craftsman’s clawhammer dripping with the same red that he rounds the corner into a small empty plaza.

Well. Almost empty.

He’s not seeking another victim but when he spots the fae heading in his direction there’s not even a moment’s deliberation in his mind. ]

You. Where are you heading in such a big hurry, huh? [ The low voice is muffled through a bizarre mask that covers the entirety of his head, styled in a realistic depiction of a human heart. ]

closed to Sylvia

[clawhammer]

[ His breathing is laborious and rough when his victim’s body hits the ground with a wet slap, stitched fingers tightening their grip on a hammer that contributes to the mess beneath him with a steady drip drip drip. It’s enough that he almost doesn’t notice the new presence at his back, shoulders hunched and head lowered… before slowly he turns, blue eyes piercing through the jagged holes cut into that red mask. ]

Who the hell are you, huh? You’re not supposed to die today… he wasn’t supposed to die today, so why do you guys get in my way?!

[ The words are inconsistent with what lies at his feet, Jongdae’s blood staining his white sneakers as his gaze fixates on Sylvia. ]

closed to Enkidu

[clawhammer]

[ There’s a new weight to his shuffle, sporting injuries indeterminate thanks to a generous splattering of blood coating his clothing from an unknown number of sources. He’s not tired but his bloodlust is slowly beginning to wane… too slowly if the way his heart rate picks up upon seeing a pleasant, flower-laden Enkidu is any indication. Ten more minutes… it’s likely all he needed.

Ten more minutes and perhaps he would’ve been calm. ]

So why are you out here asking for it?! [ His final thought erupts from him as he solidifies his grip on his claw hammer, wandering gait redirected towards Enkidu with new purpose. ]

One by one you guys keep lining up… What do you want, huh?