You bastards!!

Subject: You bastards!! Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:06 pm

Ah a wonderful sunlit day of the peaceful utopia, Deadman Wonderland!

. . .

Let's ignore that statement and pretend it never existed, shall we?

Presently, he was just minding his own business, mingling among then gen.pop. to see if there were any sheep to be found. But, to his great displeasure, there were no gullible lemmings to be found. They had already been skinned, broken, extorted, enslaved, raped, beaten, killed, or had all of that done to them possibly in that exact order. Although there would always be new meat so long as this prison stands, it goes without saying that the meat comes in limited shipments ... so here he was without a meal(ticket).

And that put him in a relatively foul mood.
So foul a mood, it felt like being a good Samaritan today.
Oh yes it did.

How would he give back to the community?
By telling some thugs off.

"Oi, dipshits. Leave him alone." the blonde man snaps at a particularly ugly group of thugs. Nasty guys, trying to assert their authority and dominance, and had pinned possibly a fresh morsel against a wall with a knife to the poor ... looked like a teen, could probably be older. But yeah. Ordinarily, he'd just ignore this sort of thing since it wasn't worth his time, but seeing his hunt had gone rather sour, it'd be good to vent on these blokes.

Already, the small group of onlookers were nervously backing away, which happened to draw more attention . . . and soon a whole crowd was no congesting traffic in the hallway to watch what was about to happen between the lone blondie and the four goons.

Who were now laughing to themselves as they clearly thought they had the advantage here what with having four of them to his lonesome self. Well, zipadeedoodah. They had one knife, that was it. Sure, it was a weapon, but considering the usual shit he put up with ... ? This was a cakewalk.

"Who you calling a dipshit, eh bitch?" the leader of the pack decided to demonstrate his wit, and maybe give the clearly mistaken blondie a chance to grovel and apologize for speaking out of line against him. ... Fat chance.

Subject: Re: You bastards!! Sat Dec 08, 2012 6:00 pm

Depressing. That was one of the only ways to describe how bleak the day had been, as there hadn't been much for Koto to do. No one was really fighting; not very many people were performing tasks, no dog races or people attempting to dominate each other. Nothing at all. It would seem that the day was going to go on like it was, that is, until he heard the subtle but distinct sounds of some sort of struggle in the distance. From his viewpoint he could see a few men, perhaps four, surrounding a smaller form, most likely some younger inmate. Though this wasn't all that uncommon, he honestly didn't like it when some of the older inmates decided to pick on the new members of their little family, it didn't seem quite right to beat up on a child and as such, he decided he should probably go do something about it. Oddly enough, it seemed as though someone was already taking care of the issue, something that was quite uncommon in such a brutal prison. The man had a similar height and build to his with the main difference, besides the fact he was blonde, was his odd facial features. Oddities were a dime a dozen in a place like this and didn't exactly surprise him so he continued on his way to confront the four goons when he heard the banter between the two quarreling parties. The supposed leader of the group must of thought he was quite smart as he just reiterated what the blonde man had just said, and turned the insult around, only adding his own witty insult to the statement.

It was a pity really, the idiocy of course, not what was about to happen to the buffoons. As he neared the group one of the men decided that he needed to show how tough he was and attempted to grab Koto, most likely to go on a rant about how we should know our place and walking up to him was such a blatant disrespect to his authority that he would have no choice but to injure a weakling. Of course, that was a bit too eloquent for someone of his intelligence and would probably be something more or less guttural than a tribe of Germanic barbarians pillaging a village. Instinctively, Koto would side step the man, grabbing his right forearm as he did so, allowing him to pull the man off balance with a simple tug of his arm. The man was surprised by such a sudden turn of events and almost fell to the ground immediately, though Koto wouldn't be having any of that and would strike the man’s elbow, causing it to bend the opposite direction of its intended purpose, an audible crack of the bone easily reaching the ears of the nearby inmates. Most of the ignorant members of the prison tended to rely on brute strength alone, and were quite weak to those with some true combat skills. The leader of the group was dumbfound and blurted out “What the fuck mate, I’ll kill you bitch.” The man was obviously a bit butt-hurt and proved that when he attempted to lunge at Koto with the crude knife. The lunge wasn't graceful in the slightest, and caused the man to fall flat on his face when Koto stepped to the side of him. The force of the impact with the ground caused the knife to fly out of his hands and slide under a nearby table, with his body sliding towards the blonde gentlemen. He wanted to see how the blonde man would react to having the offending klutz at his feet. He would back up slightly preparing himself for the reactions of the other two members of the group. Luckily enough, all the confusion had allowed to boy to scuttle away to the safety of the hallways.

Subject: Re: You bastards!! Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:12 pm

Oh? How amusing. Here we was about to vent and beat the living hell out of these four wretched excuses for people until they were unrecognizable pulps, and it seemed someone else was already getting on the job before he could. Well, not that it mattered that much. There were still two other thugs that needed disciplining, and oh look! The thug leader was right in front of him, struggling to get back on his feet

"Ugh ... what the f-" the brute cursed to himself before noticing someone was in front of him. He opted to look up rather than stand up and see the waiting foot of Anima Cremisi. Which then firmly planted the sole of its shoe down on his head and slamming it straight back into the floor.

"Good afternoon, motherfuckah! Stay down with your face! On! The! Floor~! It suits you better." The crimson eyed man is clearly enjoying this too much as he forcefully stomps on the head of the thug who had the gall to insult him in such a childish manner. Then again, he was probably the childish one to be taking so much offense . . .

'Nah'
Another forceful stomp against the thick skull that was now cracking the floor.

"YOU BASTARD!" cried thug #2 of 3, "STOP DOING THAT TO OUR BIG BRO!!!!" And so the fellow who seemed to have stripped off the overalls and tied it around his wait and instead wore a grey tank top. He was clearly pissed. A pity he seemed like a lanky fellow, probably a friend of the thug leader here who got lucky, rather than an actual competent threat. In fact, while the thug leader and the thug 1 who was not a sprouting dumbass tree planted firmly in the ground by the (strangely) same height black haired man were muscular men, the two remaining thugs were rather ... lean by comparison.

"Do what?" His foot is now forcefully grinding the face of the boss against the floor, as though he were trying to scrape gum off his shoe. "You'll have to be more specific." He speaks lightly, cheerily even, which unnerves the crowd nearby him quite a bit, prompting them to back up a few steps in case the gold-savior was more interested in beating the crap out of one of them. Compared to the raven-savior who seemed to be a bit more noble ... relatively speaking.

"BASTAAAAA-" His curse is cut short by a blur of movement. Rather than wait for the melodramatic thug to finish, Anima decided to move on with his life.

And firmly plant a fist in the idiot's gut, causing him to weakly step back a bit clutching the impacted area. And clearly worse of than he had expected to be, should he have been hit.

Subject: Re: You bastards!! Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:49 pm

The men who had threatened the poor boy were suddenly in shambles, with one injured thug beaten at his feet, another under the creepy man’s boot, and apparently, one found himself with a sudden pain in his abdominal area. The fourth seemed to some sort of weakling who had just happened to be able to make friends with one of the thugs, and had been leaching off of his buddies bullying antics, not that Koto cared really, though he found those members of the prison some of the worst. They were unable to fend for themselves and probably had some pent up rage from being bullied, the likely reason they were put into this facility. He wasn't one to judge, but beating up on younger inmates was just sad, and with a slight bit of irritation flashing across his face, he would drop the now crying bully’s arm and bring his leg up to his chest, causing the tension of his muscles to build up, and with a powerful release, his foot would fly forth towards the now frightened weakling, smashing into his stomach and into the wall. The force of the kick was likely to have broken a few ribs and cause the man to be in a large bit of agony should he try to breath. The tiny inmate that was punched by the blonde man suddenly crumpled to the grown in pain, and as expected a small group of nearby guards came rushing to the scene after the violence was over. They were abnormally silent about the matter as they cleaned up the inmates to take them to the infirmary

With the violent matter complete he looked around and noticed that the area around them had been cleared into a sort of circle around them, with the inmates looking quite frightened by the scene, some of them venturing to whisper about what had just occurred. He ignored them and decided to talk to the blonde man that had helped dispense justice. He held his hand out offering a handshake to the man and said, “Thanks for helping out. My name’s Koto. May I inquire what your name is?” He was a bit too formal about the matter but he didn't want to take any chances as some inmates tended to be unruly for somewhat stupid reasons. The man seemed to take enjoyment in the pain of others and Koto had no clue what might happen if he was provoked into more violence.

Subject: Re: You bastards!! Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:55 pm

And with that, the fight was over. A huge disappointment considering he was all riled up for a brutal, brutal asskicking session. But, no ... these guys dropped like a sack of potatoes after some pressure had been applied. Pity, he REALLY wanted some action. But, hey, he got to stomp on the face of the asshole who called him a bitch, so it wasn't a total waste of time!

But anyway, after the guards showed up, most of the spectators had scurried off, leaving the two men of roughly same stature. It was kind of amusing since, barring a minute height difference (it seemed he was slightly shorter), they were literally seeing eye to eye. But, then this guy ... clearly not fresh, if anything, already tenderized and possibly marinated in this wretched hellhole. That alone was a rare sight nowadays, especially in B block. But, what was most amusing was his attitude.

The presentation. It would seem, given how well he handled himself, to be a nicely well-done ... and yet, the way it presented itself to him suggest that wasn't the case. Not that it ... bothered him, really. Raw meat was never a problem. It's just ... been a while since someone like this tried to speak with him.

“Thanks for helping out. My name’s Koto. May I inquire what your name is?” Anima cocks a halfsmile to this, while tentatively returning the polite gesture of the handshake with a firm grip. Shortly after accepting the handshake he responded in similar formality.

"My name is Anima. Pleased to meet you, Koto. So now that we've dealt with the refuse, what're you up to?"

Subject: Re: You bastards!! Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:51 pm

"My name is Anima. Pleased to meet you, Koto. So now that we've dealt with the refuse, what're you up to?"

Koto thought that Anima was a somewhat odd name, and he was surprised the man didn’t seem to show any aggression towards him and was almost as formal to Koto as he was to him.

“I was just on my way to go get a bite to eat when I noticed the thugs beating up on that kid. Care to join me? My treat.”

Koto was only slightly hungry, but it was always good to make acquaintances with other members of the prison, especially ones that were hardened the petty violence and the sick rules of the place. If something bad were to come up where someone accused you of something, the other inmates tended to come to your aid if you had aided them in some way before, or if you were just friends. There is always power in numbers of course and one could never have too many friends. He could already tell that rumors were beginning to circulate around the prisoners that had seen the violence and could assume that some people might not be too happy about what had occurred, so Koto decided that he would keep his guard up even more than usual to prepare for any unlikely occurrences.
He began to walk towards the entrance of the mess hall gesturing Anima to follow him.

[Exit]

Subject: Re: You bastards!! Sun Dec 09, 2012 5:19 pm

“I was just on my way to go get a bite to eat when I noticed the thugs beating up on that kid. Care to join me? My treat.”

And a bright light seemed to be shining from his normally dull crimson eyes. No seriously, they always had a dark color to them, suggesting a troubled soul ... but at the mention of food, free food at that, Anima couldn't help but just be happy. After all, it was a pain to keep earning cast points and using those on basic necessities, so a free meal every now and then was good.

Especially since he had less a tendency to eat a lot of food so much as inhale massive quantities of it. So, understandably, Cast was very difficult for him to keep his hands on since his stomach demanded to be fed. Strangely, though, the food never really seemed to have much an effect on his overall form.

But, today was an auspicious day! Yes, especially since he had swiped a cast card off the dumbass who ran into his fist. Not all that hard, idiot did crumple down, but not before falling forward and giving him a quick opportunity to pick his pockets and claim the card.

Probably wasn't much, but ... if his 'friend' was going to treat, why not use the spoils of their shared victory to do so?

"Sure, sure. Ha ha ha." The crimson-eyed man is cheerily humming to himself, as smug as the cat who had the cream. Or a little kid who was on his way to opening a nice present. Or something else. But, yeah.

---> EXIT