Violence behind your smile; Bloodlust in your eyes // [OPEN]

[suppressthedark]

Who: Ichigo's hollow (suppressthedark) and YOU.
What: Someone's out a wandering, and he's not exactly harmless. Be careful...
When: Day 141 to Day 143.
Where: Around...oh, well, everywhere! yeah. :|
Rating: pg-13 to maybe r? THERE'S GONNA BE FIGHTING, but I don't think anything really explicit.

[So. He's let everyone know he's out, in control. And although that's led to confrontations, it's also led to the promise of a few good fights-and knowing him, they're going to be bloody as hell.

Although, he'd have to find the combatants first, and that might prove...difficult. But what's wrong with wandering? He'd spent too long being cooped up-why not spread his legs a little?

And that's how he's currently prowling the streets of Asgard, not deigning to go on the rooftops at all for once, since that was something Ichigo did. And even though he still had the same coloring and bright hair Ichigo did, those blackened eyes would give him away.

Maybe you run into him by accident. Maybe you attract his attention, as risky and dangerous as that is.

Or maybe you're one of those people he's said he'll fight. No matter what, he'll see it all with that deranged, arrogant grin.]

((OOC: AGAIN, This is Ichigo's hollow, so he is going to be brutal, violent, aggressive, and pretty much kinda crazy. There's a GOOD chance he may threaten/injure your character, so please tag at your own risk! OH RIGHT and I already have it planned who's going to take him down so keep that in mind!))

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Day 142

[samantha_grey]

She'd seen the message. She almost posted, and then there'd been other things to do. The irony that they were both out, both well aware that they were crazy if they'd talked was something that she relished at the moment. However, she hadn't cared enough to pester him too openly. Oh no, he'd been a humorless, boring little boy when they last talked.

She didn't expect his other side to be any different.

However, she was the sort to like rooftops. She was currently on a first story one, hiding from Eve who she expected was currently on to her more than a little bit. Seeing him just over the lip, she grinned and decided to have a little... fun.

She glanced to the other side of the alleyway at her corner and saw a bum there. He had a little color to him. Perfect. Reaching out with her fingers, she felt herself take over and slid out to lay on the flat of the roof, seeing through his eyes. He was a little too drunk to really resist as she commanded the poor slob to grab a two-by four and lurk by the corner, waiting for Ichigo to come closer.

"Let's dance pretty boy," she whispered softly. "You need blood on your hands."

[suppressthedark]

Blood on his hands? Indeed. That was what he wanted, after all.

But for now, he wasn't too concerned, having played with a few people already. And the last thing he was expecting was to be attacked by anyone other than a fellow traveler.

Step, step, step...soon, he'll be passing by that corner.

[samantha_grey]

The bum's hearing wasn't that great, but in the end it was sufficient to do the trick. His head was bleary, more than bleary enough to make the person controlling him feel a little light head. Still, she did have control enough for this.

As he was near the corner, those battle-honed reflexes of his (along with his much more enhanced speed) would be aware of the fact that there was a dirty, unwashed bastard trying to send that two-by-four right into his gut.

Some people had strange ways of introducing themselves.

[suppressthedark]

Well. That certainly caught his attention, and he leaps back, taking out his daito and striking out in the same motion.

"Th' hell? Ya got a deathwish or something?"

[samantha_grey]

She didn't hold the same level of control needed to manipulate his mouth. And so, the answer seemed very decidedly like the peron she was controlling had completely lost it. With a terrified and maddened roar, he lunged towards Ichigo, his shirt damaged and the half destroyed board still waving around in his hands.

She idly wondered if he would hold back.

[suppressthedark]

Hold back? That wasn't in the hollow's vocabulary.

Instead, this time he aimed for the chest, for a quick, deadly stab. He didn't want to fight a nameless drunk-there was no good sport in it.

[samantha_grey]

The man's reflexes weren't good enough to avoid the blow. As it sank home, he shuddered and came to a jarring halt. His hands grabbed onto the haft of the blade and then his eyes went wild. He started screaming bloody murder, coughing and sputtering.

Something wasn't right and he was trying to jerk his way free, though the light was quickly fading from his eyes, even as Samantha just remained still on top of the roof, out of sight, a twisted smile on her face. Somehow, she expected this would not make Ichigo's wake up call any easier.

[suppressthedark]

He frowned, yanking the blade out of the man and kicking him back, not worried in the least about the dying man or his screams.

"Crazy bastard," he muttered, shaking the blood off his sword. For the moment, he didn't expect anything else to happen. Some drunk tried to fight him and regretted it at the last moment-nothing new.

[samantha_grey]

Samantha, pulled back to herself and her senses, rolled around until she was on her belly. She quietly looked over the roof out at the surrounding area without looking directly at him or over the edge. She was curious if there were any frightened, cowering souls that she could turn to her own ends, or if this would be the end of her fun. She craved to see the pain he felt over the senseless slaughter when it was over, even if she wouldn't.