09-13-2017, 07:12 PM
[align=center][div style="width:500px; text-align:justify;"]It was a Led Zeppelin song, blaring in his ears. Moby Dick, basically an entire drum solo the majority of the song's lengthy length. The rapid beating was a way to tune out the own frequent rapid beating of his own heart he heard so often, and raised the man's confidence as he looked around the lonely street to just as lonesome buildings.
Boneyard directed his attention to the man who approached him first. He looked to be about the same size as Bones, but he was clutching his shoulder- obviously injured. He couldn't help but scoff as the stranger took to grasping something Bones would only assume was a weapon behind his back. Hazel eyes narrowed for a milisecond at the other's tone, but his agitation was suppressed by a thin smile, and a slight tilt of his head. "Time of the essence?" He cooed curiously. The drums sped up, hit after hit after hit upon the thick skin. "Name's Bones-" He stops as he notices another figure hobbling up. Were these guys ambushed or something? Christ, he hoped he'd picked the right group here. Hopefully they weren't all as weak as they currently seemed.
"Drop my weapons?" Bones echoed. "You know how much I paid for this gun?" Bones scoffed. "Got me fucked up, kid." He drew the gun, and unloaded the mag, before sheathing it again. Bones waved the mag in the air, eyeing Cecil as he shot him a smirk. "Better?" Bones felt the ordeal laughable- if he wanted to shoot them, he would've done it by now; afterall, Wolfbite's shoulder was a perfect target if he wished it so.
"Don't got any affiliations- a problem I came here to fix. I'm looking to join this place-" He looked back to Cecil now, flashing him another lopsided grin. "Not light it up."
Boneyard directed his attention to the man who approached him first. He looked to be about the same size as Bones, but he was clutching his shoulder- obviously injured. He couldn't help but scoff as the stranger took to grasping something Bones would only assume was a weapon behind his back. Hazel eyes narrowed for a milisecond at the other's tone, but his agitation was suppressed by a thin smile, and a slight tilt of his head. "Time of the essence?" He cooed curiously. The drums sped up, hit after hit after hit upon the thick skin. "Name's Bones-" He stops as he notices another figure hobbling up. Were these guys ambushed or something? Christ, he hoped he'd picked the right group here. Hopefully they weren't all as weak as they currently seemed.
"Drop my weapons?" Bones echoed. "You know how much I paid for this gun?" Bones scoffed. "Got me fucked up, kid." He drew the gun, and unloaded the mag, before sheathing it again. Bones waved the mag in the air, eyeing Cecil as he shot him a smirk. "Better?" Bones felt the ordeal laughable- if he wanted to shoot them, he would've done it by now; afterall, Wolfbite's shoulder was a perfect target if he wished it so.
"Don't got any affiliations- a problem I came here to fix. I'm looking to join this place-" He looked back to Cecil now, flashing him another lopsided grin. "Not light it up."