05-17-2019, 05:18 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]Bones was bored out of his fucking skull, but putting a bullet in Tyd's wouldn't fix it. Death wasn't entertaining- the process was, and Tyd wasn't someone Bones wanted to see jerking through his death throes on the concrete. Bones had a whole list of people who came first, who'd make it so much more satisfying because they would be pathetic. Tyd had been too close to death for too long to think it wasn't inevitable. People might like to say they knew everyone died, but never handled it well when it was their turn. Not that Bones was complaining, really; that was what made their choking all the more amusing, because they tried to live in the moments when it counted the least. Could've done something before they started spilling out over the floor or blinking through black spots.
But they didn't, and Bones got a kick out of it, to say the least. They lost because they weren't prepared to; Bones won because he was. And he was so goddamn bored here because he didn't see any of that. He saw pointless stubbornness at holding onto shit, and living that shit. Didn't see the life in white-knuckling it. Fear, yeah. Plenty.
"Fuck. You can say it. No one gives a shit. Lot more pleasant to the ear." Normally, wouldn't give a shit about that, either, but there were a few things he had damns for- usually the ones people died for. Namely saying a few things entirely similar in sound save for a vowel. Fuck was clearer. Less room for hearing it wrong. "Fuck. Fucking. Fucker. Fucks."
He leaned up against the wall, the pair of them in his line of sight with some room left over. Didn't really have to worry so much; everybody'd shown their teeth a while ago and lost them since- what little they'd had. Tyd wasn't the docile pet some of them thought he was, either; didn't have to wait for a look from Bones to twist their lights out with a wire that'd leave their corpse with a grin better than anything else they'd worn.
But they didn't, and Bones got a kick out of it, to say the least. They lost because they weren't prepared to; Bones won because he was. And he was so goddamn bored here because he didn't see any of that. He saw pointless stubbornness at holding onto shit, and living that shit. Didn't see the life in white-knuckling it. Fear, yeah. Plenty.
"Fuck. You can say it. No one gives a shit. Lot more pleasant to the ear." Normally, wouldn't give a shit about that, either, but there were a few things he had damns for- usually the ones people died for. Namely saying a few things entirely similar in sound save for a vowel. Fuck was clearer. Less room for hearing it wrong. "Fuck. Fucking. Fucker. Fucks."
He leaned up against the wall, the pair of them in his line of sight with some room left over. Didn't really have to worry so much; everybody'd shown their teeth a while ago and lost them since- what little they'd had. Tyd wasn't the docile pet some of them thought he was, either; didn't have to wait for a look from Bones to twist their lights out with a wire that'd leave their corpse with a grin better than anything else they'd worn.
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[div style="max-width:;font-size:18pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]A GUN FOR A MOUTH
[div style="max-width:;font-size:18pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]A GUN FOR A MOUTH