A change of heart.
Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 3:28 am
((Continued from Don't Wait Up For Me))
Garry Dodd had been running down the expressway, when he heard a sizzling sound from inside his pack. It appeared that the chemicals were not sealed enough, and began melting through his bag.
"What the hell? I thought I...-"
The sizzle-hiss of the acid became louder. Garry stopped in his tracks. Suddenly, the side pocket of the bag burst open, and all the chemical vials flew to the ground, exploding in a burst of acid. A few small dots of the acid hit his leg.
"Ah...FUCK!" He yelled, feeling a sharp pain in his leg. Then, for the third time on the island, Garry would experience the painful shock of an explosion.
---
((Continued From: It's A Long And Winding Road))
Derrin ran down the expressway, towards what he heard to be an explosion.
Not again...
---
The explosion from the acid launched Garry far away from where he was standing. By this point, he had been hit in the face with a log, a glass ball, debris from an exploding chemical factory, and jumped out of a window, finally to be blown up by his own chemical cocktail.
Not a fun day.
---
Derrin saw a black shape above him, but he couldn't make it out. It appeared to be a-
*THUD*
---
My head... Damnit Garry, why keep dangerous explosives close to you, WHY? It makes no fucking sense*
Garry weakly got up and instantly recognised the boy. Derrin...Istoli? He looked so innocent.
"Hello, my unlucky friend." He grinned. At that point, one of Garry's more violent ideas took heed.
The sadistic side of Garry Dodd is one rarely seen, yet known among his fellow students that look upon it in fear and disgust.
Garry sat Derrin against a concrete barricade at the side of the expressway. This was going to be a fun little...warning... to Garry's potential enemies.
The time to play Survival Of The Fittest, is now.
He unsheathed his fighting knife. Methodically, he began to make a series of symmetrical cuts across his chest and arms. Derrin would feel pain like none before when he awoke. They were shallow cuts, enough to be excruciatingly painful, and yet not too debilitating of an injury. All the better.
Minutes passed by. Derrin now had horrible slices all across his body. From his scalp to his toes, he bled. Small drops, nothing more. Garry wanted him to live. Live with the suffering and be able to tell the tale to anyone he passed on the island. Garry smiled, confident that people would fear him after what happened to poor, innocent Derrin Istoli.
---
Derrin was unconcious. The force of Garry landing on him had all but broken every bone in his body.
Jeff, on the other hand, was happy. In his little dreamworld, Derrin was suffering, and he was able to find a weak point in the mental brick wall that Derrin established with the drugs. Jeff broke through, although when he awoke, it was not what he had expected.
Jeff awoke to find himself lying against a tree, with his shirt off and... what's this? His skin had been shallowly sliced and diced. Looking up, he saw a tall boy with a bloody knife in his hand, a psychotic grin on his face.
Jeff got angry. And when Jeff is angry.. people get hurt.
---
Garry was startled to see that the boy whom he had made sure would be in a perminent state of torture rise up and strike him in the face.
Garry retaliated by smacking him with the back of his hand. Derrin fell over almost instantly, all of "his" strength put into hitting Garry in the face.
"Well fuck you too, Derrin."
((Continued Elsewhere))
----
Jeff was knocked over onto the side of the road by the backhand strike of this...this psychopath, Garry Dodd.
I'll get you one day you psychotic bastard.. I WIll KILL YOU!!
((OOC: * Sorry guys, misread the rules.))
Garry Dodd had been running down the expressway, when he heard a sizzling sound from inside his pack. It appeared that the chemicals were not sealed enough, and began melting through his bag.
"What the hell? I thought I...-"
The sizzle-hiss of the acid became louder. Garry stopped in his tracks. Suddenly, the side pocket of the bag burst open, and all the chemical vials flew to the ground, exploding in a burst of acid. A few small dots of the acid hit his leg.
"Ah...FUCK!" He yelled, feeling a sharp pain in his leg. Then, for the third time on the island, Garry would experience the painful shock of an explosion.
---
((Continued From: It's A Long And Winding Road))
Derrin ran down the expressway, towards what he heard to be an explosion.
Not again...
---
The explosion from the acid launched Garry far away from where he was standing. By this point, he had been hit in the face with a log, a glass ball, debris from an exploding chemical factory, and jumped out of a window, finally to be blown up by his own chemical cocktail.
Not a fun day.
---
Derrin saw a black shape above him, but he couldn't make it out. It appeared to be a-
*THUD*
---
My head... Damnit Garry, why keep dangerous explosives close to you, WHY? It makes no fucking sense*
Garry weakly got up and instantly recognised the boy. Derrin...Istoli? He looked so innocent.
"Hello, my unlucky friend." He grinned. At that point, one of Garry's more violent ideas took heed.
The sadistic side of Garry Dodd is one rarely seen, yet known among his fellow students that look upon it in fear and disgust.
Garry sat Derrin against a concrete barricade at the side of the expressway. This was going to be a fun little...warning... to Garry's potential enemies.
The time to play Survival Of The Fittest, is now.
He unsheathed his fighting knife. Methodically, he began to make a series of symmetrical cuts across his chest and arms. Derrin would feel pain like none before when he awoke. They were shallow cuts, enough to be excruciatingly painful, and yet not too debilitating of an injury. All the better.
Minutes passed by. Derrin now had horrible slices all across his body. From his scalp to his toes, he bled. Small drops, nothing more. Garry wanted him to live. Live with the suffering and be able to tell the tale to anyone he passed on the island. Garry smiled, confident that people would fear him after what happened to poor, innocent Derrin Istoli.
---
Derrin was unconcious. The force of Garry landing on him had all but broken every bone in his body.
Jeff, on the other hand, was happy. In his little dreamworld, Derrin was suffering, and he was able to find a weak point in the mental brick wall that Derrin established with the drugs. Jeff broke through, although when he awoke, it was not what he had expected.
Jeff awoke to find himself lying against a tree, with his shirt off and... what's this? His skin had been shallowly sliced and diced. Looking up, he saw a tall boy with a bloody knife in his hand, a psychotic grin on his face.
Jeff got angry. And when Jeff is angry.. people get hurt.
---
Garry was startled to see that the boy whom he had made sure would be in a perminent state of torture rise up and strike him in the face.
Garry retaliated by smacking him with the back of his hand. Derrin fell over almost instantly, all of "his" strength put into hitting Garry in the face.
"Well fuck you too, Derrin."
((Continued Elsewhere))
----
Jeff was knocked over onto the side of the road by the backhand strike of this...this psychopath, Garry Dodd.
I'll get you one day you psychotic bastard.. I WIll KILL YOU!!
((OOC: * Sorry guys, misread the rules.))