| The Psychopath, the Ronin, and the Hobo.; Rumble, Hobo, and Me. | |
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| Post #1 May 25 2010, 11:42 PM | Max |
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Helios was high in the sky. It was close to noon and the desert’s temperature was skyrocketing. Soon it would be too hot for a human to be outside. Most humans were already inside. However, one still sat outside. His name was Max. The people of Hope knew little about him. He was an enigma, but then again, many people who were damned to the hellhole that was Nowhere were the types to keep to themselves. Max, however, wasn’t; he interacted with the villagers. At least he did before they realized he was the reason some people ended up dead. Now he would appear in town for a few days, relaxing and then disappearing into the horizon again. Today was one of the relaxing days. Max had a reason that he did what he did. Whenever he killed a man, he would come to Hope for a celebration of sorts. He would sleep in an abandoned house and would steal food and water, enough for him for weeks. Max currently was on top of his house. It was his house as others refused to stay in it because they didn’t want to risk angering the young man. Max was not in a good mood, and that wasn’t good for those around him. Whenever the young man was in a bad mood, people usually died as it entertained him. The psychopath jumped off the roof and walked inside a building. Inside were a man, a woman, and a child. The deranged killer grinned underneath his bandages and grabbed a knife that was on the counter. With a glint that could only be read as murderous insanity in Max’s one visible eye, the youth advanced on the child, grabbing him by the hair. With a sickening noise, Max slid the knife across the child’s back, ripping his shirt and skin. The psychopath brought the knife up and licked the blood on it before plunging it into the child’s back, killing him. For the first time in days Max began to laugh. The horror and pain on the two adult’s face was ecstasy for the young psychopath as he walked out the door covered in blood, still holding the knife, and still laughing uncontrollably. Edited by Max, May 25 2010, 11:42 PM.
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| Post #2 May 26 2010, 12:21 AM | Mr Rumble |
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Incredible… The words escaped from the pink lips of a dark haired women. She sat down on a near balcony with one leg hanging down. She looked down as the man left the house with blood drooling from his mouth. She closed her eyes as her ‘Feng’ (weapon) was sitting next to her. She breathed in and out deeply as she mover her left hand to touch over her tattoo which layered her whole right arm. Starting at the shoulder she stopped at one mark that resembled a pinwheel flower bud. Zeke… the female muttered. It was the name of a blind teen male who never saw it coming. Just an hour before she reassured him everything would be alright. The comfort of another guarding and reassuring you was a warmth feeling indeed; only to have it torn from your very grasp by the hands of misfortune. OIver hearing what happened in the household Katana stood on her feet as the wind blew gently causing some sand to float around above her. She stepped forward off the balcony with weapon in hand. She slung the sling around her torso as it strapped across her body with the actual sheath on her left backside. She eyed down the individual that stood in front of her a few yards and began to walk forward. He took a life it seemed and shown no remorse, in fact he felt joy where others felt pain. He felt happiness where others were deprived; this man was just like those men that day. This man needed to be stopped. Katana walked closer and closer to him as the sand picked up after each step she took. Stopping before a few feet, she took a hand and put it gently over the sheath of her weapon as each finger splayed and firmly gripped the base of the set. She started to pull then remembered why she was here. She wanted to do something; she needed to do something but she wouldn’t move. She wouldn’t budge and for what reason? Hesitation had to be it. Was it the same hesitation that held her back from saving Zeke that time? It had to be which is what she thought to herself and with that she slowly took her hand down and continued to walk pass the man that obviously had some deep routed joy from the pain of others. She stopped a foot after him, still facing the other way and began to speak to the man in a soft but firm tone. All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a pain speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. Looking down and then moving her right eye back at the mans direction; The shadow of death is following you. At any moment you will be the object of that which you conduct, death… With that said she sighed softly and continued walking past him slowly. The words she spoke were from a book she once read. They were one of the many quotes that goes through her head as she sits anywhere in nowhere. Hopefully they reach this man and not just sit in nowhere. |
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| Post #3 May 26 2010, 04:21 PM | Hobo |
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Johnny watched the situation with mild interest. Inwardly he was considering the moral issues of the whole situation. The young man had killed that child without a lick of remorse. Then again, it really didn't matter to him. As long as the young man didn't try anything in Johnny's direction he really didn't care what he did. Watched with interest as he walked down the street, blood coating his skin and a skip in his step. What bliss madness must be, he'd have to try it one day. He got to his feet and began to walk away, slowly that is, his cane leading the way. It was at that moment that the young woman walked past the killer. She confronted him and muttered some things. Johnny pretended not to hear them. Instead he was more interested in something else. As the young woman began to walk away he slipped up in front of her, a goofy grin on his face revealing one of his missing teeth. Today he was wearing a brightly colored silk shirt with many tropical plants emblazoned all over it. That with his shorts and his sandals he was a sight with his beer belly, white hair and scruffy beard/moustache. He laughed his airy snorty laugh and made gripping motions with his hands. "Hey hey hey, where are you going little missy with that beauuuuutiful body of yours?" He asked, feigning drunkenness. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the Psychopath carefully. Edited by Hobo, May 26 2010, 04:28 PM.
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| Post #4 May 26 2010, 05:16 PM | Max |
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Maximus began to laugh even harder when the young woman approached him and told him that death would meet him for being evil. The girl had no idea who Max was, or what he was. Obviously she was new to Hope and to Nowhere, for all knew of the demon that was Max. Most feared, and some thought they could defeat him. The latter ones always ended up dead of course. Smiling under his bandages, Max dropped the knife to the ground. He wouldn’t need it anymore. He had killed, and now was in a good mood. Besides, that knife wouldn’t do anything against the girl’s katana. Max was insane, but not stupid. He would need to acquire some way of defending himself against others with large sharp weapons. Usually Max killed defenseless victims, but he had a feeling his life would soon change, especially when he wanted to leave this hellhole of Nowhere. Then, it struck him. This woman could help him. Help him leave Nowhere and return to the rest of the world where he could truly bring chaos. Chaos already existed in Nowhere; he was needed elsewhere to bring its glory onto others. Walking up to his future ally, Max saw an old man approach the woman, crudely and drunkenly hitting on her. He seemed to have no purpose and an urge to kill rose in the demon. Max ignored it; killing the old man would only make his job of escaping Nowhere harder. There was such a thing as strength in numbers, and three was greater than one, even if one of the three was a lecherous drunken old man. It was hard for Max to repress his urge to kill, he rarely did it, and each time it pained him, which only led to him reaching an even higher stage of murderous rage. However, this time it seemed easy. Perhaps it was because he wished to use these two, or perhaps Max was becoming saner. No, it was the former, there’s no way Max will ever be a sane creature. In his gravelly, unused voice, Max began to talk, loud enough for the two to hear him. “You want out of Nowhere? Because I sure as Void do, and I can’t do it alone, together we might be able to.” Max wasn’t one for talking, his words were simple, to the point, and he didn’t care. He said what he needed to say, he wasn’t one to flower up his speech like others. Murder was his form of art, and he was a master at it, not words. |
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| Post #5 May 29 2010, 12:38 AM | Mr Rumble |
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The appearance of another man made the situation less ‘heavy’ one might say. Katana looked him over as he cackled and noted about her body. She sighed and steeped around him. She stopped at the elderly back as the killer spoke, resonating his voice with her ears and possibly the old mans, and that is if he could hear clearly. He noted some sort of alliance with herself and the old man just to get out of what they call ‘Nowhere’. She turned halfway to look the man down that spoke. Blood was still in the air as she darted her eyes back and forth between the two men before her. On one hand she had undoubtedly a pervert that was old. How could the killer even trust in him, what if he kicks the bucket before anything or while anything happens. It wasn’t smart and had no taste in it. You could tell he was desperate to get out of here and do something but what? That is what Katana needed to find out. On the other end the other man had to reason to even accept the offer. He only appeared because of katana, so his interests were clear here as he didn’t even pay attention to the younger guy close to him right now. The two were characters indeed, straight out of a bottle rocket. Another thing that happened that surprised Katana is the killer did not attack her after she spoke to him. Usually one that was crazy and deranged would not have cared at all. He obviously noticed the blade she had with her so she figured he had some sort of intelligence with him. Together we might be able to? Lao Zuse says… In the body we are caged from all our inner ambitions and in the mind we are all free from contemplation.’ She turns completely facing the killer near her. ‘If you do not know where you are going, every road will lead you nowhere.. Crossing her arms she ends with a raised eyebrow. You want me and the elderly to accompany yet you do not know our names, know what we are capable of. For all you know, this could just be a hilt with no blade attached for it and his cane could be a hidden sword. So your willing to trust two people who’ve you known for two minutes with watching your back and helping you out. What is it that you are after, or is there nothing you are after? Here eyes watched the men in front of her. How would they react to her actions? She needed to find this answer for them to get her answer. She had an idea but it was just a thesis. |
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| Post #6 Jun 5 2010, 11:27 PM | Max |
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At the mention of fighting to escape, the strange old man walked away. It seemed he wanted no part in the project of escape from Nowhere. Which was fine by Max, he didn’t want cowards with him. He wanted people who were brave enough to die, and allow Max to use their deaths to escape. He needed to get out of Nowhere so he could bring his chaos onto the whole world. The more who entered into a state of chaos, the easier it would be for Max to kill and sate his thirst for blood and addiction to the thrill of the hunt. Max began to laugh again when the woman talked. She was so serious and it entertained the sociopath. His laugh would be considered sickening by many, it was clearly a laugh of one with a deranged mind, and Max surely had an abnormal mind. He didn’t care about these people, not even if they could fight. “I want to leave Nowhere to get the one who put me here. Besides who wouldn’t want to leave; I could build an army of people to attack the guards and escape this place. And build an army I will, I will escape this place.” There wasn’t anything else to say. Max wasn’t a speaker, he was a doer. He didn’t speak with the old man who was going to train him much, he just went there. He wouldn’t speak much with the woman in front of him; he would just have her join him. He wouldn’t speak to the guards when he left Nowhere; he would just kill them. Edited by Max, Jun 5 2010, 11:28 PM.
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| Post #7 Jun 6 2010, 05:24 AM | Mr Rumble |
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Katana closes her eyes. She moves her left hand over her sheath and the right hand grasps the hilt and slowly releases Feng from its chamber. As she slowly draws the blade out, Katana speaks aloud. ‘Iron, carbon, manganese, chromium, vanadium, and tungsten…’ She fully releases the blade and holds her blade counter-clockwise across her face with the blade shining light in front of her face. ‘These compound elements formed together make the alloy known as steel. This alloy is further compressed to make what m y blade is made out of, stainless steel.’ Lowering her blade down to her feet and sticking the blade within the ground so that the head of feng is seen. ‘This may mean nothing to you but the sheer artwork of stainless steel when formed to make a katana as beautiful as my Feng here is similar to that which you desire. You desire chaos where peace is maintained. You desire disruption where subtlety is given. And most of all; you relish the value of death more so than the prosperity of a child.’ Katana takes a breather and sighs. ‘You should not be allowed to leave this place. Nowhere is best for where you stay at, yet you push and push and push. And now you ask me, another of the Branded to help you after I’ve witnessed to you slaughtering a helpless *cub*. You’re a despicable person and If I had any mind to atone for the mistakes and sins I have committed, I should put you down right where you stand, unarmed just like that boy.’ She circles the blade as she rests her hand around the hilt of Feng and began to lifts it up to the sky. As it ascends from the ground dirt is knocked out the way. ‘I have no say on what you have done or what you will do when you get out of here. I would like to be able to see life flourish again although I don’t agree with your methods. To ascend from this hell-hole I will have to ally myself with one such as yourself.’ She turns around and places Feng’s Katana at his throat point first. ‘But make no mistake about it, You will cease this Killing while you are within my presence and if you turn your back and try to betray me, my new lifelong goal will be to decimate your body so much as to the people you have damned to eternal pain will not even be able to recognize any morsel of the shell you used to be…. Do I make myself clear? |
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| Post #8 Jun 10 2010, 12:26 AM | Max |
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Max sat there as this woman talked. She talked of honor and peace and him being despicable. She threatened his life and nothing arose from him, nothing at all. She could not scare a sociopath, she could not scare Max. Nothing scared him. There was no creature that scared Max into staying in at night. He was that creature, and humanity was his plaything. This woman seemed to not understand his intentions. She thought his killing was completely random and chaotic, he was no mindless brute. At least not always, when the urge for him to kill grew too high, he would take the life of a random human, but usually he had a plan, a well orchestrated plan. Max pushed the blade away from his neck and approached the woman, getting to where their faces were almost touching. She smelled unlike the others who were here. She was not evil like most that were in Nowhere. She was good; she carried a brand for a wrong reason. “Dear Samurai, know that you are wrong. Death is an art, and Chaos is the purest expression of your humanity. Why deny the purity of your kind and accept useless stagnation and repression. I seek to demolish that, to allow each person the pleasure of grasping their full potential in the way all of humanity was meant to, by surviving and evolving into the fittest. Only let the strong live and then humanity will become stronger for it.” Before he stepped back he laughed again, and placed a peck on the woman’s cheek through his bandaged face. When he quickly stepped back he continued, “Also know Samurai, that you are the only reason the poor dregs live. Only the strong should survive and you are the protector of the weak. Keep them safe, or I may kill them.” |
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