Post by skallagrim on Sept 16, 2009 2:23:35 GMT -5
(Rated M for the use of language)
"Pfft. What the hell are they fucking thinking, are they in-fucking-sane?" The words were spoken under his breath as the soldier slammed his fist into the front of the Pepsi machine, shattering the thin plexi-glass shield. Soon after came the pop-snap sound of a can of soda being opened could be heard, almost echoing in the lobby. "Ah, nothing beats good ol' Mountain Dew, even if it is warm." Hmm, could it be that something so simple as a soda could calm him down? Yeah right.
The Super made his way up the stairs. He had never been in this building, hell, he had not even heard of it. It was established while he was in the deep freeze of cryo-stasis, and thus unknown to him. But if this was where the Human council met to discuss things, then it might as well of been his new home. It seemed he was the only "sane" one after all. "What a fucking shit hole. Mother fuckers didn't even know how to keep the immortals inline and now they want to establish some sort of god damn peace. Idiots."
Merrik couldn't hardly believe his eyes. They actually had little rooms, little offices for "ambassadors" of each race to have little tea parties and what not. But Why? Why the hell was this place created? Wolves, vampires, Immortals in general were all the same. They thought themselves to be gods, above the food chain, above humanity. They thought they could go bump in the night and get away with it. Like hell they would. So as the uniformed man made his way into the council chamber, Sorrow in one hand, and the half can of MD in the other, he caught a glimpse of something. A photograph of the councils, it seemed the wolves were led by some silver haired punk. Wow, how typical. Though it made him wonder, was that wolf still alive, was that the wolf who wanted peace with humanity, or was it all just a setup, a way to get a hold of a new food supply in this rotting world.
"That looks like a nice seat." He said as he plopped down in one of the few chairs left unmarked. He always liked these leather covered rolly chairs, they were so fun to spin in, even when you were pissed off at the world.
"I wonder if she is coming." His thoughts became spoken words as he pressed the can to his lips and sucked it down while twirling around in the chair. "I hope she does, I have much to talk about with her. Its time her and I had a little chat about how things ought to be. Cuz, newsflash, the wolves are barbarian creatures, no better than feral kittens, looking for something to chew on. And that Brick, he has another thign coming. If he thinks he can push me around, he is dead wrong, and I mean DEAD. I'm going kill him, I don't care." One side of the conversation played out in his head, if anyone could hear him, it was like he was talking to someone, but nobody else was around.
"Pfft. What the hell are they fucking thinking, are they in-fucking-sane?" The words were spoken under his breath as the soldier slammed his fist into the front of the Pepsi machine, shattering the thin plexi-glass shield. Soon after came the pop-snap sound of a can of soda being opened could be heard, almost echoing in the lobby. "Ah, nothing beats good ol' Mountain Dew, even if it is warm." Hmm, could it be that something so simple as a soda could calm him down? Yeah right.
The Super made his way up the stairs. He had never been in this building, hell, he had not even heard of it. It was established while he was in the deep freeze of cryo-stasis, and thus unknown to him. But if this was where the Human council met to discuss things, then it might as well of been his new home. It seemed he was the only "sane" one after all. "What a fucking shit hole. Mother fuckers didn't even know how to keep the immortals inline and now they want to establish some sort of god damn peace. Idiots."
Merrik couldn't hardly believe his eyes. They actually had little rooms, little offices for "ambassadors" of each race to have little tea parties and what not. But Why? Why the hell was this place created? Wolves, vampires, Immortals in general were all the same. They thought themselves to be gods, above the food chain, above humanity. They thought they could go bump in the night and get away with it. Like hell they would. So as the uniformed man made his way into the council chamber, Sorrow in one hand, and the half can of MD in the other, he caught a glimpse of something. A photograph of the councils, it seemed the wolves were led by some silver haired punk. Wow, how typical. Though it made him wonder, was that wolf still alive, was that the wolf who wanted peace with humanity, or was it all just a setup, a way to get a hold of a new food supply in this rotting world.
"That looks like a nice seat." He said as he plopped down in one of the few chairs left unmarked. He always liked these leather covered rolly chairs, they were so fun to spin in, even when you were pissed off at the world.
"I wonder if she is coming." His thoughts became spoken words as he pressed the can to his lips and sucked it down while twirling around in the chair. "I hope she does, I have much to talk about with her. Its time her and I had a little chat about how things ought to be. Cuz, newsflash, the wolves are barbarian creatures, no better than feral kittens, looking for something to chew on. And that Brick, he has another thign coming. If he thinks he can push me around, he is dead wrong, and I mean DEAD. I'm going kill him, I don't care." One side of the conversation played out in his head, if anyone could hear him, it was like he was talking to someone, but nobody else was around.