Post by Paul "Mosaic" Vasquez on Jul 8, 2014 15:52:53 GMT -8
'Go forth'
Simple directions played in the jester's mind. The streets of downtown New York festered with many things, and Mosaic (as he went by) was about to add to the crime rate. Here he was minding his own business when orders rang out in his head. "Slay the dogs...Oooh slay. The. Mutts." he mumbled with a crooked grin. His entire outfit was like a bleached out joker, his face held the jester design to it, although oddly creepy-looking as green eyes inspected the world around himself. A homeless person of fair skin was wandering down the alleyway as the demented man on the scaffolding above withdrew two nicely sized dagger from their sheathes. Everything was done mostly in silence, save for the airy chuckle that echoed down into the alley. The unsuspecting male stopped when he heard the sound, seconds later he had legs wrapping around his throat as both daggers pierced each eye. Blood spurted out and as the victim fell backwards from the weight and the impact, Mosaic gracefully hopped onto the person's chest, continuing his brutal assault of stabbing their eyes into a gory crimson soup. There were screams of course, plenty of cries for help; however, a few hard punches to pressure points on the chest had the male gasping and coughing up blood. "Ah, the art. How pretty this eve? Shall I make a work of YOU too?" he asked himself, his outfit lacking any blood on it despite the fact that it had splattered just about everywhere. The civilian he downed was having a hell of a time speaking. Mosaic merely smiled widely from ear to ear watching the being struggle as he was crouched on the fallen male's chest.
Simple directions played in the jester's mind. The streets of downtown New York festered with many things, and Mosaic (as he went by) was about to add to the crime rate. Here he was minding his own business when orders rang out in his head. "Slay the dogs...Oooh slay. The. Mutts." he mumbled with a crooked grin. His entire outfit was like a bleached out joker, his face held the jester design to it, although oddly creepy-looking as green eyes inspected the world around himself. A homeless person of fair skin was wandering down the alleyway as the demented man on the scaffolding above withdrew two nicely sized dagger from their sheathes. Everything was done mostly in silence, save for the airy chuckle that echoed down into the alley. The unsuspecting male stopped when he heard the sound, seconds later he had legs wrapping around his throat as both daggers pierced each eye. Blood spurted out and as the victim fell backwards from the weight and the impact, Mosaic gracefully hopped onto the person's chest, continuing his brutal assault of stabbing their eyes into a gory crimson soup. There were screams of course, plenty of cries for help; however, a few hard punches to pressure points on the chest had the male gasping and coughing up blood. "Ah, the art. How pretty this eve? Shall I make a work of YOU too?" he asked himself, his outfit lacking any blood on it despite the fact that it had splattered just about everywhere. The civilian he downed was having a hell of a time speaking. Mosaic merely smiled widely from ear to ear watching the being struggle as he was crouched on the fallen male's chest.