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capencowl20202020-01-27 03:47 am
golisolation) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-27 03:47 am
This May As Well Happen...
WHO: Guzma + Lillie
WHERE: The city somewhere.
WHEN: Towards the end of the event
WHAT: Guzma's lost Tupp, Lucina, and apparently Archie. He's having a hard damn time about it, and then Lillie shows up.
WARNINGS: Cursing, death mention, will update as needed!!
[Tupp, Lucina, Archie...this is all like a horrible nightmare, but he can't seem to wake up. Everything hurts too much to truly be a dream, the danger is very real, and he's too much of a coward to just let himself die. So he keeps fighting, and has continued to fight, channeling his grief and sorrow into anger and vengeance.
Too weak to save them, yet he always finds the strength to survive. It's like a sick cosmic joke, and it's only the cosmos that's laughing, and it seems they weren't quite done with their stand up routine, because in the next few moments he'll run into something even more unexpected than Archie's lifeless carcass.
As he rounds a corner, cigarette in his mouth (because fuck it, he needs something, and not something that'll debilitate him), he doesn't notice that the alleyway isn't empty. It's dark, it's raining, and he's more focused on keeping an eye out for his (possible) pursuers, than necessarily a little girl. A little girl who is entirely too familiar, or so he'd realize if he was looking. Instead he keeps his gaze away from her as he dunks behind a dumpster, obscuring himself from the view of those who might peer down the alley.
As he pops a squat for a moment, taking a breather, his eyes fall to the puddles in the pavement. The slight glow from his cigarette and the ambient light from the street lights are enough to keep it from being entirely pitch black, thus he can see his vague and rippled reflection in them. His gaze hardens with something akin to hatred, and with a whispered curse under his breath, he balls his fist. With one hand, he holds that cigarette in place effectively covering the lower half of his face, while the other he slams into his thigh a few times. Not unlike someone might do to the armrests of a chair were they throwing some sort of tantrum.
It's certainly something to play witness to for most people, but for someone like Lillie, well...it might be something a little familiar than just the sight of the man himself. Even with his hood up, to those who know him, he's pretty easy to recognize.
And if that wasn't enough, as he's hitting himself in the leg, those whispered curses are becoming a little more audible:]
Dammit, Guzma! Of course you'd be the only one left. Fuckin' coward, now ain't the time to be hidin'—but that's all you're good for, HUH?
Shit!
[And at the end of that, he tosses his cigarette away from him, letting his hands scrub back into his hair, under his hood as he basically curls in on himself.
What a sorry sight...]
WHERE: The city somewhere.
WHEN: Towards the end of the event
WHAT: Guzma's lost Tupp, Lucina, and apparently Archie. He's having a hard damn time about it, and then Lillie shows up.
WARNINGS: Cursing, death mention, will update as needed!!
[Tupp, Lucina, Archie...this is all like a horrible nightmare, but he can't seem to wake up. Everything hurts too much to truly be a dream, the danger is very real, and he's too much of a coward to just let himself die. So he keeps fighting, and has continued to fight, channeling his grief and sorrow into anger and vengeance.
Too weak to save them, yet he always finds the strength to survive. It's like a sick cosmic joke, and it's only the cosmos that's laughing, and it seems they weren't quite done with their stand up routine, because in the next few moments he'll run into something even more unexpected than Archie's lifeless carcass.
As he rounds a corner, cigarette in his mouth (because fuck it, he needs something, and not something that'll debilitate him), he doesn't notice that the alleyway isn't empty. It's dark, it's raining, and he's more focused on keeping an eye out for his (possible) pursuers, than necessarily a little girl. A little girl who is entirely too familiar, or so he'd realize if he was looking. Instead he keeps his gaze away from her as he dunks behind a dumpster, obscuring himself from the view of those who might peer down the alley.
As he pops a squat for a moment, taking a breather, his eyes fall to the puddles in the pavement. The slight glow from his cigarette and the ambient light from the street lights are enough to keep it from being entirely pitch black, thus he can see his vague and rippled reflection in them. His gaze hardens with something akin to hatred, and with a whispered curse under his breath, he balls his fist. With one hand, he holds that cigarette in place effectively covering the lower half of his face, while the other he slams into his thigh a few times. Not unlike someone might do to the armrests of a chair were they throwing some sort of tantrum.
It's certainly something to play witness to for most people, but for someone like Lillie, well...it might be something a little familiar than just the sight of the man himself. Even with his hood up, to those who know him, he's pretty easy to recognize.
And if that wasn't enough, as he's hitting himself in the leg, those whispered curses are becoming a little more audible:]
Dammit, Guzma! Of course you'd be the only one left. Fuckin' coward, now ain't the time to be hidin'—but that's all you're good for, HUH?
Shit!
[And at the end of that, he tosses his cigarette away from him, letting his hands scrub back into his hair, under his hood as he basically curls in on himself.
What a sorry sight...]