∞ Hannibal Bad ∞

I’M SO SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE AND LACK OF GETTING REPLIES AND STARTERS DONE.  Please know I’m in uni now and I’m just trying to get everything all squared away. ;^;

This writing event is one that is meant to force us all to focus not on writing our character in interaction with others but instead, on fleshing them out and learning/exposing information about them. So, have lots of fun with it!

rules regarding headcanons:

if you reblog the post, you must send prompts to at least two other people who’ve reblogged it, including the person you reblogged it from (unless it’s me, keke.)

so that everyone can easily read the responses that others are posting (because let’s be real, we all love to creep), tag all headcanon posts with “ssheadcanon”. In addition, consider making an official tag on your blog (though that is NOT necessary).

these responses can be however long you want them to be and the responses can be written in any format you like: short answer, self-para, etc. have fun with this! 

credit for questions: x

Walking with steady steps, his hips swaying unconsciously, Jaejoong was well-aware of all the stares that were laid upon him. He could almost physically feel people’s eyes burning through the fabric of his wine red and almost transparent shirt, or staring unceasingly at his ass which was perfectly benefited from the tight jeans he wore. That annoyed him, even if he had already grown accustomed to it. He scolded himself for forgetting his coat in the club, but he surely didn’t have the slightest intention to go back into that horrid place to retrieve it. One way or another, he would have to ignore people’s hungry glances that seemed to want to eat him alive, at least until he found a store good enough for him to buy a new coat. But seeing as it was already close to midnight, he doubted he’d find any, so unfortunately he’d have to endure it until he got to his apartment. Nice going, Jaejoong. Might as well get your earphones and listen to some music since the night seems to be going from bad to even worst, if that’s possible.

Ok, now focus. Information? Check. Business cellphone? He searched his pockets for the Samsung Galaxy he had received. Check. Private location? He ironically looked around himself with a scoff, glancing at the many people in the street. Not checked… Oh wait, there’s an alley right around that corner. If it’s empty, it’s perfect. Jaejoong turned in the direction of said alley, fastening his pace, anxious to finish this job already and go to his apartment and call it a night as fast as he could. He could say from raw experience that the longest he took to finish a job, the more unexpected things seemed to happen. And those unexpected things, more often than not, were not good.

He was so lost in thought and in such a hurry to make that call, that the feminine man didn’t even notice a large guy following his every move. It would not be too hard to notice, since the guy didn’t even try to hide the fact he was after Jaejoong, but Jaejoong wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings at all. That was one thing he did often, and that always put him in difficult situations. Had he taken the time to look back for a few seconds and check if everything was ok, and he would have avoided yet another unwanted situation. Since he was too preoccupied with his own matters, Jaejoong just kept going to his planned destination, turning into the alley and pulling his cellphone out. He quickly dialed a number he unwillingly knew by heart, and put the phone to his ear, waiting for the other end to pick up.

Not even a minute passed by, and he heard heavy footsteps echoing in the alley. He frowned, suspicious, but waited a few more seconds to see if the person went away. When the sound continued, he turned around to see the large guy standing in front of him, apparently drunk enough to kill someone and not remember he did it. Jaejoong took a shaky step back, shutting his phone and putting it back into his pocket. “What do you want?” The man just laughed drunkenly, stepping closer to Jaejoong, trapping him on one of the walls of the alley. There was one hand on each side of Jaejoong, which restrained his movements. Uh oh, not good. Jaejoong tried to push the man away, but his arms were way too weak for him to have any success. The man pressed himself agaist him, and Jaejoong, already almost panicking, tried to kick him away. It didn’t do any good, and he could feel that disgusting man’s breath next to his face.

Carefully he stalked him, careful not to approach him too much.  But again, the drunken stupor his was in only aided in Rain's cover.  Rain watched his every move, calculated how many breath's he was taking, figured how much alcohol he had consumed just by the overwhelming smell radiating from him.  He looked at all these details and a vision began to play in his mind, a mini movie preview of his kill that would happen in a matter of seconds.  The scene excited him, really.  It was a well thought-out build up to the main event.

In one slick movement, he came up behind the burly man, grabbing him viciously by the scruff of the neck and forcefully dragging him back from the wall.  In a complete state of shock, the oaf began to babble out nonsense, his inaudible words slurred together sounding more like that of a baboon.  Just hearing that unintellectual blabber made Rain laugh.  With the simple flick of the wrist, he sent the man flying to the ground, watching as the worm writhe and squirm as he tried to fight back.  It was almost like tipping a cow onto its back and finding amusement in its struggle he quite bored.  There was no true challenge here aside from the man having difficulty standing back up.

So, with the roll of the eyes, Rain kneeled down, placing both hands on each side of the lugs face, giving him an unwavering stare as he uttered the last few words he would hear.  "You were quite the pathetic show."

“And here I thought, I was going to come home to my prince charming.” Himchan took a step forward near the black body bag. The stench of warm blood and rotting flesh hit his nostrils, making him take a quick step back. His face scrunched in disgust as his eyes carefully scanned the area, finally noticing the copious amount of blood surrounding the bag. As he looked to his door, he couldn’t help but scowl and mutter under his breath, “Really? I just had my door painted, come on.” With one last fleeting glance at the smeared hand print, he pulled his phone out from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts to find a Viper who would help. Calling the cops would be useless and stupid, Himchan knew that but luckily some members of the gang were in charge of clean up after a kill. 

"Was that not enough for you?" he questioned in response, now pushing himself up to standing.  "Were you not frightened in the least bit?  Worried for your own life?"  With a few steps, he got closer to the blonde still sitting on the couch, a doll-like stare transfixed now on the other's profile.  "What I've noticed about you," he suddenly declared, "is your face."  Reaching out, he put his semi-roughened hand to his cheek, outlining the shape of his face with the slow caress of his index and middle finger.  "This is where I would start, you see.  Well, you would be restrained first, of course, but this is my beginning in this beautiful face of yours.  Now, I would begin the incision maybe a little below the actual jawline, in order to preserve more of the actual face itself.  What I would use you ask?  The dullest scalpel I own."  With his grazing hand going back and forth right below Himchan's jawline, Rain began to put more pressure into the skin with his nails, terribly replicating the actual pain.  "Now, this would be excruciatingly painful unlike what I'm doing right now.  With a dull blade comes a harder cut, so more than likely I would simply be piercing your skin with just pure force alone."  His lips curled upwards as he continued to lose himself in his imagination.  

"Once that cut was done, I would being to pull up on the newly opened wound.  Again, this task would require just pure force.  I would literally be tearing the flesh right off of you, watching as I exposed the muscles in your face and enjoying the beautiful sound of a the tissues tearing away from one another.  I would do this slowly, of course.  What would be the fun in one fast yank?"  He began to tug at the imaginary incision, tilting his head to get a good view at Himchan's neck.

"Now, that that's out of the way and we can finally see that underlying layer of the beautiful. red muscle, I'm going to grab my nearby lighter, strike it, and I want you to imagine just for a moment what that'll be like."  Pretending to hold the lighter in his hand, he made the clicking sound of the gear and pulled his thumb back, using that same hand only a few seconds later to imitate the rising flame.  "So, you know how a flame burns the outer flesh, right?  Imagine just how torturous it would be to have a second degree underneath that pretty face.  It would be miserable, having all that pain somewhere unreachable and unseen by the human eye.  It sounds amazing, doesn't it?"

Quickly pulling his hand back from Himchan's head, he glanced down at his torso and abdomen area, some ideas for those popping into his head.  "Granted, I may do more that just what I've mentioned so far, but, as for your chest?  I'd make a single incision down the very center of your body and open you up, just like if you were having some kind of surgery.  But, I'd most likely bend your ribs back and break them and as for your innards?  I may pull a few out, fill them with heavy objects like rocks, maybe?"  With a twisted smile, he admired the vision sitting in front of him, anticipation swelling within him.

Apart of him wanted to try and get inside his head, to pick and prod at his thoughts, to uncover truths that maybe the man himself could have never known but the other part wanted to stay away. Not because of fear, he was not afraid of the man but because of the frustration he was bound to feel. Not all of his questions would ever be answered and for someone like Himchan, the stress and frustration would be unbearable. Besides, he knew it wasn’t any of his business, so he stayed away and watched from afar. The blonde was able to piece some things together though. Why Rain’s eyes always lite up when someone shrank away from him, or why his pupils would dilate when he heard screams of fright. Even when the man would come back from a kill looking extremely satisfied and at peace, Himchan knew. He just never voiced his thoughts, because it was none of his business. Though he didn’t mind experimenting from time to time.  

Instinctively, he shivered as the man leaned in close to his neck, fanning hot breath against his pale skin. Naturally his skin was sensitive, shivering as even the slightest of breeze danced across his flesh. This was probably one of the many reactions Rain was hoping for.  ”Oh, there are so many things you could do for me.  But, I doubt you’d really enjoy any of them.” The blonde almost laughed at that, truly he did. Himchan knew he couldn’t give the hitman what he wanted, he would show no fear or panic. With a smile, he turned his head slightly and sat up, letting his face become level with Rain’s. 

“Oh but that’s where I think you’re wrong, you’d be the one who wouldn’t enjoy them.” He cocked his head to the side before bringing one hand up and trailing a finger across the man’s cheek slowly. He was taking a chance, a huge one but there was no backing out now, and he so dearly wanted a reaction. “You’re a man of control and power and I like that, I really do, it’s quite sexy.” Himchan purred the last word lightly before leaning in closer until his mouth was hovering over the other’s bottom lip, barely touching. “But I’m not afraid of you, I won’t beg for mercy, I’ll beg you to continue.” With parted lips, the blonde swiftly poked his tongue out, running it along the man’s smooth upper lip before sliding his tongue back in and continuing, “You want me on my knees, cowering before you, crying out for help in complete fear and agony but you would never get that from me.” The finger that was on the other’s cheek slowly trailed downwards, his nail catching on the man’s adam apple lightly before leaving his skin completely, the blonde’s hand dropped to his side once more. “I do not fear pain or death and I especially do not fear you.” No more than a second after he said that, he rushed forward and smashed their mouths together, putting as much force and heat into as he could. The kiss was hard but brief, exactly how Himchan had pictured it. 

Unable to respond, Rain stood and watched as the blonde left the room.  Though he wanted to move, lunge at the other and show him just what he was capable of, his body refused him any control.  He blinked, nothing around him truly making sense anymore.  Just as soon as he had wandered into the building, he silently made his way out, a sense of failure washing over him.  Had he finally met his match?

In his dingy hole of an apartment, the slowly passing time felt heavy, everything seemingly moving at a snail's pace.  Most oftenly he lived with no sense of time, yet, suddenly he felt it forcing itself onto him, driving him crazy.  Everything felt uncomfortable and stiff, finding nothing to calm himself within the walls of his living space.  In a sudden burst of rage, he yelled out and smashed a glass bowl to the ground, the cracking and dispersing of hundreds of little pieces rang into his ears.  Even the sound seemed slow just as the time did and it further pushed him into a massive fit of anger.

Only about an hour or so later, he found himself on the streets again, wanting nothing more than to relieve himself of the strange underlying feeling of displeasure he had experience ever since he had been stood up to.  Without his usual selection process or his usual safety measures taken, he went out into the broad daylight, snagged an unfortunate girl simply passing him on the street, and disappeared with her back to his home.  Nothing about this kill put him at ease.  He struck the defenseless girl out of anger, his fist repeatedly slamming into her face as she lie on the ground with him sitting on top of her.  She cried out, her shriek screams only passing through one of his ears and going out the other.  It didn't feed like it usually had, but it rather annoyed him.  He just wanted them to stop.

The thing about this lounge and the hallway connected to it though, was that everything echoed. Himchan had been woken from his relaxed daze when the sounds of boots hitting the concrete floor echoed throughout the room, getting closer and closer with each step. He groaned softly, sinking lower into the couch to keep himself hidden. He couldn’t see who it was but he honestly couldn’t care less, as long as they disappeared. The blonde kept his eyes shut, hoping that if he was spotted, they would think he was asleep and just turn around and leave.

He could feel another presence in the room now, the sound of steps had stopped and everything was quiet but it was too quiet. Whoever was here made Himchan’s skin crawl, instinctively his whole body shivered  causing the couch to squeak. His face scrunched up in annoyance but he quickly relaxed and let both his body and face melt into the couch again, trying to make it seem like he was asleep. 

He waited, calmly keeping his breaths even and his eyes shut. The presence grew stronger and more intimidating with each passing second. “So, this place isn’t so deserted after all.” Himchan knew that voice, it was hard not to recognize that voice. It had people running for the hills. He knew there was no point in trying to pretend he was sleeping but he damn well wasn’t going to let Rain ruin his morning. With a loud sigh, the blonde opened one eye and looked up at the man leaning over the couch. “Yes? Is there something I can do for you?” 

Carefully, like a predator in the wild, he studied the specimen below, picking up on little details and taking them into account.  By the sound of his voice he could tell there was no fear or worry, despite the typical reaction he received.  Rain also found that every two and a half seconds or so, the blonde's chest would move down as he exhaled.  But, with the thought of breathing soon came the thought of ways to end it.  The list of possibilities surged through his mind like a violent, uncontrollable river.  Wringing the neck with his bare hands, smothering with a nearby pillow, plunging the entire into water without ever letting it back up.

Rain licked his lips, his entire body tingling with a sense of urgency.  He had so quickly worked himself up, calming down without acting upon his sudden urges seemed almost impossible.  But, something about Himchan, surprisingly, turned him off.  The lack of fear?  The careless tone?  The way he shoved him off like some door-to-door salesman?  All of those things truly made the difference.

rules regarding the drabbles:

if you reblog the post, you must send prompts to at least two other people who’ve reblogged it, including the person you reblogged it from (unless it’s me, keke.)

so that everyone can easily read the drabbles that others are posting (because let’s be real, we all love to creep), tag all drabble posts with “ssdrabbles”. 

if you think that the prompt is something that can spur a relationship between your character and the other character, or if you would like it to be, feel free to plot it out more and post the drabble in starter form using the RP wide drabble tag.

Sometimes it was best not to get yourself involved with other Vipers, especially the ones who aren’t in the same job position. Himchan was a prostitute, so he stayed with the prostitutes and occasionally the hitmen when they needed him but he rarely strayed to other parts of the gang. He knew all about the other jobs and he heard plenty of stories about the individuals who either fucked up or achieved something good for the gang.  Himchan knew about these stories and paid attention but he could care less about the people who were in them. The other prostitutes enjoyed gossiping and spilling dirty details about some of the designers, cooks and drug dealers. It passed the time for them but the blonde never partook in it. To him, it was a waste of valuable time and saw no point in talking about people he didn’t know or give two shits about.

With all the dignity in the world he stalked around his turf, watching and laughing to himself as he caught the frightened eyes of those passing by.  They so desperately tried to disconnect the contact within milliseconds, all of them looking pathetic and like deer in blaring headlights of a car barreling down the road and unwilling to stop.  If he was feeling in an extremely good mood, he would even go so far as to entice the fear out of the sheep he so constantly toyed with.  Just seeing them flinch at his advances and even squeak in reaction to him physically come towards them was nothing but pure delight.  Really it was nothing but accurate to call him anything but sadistic.

With his pride on his sleeve, he made constant appearances in every area that belonged to the Vipers, making sure that his presence and existence was recognized.  Not a day went by that he discreetly asserted his undeserved power spawned from nothing but fear.  Whether it be the most hardened and dangerous of the members or the prostitutes, Rain knew where he was among the ranks and, in the bluntest of terms, he glorified himself for it.  He was his own god.  He was the ruler of his soul.

Waking up that morning in his dingy hole of a home, Rain set out to do as he did everyday.  He needed his fill of power for the day and he knew exactly where he wanted to start.  He lurked in the daylight just as he did in the night, keeping himself in whatever shadow he was allowed as he walked the morning streets of Seoul, the slightest chill nipping at his cheeks.  With a worn, leather jacket zipped up to his neck, he kept his hands in his pockets as he walked along, each step bringing him closer and closer to his morning fun.

It didn’t take him long to reach the brothel, seeing as he lived fairly close.  It was convenient, really.  He could so easily stop there in the morning, get a quick fix of he intimidation game, and then head off to do whatever else his work had in store for him that day.  The way it was setup was just perfect.

Feeling those eyes as soon as he slipped in those front doors, it was more than thrilling.  Those shrinking pupils and growing whites of the eyes made a small, demented smirk play on his lips.  He listened carefully as he heard the faint whispers and saw the sudden turning away of heads as those walking around him turned the other way to avoid him at all costs.  With all intentions of torturing the unsuspecting and suddenly frantic little mice skittering around to escape him, he came up to to a select few from behind, breathing his hot air down their necks and pinching lightly at their sides, making them squirm like mad, the swift convulsions shooting shivers of pleasure down his back.  The only problem that came about was, he soon grew bored with minutes.  The little rodents fled all too quickly and by now it was if they knew better than to lurk around this early.  Internally he cursed the surprising intellectual skills his subjects possessed, yet, decided not to dwell on it so much.  He wasn’t nearly satisfied enough and needed to change that.

Walking the halls, he found himself alone, going further into a territory he knew wasn’t so often visited, finding his chances of finding another being around the more he went.  At that moment praying to himself, he was lead from the hallway into a bigger, more open room, what he remembered had been the previous lounge to the building.  The decor was clearly not that of the new addition, yet, to the eye one with a more unique taste, it was quite tasteful.

Stopping in his tracks, his lace up boots quietly squeaking on the flooring, his shoulders dropped and released a breath, his eyes shifting towards the ceiling as he began to feel some anxiety.  He hated feeling as if he had wasted time and wasted chances.  It was embarrassing, seeing as in his mind he was lord of the land, give or take a few others above him in a more legal sense.

While taking a better look at his surroundings, he shook his head and breathed out again, more frustrated than the first time.  The place was barren and it had been that way for a while it looked like.  ’Damn,’ he whispered, listening as a quiet laughter echoed in the back of his mind, the voice morphing into two and then three, eventually turning out to be several.  But, in an instant of pure relief, the laughing quickly stopped following the almost inaudible squeak of the couch nearby, his sensitive ears immediately registering the sound.