"....its a shroud for one.. coaks billow beind.. shrouds wrap around. And two its very hard to work with orange." He just mutters, "if you dont like it just fraggin give it away. Fraggin thing was stupid to make anyway."

"Shesh-" Hes just gonna storm away with out Rung getting a word in, He mad.

ah jeez, i wonder who this is ;)c

CROW.  it’s funny how people become. . . something less than how they were born. this damned prison, locked in a cage of blood & carnage. inhumane was the norm here, monsters everywhere, and to survive, he had to become one, or at least wear their skin. the warden really did love his little shows, didn’t he? he loved mixing it up, keeping the deadmen on their toes, shifting the platform just enough to watch as they twist their ankles. never had these games been so special as today s teams of two. double the work, double the prize. senji would have been so very satisfied to kill mockingbird while he danced around in that puddle of blood like some lovesick animal that took joy in seeing that color bleed out from the bodies of those poor, poor little deadmen. they weren’t fresh meat, they were returning veterans & those bastards gave him one helluva wound on his shoulder. only skin deep, his SIN made quick work of the wound and stopped it from bleeding out. the other bastard hid in the shadows, becoming one with all the blood that covered the floor, hiding his figure in a blood-like fog made by his partner (the one toto was using to play amateur surgeon.) mockingbird was too busy pulling out the beaten deadman’s tooth, making sure that the next time he snarls he’d feel the wind blow in his throat for good measure. ‘ HEY, FOCUS ! ‘  if mockingbird dies than half his money’s gone! ‘ H      ‘ he heard the movement, the stomp of boots and it wasn’t coming for him, but toto ! 

           he payed senji no mind, pulling and pulling and pulling as that fang p o p p e d right out the socket! behind him came the second deadman, howling in rage s his fists were massive, calcified and fortified by their BRANCH OF SIN     juggernaut. he could crush an elephant at full momentum, but it would never make it. crow came full force, using mockingbird’s obliviousness as bait. he assesed and adapted, swung his palm forward and skewered the deadman by the soft part of his temple. 

         a splat followed, dropping the body like something dirty. toto’s head finally turned, seems like he finally tuned in. just at that moment, senji pinned him to the wally, a palm grasping at his neck, his blood-blade pressed so c l o s e to his neck that if toto breathed too hard, it’d slice open hsi neck. senji’s cool broke into something more. . . volatile. ' You think this is a fucking game ? ‘ crowned winners or not, toto nearly costed him his bounty and he WILL answer. 

                     ‘ ANSWER ME. ‘ 

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SNOW. needy?! he’s not n e e d y! what’d gadot even mean by that? obviously it’s a joke right? a jab, a quick tease in response to a stupid request. ' Just      nevermind, it’s just a j      ‘ before he could speed at a mach III and leave a icy trail of shame and regret on his way out. . .  well, he was up against the wall, pressed, squeezed against the iron wall and a equally sturdy gadot. he didn’t have the adequate time to. . . well, process this! he felt his jaw pulled low, and those soft, soft sofuckin’soft lips meet snow’s. there’s a wave a heat that made his neck emit fucking steam. his ears were bright red      and his icy-blue eyes were wide with shock! snow pulled back, only to smack his head against the wall and howl a shrill ‘ OW     ! ’ 

the daze didn’t last long at all, hell, he’s used to being knocked  upside the head by monsters of all sorts, so call him thick skulled. the pain subsides, and he’s looking dead at gadot with a thump thump thump of his heart! it’s nearly about to hop right out of his chest.