#arxhani

arxhani

       Snow fell from the sky, wind blowing the white blanket across the streets in a violent storm.  Seunghyun hadn't bothered to be out in this severe weather, and he'd actually told his superiors he wouldn't be offended if he had to miss out on a few good kills just to stay warm.  Much to his dismay, orders to patrol the icy city to the best of his ability were given.   "You're not afraid to shoot them down right away, Imperious, we need you to get out there," he had heard, making it hard not to scoff at the remark.  

       There were plenty of other members of TYGER who were much more corrupt than he, that would be happy to shoot on sight of suspicious activity.  Hell, Seunghyun didn't even really think of himself as corrupt or insane.  He just wanted revenge on those who had shattered his childhood, and those who scarred him into his life as an adult.  This was just the best means of getting that revenge.

       So, as the snow and ice fell harder, Seunghyun found himself unable to see what was in front of him.  It looked like real-life version of a staticy television screen.  His breathing was heavy, for it was a struggle to walk against the wind.  He was suddenly thankful for the heavy-duty uniform that he was suited with, but that still didn't shield him from the severe frigidness surrounding him.

       "This is fucking pointless," Seunghyun muttered to himself, "I can barely see my hand when I hold it in front of my face, let alone to shoot someone several feet away."

       Truly, though, this benefited him zero to none.  Seunghyun had made it as far as the Industrial District, because just in the distance, the flashing sign of the Joker's Funland let off a feignt glow.  Realizing that this was probably not the safest place for him to be, especially not decked out in a full TYGER uniform, Seunghyun hurried to a nearby building, which was known for housing plenty of the lackeys belonging to The Joker and Harley Quinn.

Hyuna frowned at the girl, bright brown eyes narrowing in suspicion. Who gave this girl the right to ask her about her own physical appearance? She could feel herself starting to bristle in irritation, over such a silly little comment.

She took a breath.

Fighting would get her nowhere.

“I punched a wall,” The lie escaped out of her lips before she could stop them, but it would be easy to discern that it was fiction rather than fact. The busted up lip and bruised cheek would attest to that.

The mob her father had sold her to had people on the inside here too - they were always watching her, keeping an eye on her every move to relay it back to their boss. One day they decided that she was a great little punching bag, and despite the small amount of self defense lessons she had received while on the run, it wasn’t enough for her to overcome these large, brainless brutes, and she’d been rewarded for it with a new aesthetic.

    Eyes narrowed, head cocked to one side, and Seunghyun’s lips formed a fine line.  Since being confined to Arkham City, he was forced to learn how to deal with other people and their seemingly snarky comments to him.  His gaze fell just past the woman’s form, toward a small number of bodies that had been shot down without any chance of defending themselves.  Most of the gang members had orders to shoot without asking questions, and Seunghyun had no problem following through with these demands.

    “Did I ask you for your input?” he questioned, his tone neutral, emotionless, his dark eyes, the color of freshly melted chocolate, warm and inviting despite his cold demeanor.  Seunghyun shifted his weight to one side, he adjusted his assault rifle to rest on his back once more; just one of the many weapons he carried on his person.

    “I don’t need you to reinforce my decision to shoot and kill without question, if that’s what you’re trying to do, girl,” Seunghyun said, his little nickname holding more bite than his usual monotone voice.  

    He shoved past his new acquaintance, elbow pushing her out of his path toward the bodies.  

     He wasn’t one for so much blood, so when he happened upon the scene with a pinch of curiosity, he was already inwardly swearing at himself for sticking around - even more so when he openly asked out loud what had happened before he had arrived.

At Hani’s explanation, he could only pull a face of what one would describe as a mix between disgust and somewhat confusion. Confusion perhaps because this wasn’t his was of dealing with people, even if he had a choice.

“ You’re so messy ... ”

He began as he carefully stepped another step into the small room, gaze on the floor to assure that he wasn’t trudging the red stains throughout the place - not that it entirely mattered. He did seem hooked on the idea that if he had been in control of the situation, there wouldn’t be as such mess. But instead of lingering upon the concept of judgement, he spared the girl a sigh before offering his hand and beckoning for her to hurry along.

arxhani

     - - seated just past the gate of the old sionis steel mill, a heavy winter coat stolen from a penguin thug tugged over his shoulders to keep him warm - he sat in silence as he gnawed at the stale bread in his grasp. he had witnessed the drop, the spread of the white parachutes against the night sky, as well as the blaze of the explosions that left him staring to the skies with a cheer as eyes sparkled with the excitement that followed.

with that push of adrenaline, he’d killed the first one that entered his line of vision, and with the need to steal what he believed was rightfully his, he’d challenged the equally as eager penguin thug with the shards of a broken bottle.

now that he had a coat to help him through the bitter winter, a small crate of unfortunately stale bread and speaks of blood splattered across his face, he was quite content with simply sitting out of the way of those who purged in the streets with a hail of gun fire and furious screams as they fought for the last of the food that had been dropped.